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

Floating up above the rest I feel am only a spirit; Selfless; Bodyless; Waitless; Put into living along with a body Elegant, Fit, And well kept. And sure I wish To inhibit it With ease, With gulp of boose, With air of smoke, With rhythm of every stroke. They call me drunk; Sometimes a fool, Sometimes scoundrel, Sometimes heavenly cool. I care none Neither praise, Neither abuse, Nor the love. All I care is To float above the rest With gulp of boose, With air of smoke, With rhythm of every stroke. And I keep living Surviving with my body, Happily; Untouched by the contagious world. Am exhisting; It sure matters. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I turned out to be a fool; Fool in the white wool. For, I wore the white wool; Fragile, delicate, and hot, Of education and the sophistication When all that would have mattered Was to walk out with bare skin, To have felt some chill, And to have cooled my spirit Down to the core. I don't resent the decision. I stayed warm in chilling cool. And what is more When I hug them They start loving me Who hated me before. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Let me think, What is mans basic instinct ? To begin with, I thought It is hunger. And the greed, Or, may be, man is always in need ? I've pondered long over it, Have given long thought, And this what I have got. Man posses none but fear, Of being weak, Of being alone, And losing their dear. It is fear, humbly fear my dear, That gave birth to need, Invention, and the greed; And it too is there At the core of love, Comradeship and faith. Honestly, it is fear that made People to conquer lands And to be great. It's fear, yes sir, That you are cultured And seem to worship Him, But, beware my beloved one, He is created by your basic instinct. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Just tell me something, Anything, Of importance or of none, Just open your lips I'll listen. You might be friendly, Or, very fairly rude too; You may praise me Or, very cruelly abuse me too. Just open your lips And let me listen you speak. Love, comradeship or wrath Anything will do. I was mistaken, I agree; Your silence was enough A torture to me. Now please, open your lips Am sure you know I love you honey. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com " -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I own a bike; A faulty piece of work indeed, Falling short of something After running every mile. Yet, heavily I invest in it. Yes, it's the matter of prestige To own it; For, all my friends have got one. well, it's the game of dezires; I love to play it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Some believe there is God Distinct for each sect, For each Caste and the religion. Some believe in the One. Humbly, I believe in none; For all I see that run the world are but the forces Of attraction And the repulsion. For it's attraction itself That man created Him, Distinctly, Personally sometimes; And He, does not care for a dime, Force( which is He himself) is manifested through them. That's all the mystery Surrounding Him, That's all He is; Only the force Of attraction And that of repulsion. Nothing else is true. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There down the lane Strolls a beautiful girl each night With dashing smile, watry eyes, Round hips, and firm thighs; Who when walks is seen by thousand eyes. All she does for hours Is to talk over cellphone, We presume, to some far away guy, And she walks with style, And flaunts her curly brown hairs, She is never shy. And, boys; Boys are boys all the same, We take cellphones And talk with our far away girlfriends, Keeping and eye on the beauty Strolling down the lane. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

She said, " all you love in me Is my body. Then where is love ? How is it lost And did not last for the lifetime. Where is the respect You used to show initially, I gather, it drained out with our juices And we have turned naked emotionally. It it this worship of body They call love, When its only a lust in purity ?" "I do not know", I said, "am blank, unaware Of the scholarly content. All I know is It was your delicate body, The one holding elegant heart within, That drowned me deeper in love Each time I slept with you. Now, I don't believe it's but lust For I only found myself When I was lost in you." Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

When it comes to charity They quote tree; They say all that it does Is to give away fruits, Flowers, shade and the frangrance All for free. Well, it's but a poetic invention, I disagree. For I have never seen A giver bigger than man itself, Of love, compassion And then himself; Sometimes for his country, Sometimes for love Sometimes for family. Well, I never believe Trees give away anything for free, Intentionally. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

He, my very best friendm said, 'Stop making that stupid face.' I just let the dialogue sink in With no protest. That's what makes him my friend Afterall, My stupid face; And he knows when I make it. That's why he is my friend, Cause no one cares to express That I seem stupid When I try hard to look good. That's what makes him special That's what binds us together. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's 11:17 PM, And am wondering Can I wtihstand the whiskey within. I have had enough, Quite much to hold My palm in check. And still, am feeling another drink. I guess, I will have couple of them more. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "