THE BEST POEMS ON LOVE, LIFE & FEELINGS; POEM SUMMARY, BOOK SUMMARY BY VINOD JADHAV

There are first goodbyes, And there are last goodbyes. Both goodbyes are dangerous; Both goodbyes hurt. The first goodbye hurts like hell, Leads you to lose happiness; You grow weaker With the memories of past, And the deathly loneliness. But the last goodbye stinks As it shrinks into your veins; Slowly. Steadily. And as time passes Simply the thought of The last goodbye Burns deep into your rib cage, Killing you daily At steady rate. You better forbid yourself. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Today, yes only today, I noticed, There's a straircase With ten or maybe, twelve steps, Running up the corridor to my place Beside the raillings curled like snakes. I sure did notice I held the left railling each time. But never have climbed Those ten or twelve steps Without gripping the support; firm and fine. I aim to climb the Everest, Err, I seek support to climb stairs. Am not feable am sure. Maybe to seek help Flows in human blood. I guess. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

once I leave somebody; never remember them. And who are you caring of me. You are nothing for me Neither my family member Nor my husband. You are the one who left me In midway to walk alone Without caring of me ; Knowing the all bad things around. Remember one thing, Am not your love Nor you my love. i don't believe on love because i know it does not exist. Whatever happened in past That was to quench our needs, Nothing more than it. i remember your last words, Now I have understood How world change s their words; If they need the girl They express philosophy Like "behind every successful man There is a women." And after they fulfill their needs They proclaim "to become a successful man Do not follow women." While falling in love they convince 'Some people don't know how to live in present they fear Of the future and can't live in present.' When breaking up they tell 'I am thinking about your f

No, am not there in the void Of laptop and mine. Am here, far far away Am not hidden Behind screen space. AM HERE, CROUCHED IN MY BED, Doing nothing but feeling The futility of moment. I know you are not around I don't listen you speak I hear no sound. It's but a lie We both make ourselves believe, And deep there down in our minds We know, We are simply fooling around. Honestly, it's waste of time. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Am little rust down, I have got no word to speak out, Nor do I have an ear to listen Nor an eye to see flowers sprout. It has a limit, It's good if it's steadily bound. Limit's, that's what make man worth Else he is like grey hound. Thus, it followed I did not arue All the anger I swallowed, And am left with but a throbbing brain I can't cure. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

One day everything turns wrong, You may trust anyone One day he'll be gone, And you will stay behind Proclaiming the truth We all are the same; alone. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

::::: A ::::: How to kill empty time Can you suggest me please, I feel am lost With nothing to do but ponder On my recent faillure And the future I feel drowning with every moment ? Can you tell me please, I else to think of Or something better to do Than to accuse myself of faillures Or to kill my spirit ? Can you tell me please, How not to feel am done living, And that nothing is going to change now Am old enough not to try something ? ::::: B ::::: Well pal, I can tell, How you feel this moment. I guess, am not too smart To suggest you a change; Humbly, Let me espress. Why not take a moments break And ponder on others Less fortunate Less of limbs, eyes or senses. Or, why not take a look at yourself In a open light And not into the mirror in your shelf. I feel you'll see It's no use to feel apathy, But it's the hard time That you get up and set On the first opportunity you get. And not wait for the corect job Or the cor

Once there was a time We were great friends; Talking whole days, Running on naughty errands, Sharing every secret. Now it's gone For I have lost my charm, And am left with is What you call the useless talks I feel it does you harm. And here I am Pulling myself from you at arms length, And you did not protest. I hope to find now the new pal To endure my talk, To stroll with me down the walk, And to take my secrets. That's all I expect from you My dear friend. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Yes I agree, We have got a heart And also a body. The heart- not merely an organ To pump out blood But to feel the emotion. And the body, God, I feel, has only carnial dezires; And thats the reason We chase somebody. Well, am alone now, Nobody left to touch and feel it's body. It does not sting much, Yes, the carnial needs Are changed in emotional tragedy. All I hope for is a peer to talk With an ear to listen me speak. Carnial dezire may stay unquenched, Peace is necessary. That's how I happen to talk to you. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There are 'couple points' in parks, If you know what I mean by that, I go to such points Sit there alone, With all those 'couples' Experimenting with endearments All around me; I feel jealous of them. But I never dare diaturb Them in their act, Offcourse, love is a God's form. And so I sit between them, The 'couples' And wish for a moment to live like them Like a 'couple' Showing endearment at 'couple points' in parks. Hope the day happens soon. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I felt empty inside; It must be empty then. And sitting at the empty bus station I looked across the immense plane. Honestly, nothing was happening there, In the endless sky Neither was there a single cloud Nor I saw a bird fly. And I sat gazing perhaps at nothing, And sat there long enough to get lost; Without feeling a heartbit Without any thought. And then happened the miracle, I could feel air filling up my lungs, Heart pumping fluid out And thoughts forming in my nerves. Perhaps thats what pain can lead you, And make you find yourself In a new light of truth; My foe who hurt me thanks to you. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I want you to understand, Yes I do. I wish you follow each word of mine Every emotion; And feel with me the pleasures and pains too Through words written. And yes, it matters to me, It really does. Your love and appreciation And sometimes the critical acclaimation; It just makes me feel alive Somewhere too far In your hearts. Honestly, it's not the only reason I pen down the emotions, For often I have faced rejection And one more does not seem to hurt much, And so I express Solemnly for expression And least for appreciation, For I have found these words have healed A load of wounds, And I wish to be the reason you smiled sometimes, It makes me proud. That's all in it. Nothing else matters. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I feel am drained of love, Not an ounce of it flowing in my blood, For I seldom feel The words of endearment I whisper. It seems my affinity to love Is lost in the creak of time, For I fail to register in me The need to smile. And I walk the paths With the soul sunk in slumber And worn out corpse In the silence of thoughts. I wish there should be a way out Of the emotional trauma, Perhaps I need to feel awe, Or may be some drama. So, am sailling out my door, Dragging my soul with lifeless palms, In the search of rejuvenated smiles and cries, I wish I don't return empty hand. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's bursting out, I feel am going to vomit Out my brain, And breath in silently for a moment. I feel like am thrown-in garbage Disposed in closed can, Where not a ray penetrates And smile is a ban. And I struggle to breath, To survive with all my wits With the dispossesed soul in me Searching for moments life. Maybe I can abandone The world I have formed, And vanish behind the shades of unanamousity, Hell, am responsible ! I can't. And thus, I live everyday With no soul in me anymore To torment me in the slavery of love, And I keep on breathing with no hope. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Lonely in the megacity For me, Is a pleasure to be, With nothing but honks, And Sirens, and shouts to accompany. Somehow the sound of traffic Seems to ease the essence Of feeling lost, And offcourse of loneliness. Am sure you are tough to forget, But am a determined fool I shall sit at the traffic square And put my ear to Honks, and sirens and shouts. I hope it works this time. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

A feeling sometimes reaches The tip of my tongue, Err, I find no one around, Pleased to listen. And so I pick up the pen, Make the tips of my palm Do some talking, It's so happy, pleasant listening, And I smile as it's done. And feel it's really cool To be alone but with paper and pen. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You may not know What it means To be alone with everybody. Well am too good at it. I had been alone Am alone again, What a tragedy. And now I laugh and laugh too much Intentionally, And never feel happy Never complete but with a hollow creek Built inside me. I gather it was not too tough To be happy; May be I did not chose to be. Once I used to like Being not seen crying, And, see the tragedy, No one cares for me. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

In my brothers house His wife blamed, 'You too are same like your brother, Both liars, blackhearted scoundrels.' And I exclaimed, 'Well, I guess you are mistaken, But if you insist on your point, May be you are right, But I can't help.' She went on throwing onto me Complaint after complaint Of my beloved brother. Honestly, I knew he is a scoudrel. I listened, Untill the last word she spoke And turned my back to her And reached my home. Well, I knew, I could have argued, But she needed ventilation From her frustrated relation. Thus, I listened, listened and only listened And not protested in my support. Only vanity, I believe, and not the reward of crown, Can make man do such a thing. By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Life is full of trifles, Sometimes though they break ur heart, It's then I really feel The need to be sad. Err, I don't really know how to be sad, I try and try a lot unless I get mad, At myself, and the predicament Life has put me at. I do never sit with a bowed head And eyes full of tears With the sorrow hidden deep in heart, Yes! To be sad, am utterly at loss. Then, with empty head, For I often stop thinking Situations like these, I take a pen and pad And put feeling out through hand, And Gosh! Before am done writing I often tend to forget What I wanted to be sad for. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I think am lost; May be am right, For seldom I sleep but stare into nothingness In the empty night. I do not remember the old days, Neither her caresses nor her smiles, But chose to walk below the naked sun On hollow days for miles and miles. And life goes on as such without her; Slow, silent, gloomy and buried in dark, And I keep pretending to be living, But I know for sure life for me lies in past, And I can't go back. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Sometimes am confused, Whether I've just thought something Or have I spoken it out; But am never able to notice I really think so loud. I don't fear mortals And ghosts never could freak me out, And I've began to feel am unshakable, For am never shy And am always so proud. Days pass-by so quick, As does winds move, I try to change my ways too Never for myself But for those who love me And are called fools. Yes, I agree strength is worshipped But it's loathsome too; Pride is a thing for man But to love someone You need to learn to bow And to be brittle sometimes. And better pretend to fear like everyone else. Offcourse, thats if you love someone. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You might have starved sometime, Well I had been too, But neither did it hurt much As overfeeding did do. You might have been ignored, Well I had been too, But it didn't really hurt much As did overlove do. To love is a joy, And to be loved is divine; But yes, sweetness too be in limits, Otherwise, if none, it's fine. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It has been a long time am alone, And not a single drop is shed. I am cool, am happy As long as I avoid going to bed. In a moment of truth, let me confess, Am frightened to death in childish nightmare, And feel her sleeping beside me And nights pass without shutting the eyelid. Its no use to live without love; But to lose love is worse, Yes, I admit, to forget is divine; But to go on living is worst, Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "