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

I'll theorize it. There are two things The comfort zone, And the man's aim. And another one is success Which man tries to get. Let me get it very clear; You can't get both my dear. Strive for comfort and aim And keep toilling hard Untill you lose your head. And, yes, am sure You'll complain That life, really, is not fair. And then, for once, only ones Put one feet in uncomfortable zone, And you are bound to realize Where the secret of success lies. You can't aim for two targets With single hit. The sooner you learn it Sooner you'll get it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Me teaching, With a thought that you Are a student. Me writing poems, With a thought that you Are a reader. Me lamenting With a thought that you Are a sympathiser. Me speaking With a thought that you Are but a listener. Err, each time I do that I know am wrong. Cause you too are a creator Of thought, Of trend, Or a philisophy, Or something ingenius than it, Which am not. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Something that affects me Is where I am, In the race of mankind Where do I belong. It affects me is who am looked as, Is whom am treated alike, Whether am poor and feable Or am rich and strong. It almost means, Everything matters to me. Everything; Unless am not hungry. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I am waiting alone Outside the meeting room. I know am going to be evaluated. It's the reason My heart has begun thumping, It's the reason am breathing too deep, It's the reason am seating straight in my seat. It's not the result that scares me, Not even the rejection. Err, what troubles me is the mere fact That am not the boss; Someone is going to evaluate me. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Yes me tell you how smoking helps. Yes I will come to the point Prior to it it Let me explain Why the need to smoke begins. You sit idle have least to do It's then the thought of smoking enters, That when you light the one To kill that time With bit of burning sensation. Yes. It burns deep down there And for one moment You forget on yourself alone And not on anything in world. Yes. You need to think for yourself Sometimes. Atleast for sometimes. And its then, smoking helps. Otherwise, its but the burning sensation; Your lungs hurt, You know you are decaying Slowly, Steadily, Easily. Yes. Decaying helps. It's how you learn You are mortal, And, oh yes! You smoke for you wish to die. It's the truth Hidden in yourself. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

The smoke, Here, there, anywhere; Serves but one thing; Unclarity, To vision, To thought, And the emotion. Unclarity, that triggers fear, Shows you wish to be where; Then returns the rejuvenated fear With hint of clarity; Though with struggle When you move ahead You reach 'there'. It's smoke that lead you there. You might never be sure. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's 21:25, She is seating at the couple's bridge, I guess she is waiting for someone else. At 21:30, She is speaking on her cell-phone, I guess, with that person unknown. It's 21:40, She has settled on pedestrian footpath, Her eyes fixed on the clock. At 21:45, A charming boy approaches her, She gets irritated and looks with disgust. It's 21:50, She is shouting at her cell-phone, Maybe she is hurt by that person unknown. At 21:55, She is bent on her knees, Maybe she's crying with dispair as disguise. Its 22:00, The charming boy returned with Cadburry, She is talking with him, Both of them must have said sorry. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

That one, The guy in tie, Standing upright there Alone yet in group, His head reaching sky, Is a showman With but a humour to please himself in loneliness, The strength to laugh at himself, With dance in his footsteps, And lungs full of air. That guy seating there Infront of desktop, Silently; Not peaking around To receive a smile in response, Is a showman, With but a thought in his head Distinguishing himself From crowded workplace. That kid, Orphan, barefooted, Spending nights on footpath With torn hairs And hunger leading his clan, Is a showman, With but a will to survive these heavy nights, Courage to stare skies these whole nights, Yet waking up each day Thinking to right is his right. Everyone is a showman. Yes. You too my dear. No need to look funky, No need to move with air. Look inside and find yourself, Look deeper if you find it tough. Believe in yourself And you are there. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blog

It's a story am telling you, With no philosophy to explain, Of man, women and the skin That makes us human. It was a crowded place. She was bent, Engrossed, As she typed in her cell phone At her place. I stood opposite to her Stooping downwards. It was then I got a glipse at her clivage; Her clivage Separating two mountains. I looked away. There were ones looking towards me too; 'Am a gentleman afterall.' I said. She was still seating there, And neverthless to explain I took dozen glances at her clivage Before she sat straight. By: Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "