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

I know I shouldn't lament so much But my heart is in my hands And I can't control. I know I will be doomed to hell For breaking her heart But am under spell. I know before long She will be gone And I will be left alone. I know am confused to the core And should not drag her along Cause am wrong. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

When you two are together And you are in love, You are not quiet yourself. When you two are apart And you are in love, You are not quiet yourself too. When you two are together And you share your vantage points That's not yours. When you two are apart And have your vantage point That's not only yours too. When you finally manage to separate for good And you start to have yourself back, You can't really find yourself And you'll be doomed. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

She said, "am your girlfriend; not your mom." "Okay" I said, "but does love have a form?" "Off course it has" she offered, "Motherly love is divine; Ours is carnal affair full of bodily pleasure." "So, what's wrong?" I enquired, She didn't have an answer. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Who maketh you king, my friend And who maketh me thy aid? It's me. Who maketh you strong, my friend And who maketh me to endure thy rage? It's me. Who maketh you dominant, my friend And who maketh me to submit in thy front? It's me. Who maketh you beautiful, my friend And who maketh me thy lover? It's me. Who maketh you dream, my friend And who maketh me to crave thy dream fulfils? It's me. It's me, it's me, it's always me for thee; And who maketh me who it is? It's thee.   Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

You are there Not in clouds but on earth, You have died only to take birth. I know it cause I feel it Not in my mind but in my dreams, That you are born again in distant fields. I wish I recognize you When I get thee to meet In some distant time on some distant street. More than anything I wish You are happy in thy new home, May you never miss me like I miss you And never feel alone. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

I found a broken winged bird Of beautiful vivid colour, A bird looking to comfort her heart That was shattered. For all I knew, I fell for her, Afraid though she was She let me nourish her Till she surrendered. She became stronger and stronger, Her spirits rose; now she felt happier; She learnt to stay alone Though she was raised in flock. Destiny had it, she got her wings in shape She could stretch them And could flip them good She could escape. For all I know she's free and strong With her fate in her hands, She could choose to fly free Or could chase her dreams. I wish she flies Even if it meant flying away from me, I won't lament but be pleased That my broken winged bird created her world. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Am a lost cause, I was born from faith. Many a men believed in me, Many have fought for me. For many still I exist As true as I was. Alas, I have stopped believing, No longer remember who I was. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

You are who you are, A chirpy bird of freewill, Ever charming a sweetheart I won't try to alter that. I try hard not to love you a lot, I try to be sullen and sad, I pretend a lot to that but You know what? I can't. You are not yourself Fate has hit you hard; You are struggling to love me back I know that for a fact. True love it is It will stand the test of time, And I shall always be yours Admiring the tantrums of thine. Now that you are sullen and sad I bet, I lost my cool, For my sake take time to gain yourself back, I'll understand. Love. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Everyone has got a worry, No one is free; Everyone needs someone to blame, I guess, No one wants to be the game. Everyone needs to spit it open; Not many wish to listen. It so happened, I took a decision, To become the rare one. All it took was to care and listen, Err, listening ignite feelings too; I told them to find other ears, Am not so good. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

I sat on the roof Beneath the big black sky That looked so bare and bizarre With no moon and no star. Looked like some vicious shadow Had had it for good Which weighed strangely Onto my gloomy mood. I looked around for a long long time And found not a peck of light, Until I reclined on the floor Till there came the bright sunshine. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

I have had enough crap to listen, Have had enough bullshit to bear; Sadly enough, I have felt crap too For those unworthy things; Like we all do. I have tried to prove myself In those cases; Have taken my stand against them too For silence means acceptance; I won't be fooled. Now, as I get it clear, There's no escape; I started laughing at Today's nonsense which was The best in itself. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Am going to start taking Small steps towards my dreams; And not let my inner demons Take hold of me. Am going to create the things I would be remembered for for ages; And not lie to myself That I don't wish it. Am going to come clean On the secrets that I have kept; And not linger around Waiting for the perfect moment. Am going to let my beloved ones know; How much I Love them; And not feel uneasy To express it myself. Am thinking to do this And a lot of other stuff; Like you decide to do so many things Tommorow onwards. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

No one shall slave you, Absolutely none; But you and your submission alone. You shall never be diseased, The germs shall die infecting you at all, But your submission alone. The tears shall dry in their shell, And never would a drop disobey thy, Unless you bow more and never try. Stand for your share and keep your head high, And none shall enslave you, No matter how They try. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

One moment alone Can blow away you whole; You might look the same Alas! You will never feel like before. A silence of hearts Is cruel enough to engulf your soul; You might wish to pass it soon, The torture will go on though. You'll wish, you could alter it, Wishing to begin anew From the moment You gave it all. Sad enough it is, The silence shall go on to the dome, A moment so strong, Shall never be undone. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Don't come to my funeral when I die, Am not worried that you would cry. You may, though, grieve for me, But me burnt to ashes, please don't see. You may, very well, be told that am gone, You may surely be affirmative in response. But never, for a moment, think that am not there, You may speak to me, I shall speak to your heart. You'll not get to see me, I know, But the one in dreams will be me; you can't touch me though. Just, believe that am there, and there I will be, I will never leave you alone, you know. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Every thought that came your way Need not be spoken, Every emotion that hit your cord Need not be awaken. Silence, my dear, Can be too clear The thought you hid in you Won't make you less clever. Give way to silence, Give way to absorb emotion, Maybe you'll find solace in thyself, Maybe silence is sweeter in many a situation. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Often I refer myself As a common man; The one, I claim, You'll find on every path. Often I despise it When am referred as a common man; Seldom do I believe That am the one. Maybe am not the one, Maybe not because am diffrent; It's, because I chose to be uncommon, Cause I become what I like to become. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Almost everyone out there Has a heart; The one that cries, fears, Doubts situations and tears apart. And I bluntly say that I don't have one; That doesn't make me less human, Mine one doesn't really react. So as it happens, Words don't penetrate my conscience, It doesn't scream so much in solace, It doesn't think so much. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Met with a disabled boy; Confused, I should feel sad for him Or happy for being complete myself. He waved at me And shook hands with me; happily, While I struggled to utter response. Life isn't fair, is it? Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Some lies I spoke Have become truths for me, The lies I spoke Sometimes to keep safe Sometimes to boast; As time passed the lies have gained ground So strong that I can't separate, Am deluded myself. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

On a cold Thursday night I felt some pain in my arm; The pain troubling me to breath, Right above the ribcage. The pain expanded Less in the body, more in life; Everything I did reminded me of the pain Efforts to work went in vain. It was then I gave up everything To concentrated on the pain alone; Surprisingly enough, the pain subsided And I failed again. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

When I sat down and took deep breath, The thoughts stopped wondering And came to rest; Then I found am in that breath. When I was alone and kept to myself, Cutting off with all and The thoughts contained in my place; Then I found am just myself. When I opened up and mixed with friends, The days became synched The thoughts expanded and thought for them; Then I found am in my friends. When time collapsed and I was upset, Nothing took place in order The thoughts wondering in space; Then I found am in that immense space as well. I thought many times and I got diffrent responses, I meditated on who I am The thoughts gave honest surprises; It was then I found, I am none but my thoughts. That was I, that's what we all are, We keep to ourselves and it becomes our world The thoughts expand and we become universe; We think and we become what I want. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodj

Broken pride Killed my belief in Me; Spoken promises that went void Weakened me. Never had I thought I would be in this lose spot, With trust drained from me I feel but lost. I always knew I have it me, I would forget it all; And begin afresh From the moment I lost track. I know I'll make it through; To you who stole my spirit, I'll rise again And prove it to you. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

A thought appeared to me just now, Just a thought, that Seemed gross to propose, Felt you shouldn't take it as that. We are but living in cemented jungle, Crowded, taller and bigger monuments of our habitat Seemed just like a tree Serving insects, birds and many races. The homes decorated with Furniture, tiles and paints Seemed just like a cave, burrow or a den; Only decorated wisely to hide the drain. The law of jungle works same here as well, Stronger animals kill weaker ones in jungle We kill weaker ones whole lives By making them slaves. Some animals kill in groups, Smaller and slower die in troops; And we kill using religions, Never trying for peace. We were developed from animal, I guess, By being superior and gaining brains; And we thought we became human While we built our cemented jungles. In too many ways animals outsmart us, They kill for hunger and kill just enough; We never know when human will destroy human, We are

He told me many stories, I told him many stories too. I protected his stories And he told them to you. Sure, it hurt, Trust was breached; As time goes by I wish, the wound heals. Thanks & Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

There is always a difference Between the words you speak And the ones you think of. There is always a difference Between the actions you do And the ones you intend of. There is always a difference Between the compassion you show And the one you are container of. I know it. I have known it long. And am still with you, Waiting to see your real self. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

The mask on your face Has left its place, Clear as a day In its true grace. The mask of pretence is gone And so is the mask of compassion; For ages you had hidden them Now your heart is in open. Never hoped you to the smaller All the time, Now that the mask is gone You are glad to show anger and aggression. You had more of mind And less of heart, Had it not been for maths We would have long gone apart. Even greed has its grace, Anger is sweeter when open on face; You were too busy being nice, While praying in disgrace. I knew you pretended, Was hoping to see you arrive, And now that you have showed your true face, You know what I found? It's beautiful. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 reach me at: facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

You know what, I have got many faces. Just thought about it and knew, All faces are diffrent, none true. That's it. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Not everyone can become a good thinker, But a good thinker can come from anywhere; From any country, any part, From any religion, any society; Just anywhere. Not everyone can understand you better, But a good pal can come from anywhere; From any house, any background, From any age, any appearance; Just anywhere. Not everyone can become a good comrade, But a good comrade can come from anywhere, From poor or rich home, any state, From dog in your backyard, or from space; Just anywhere. You can become anyone, You can become anybody, You can trust and love anyone and everyone, Yes you can; That's how it is. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

It's a four storey building I live in; Not so glorified, Neither inhibited by anyone dignified; The habitat of 16 common families. I came on the roof today And witnessed world around, The panorama of buildings Signboards and glowing lights. There were others too, Looking at the same buildings as I was, Discussing their lives, And getting the same panoramic view. It was then I saw the stairs Up the machine room, I climbed up and viewed from one higher floor; Now the same buildings looked different. I guess, had the building been hundred floors, I would still have wished To go one more floor up And to see more. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Sometimes we speak a lot of mean words. Sometimes out of love, Sometimes out of anger and fear. We may mean them right, We might be taken wrong We may lose ourselves to move along. Maybe we made mistake, Maybe it wasn't wrong at all, Maybe it was what was meant to be. But it hurts you more than Does it good for you; You lose peace And suffer in pain; It was then you decide Never to do this again. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Maybe am perfect; Well, in my own world. And he is not so perfect As i see it. Maybe, he is perfect; Well, in his own world. And, maybe, am not so perfect As he sees it. We live together though, Maybe, we don't want To be with perfect people; Maybe. Maybe not. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

In front of me My pal sat Busy in his own world. At peace with himself, Engrossed in his own thoughts Serene in his pose. It was then, I teased him out With my thumb; He returned to my world. I guess, we can't really endure silence, Can't stand long to the indifference, Can't feel at peace with peace itself, Can't love the love itself, We begin to lose ourselves and we are shaken; That only makes us more human. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

I remember when she cooked, I remember when she held things With bare hands With burns on her fingers. I feared it would hurt her I feared it would leave marks there, And she would smile at me 'With time the pain gets over.' Now, she has left And am cooking like her, I too have began enjoying burns now With time pain gets over. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

She was coming to meet me. I asked, how longer it will it be? She said, "10 minutes" and hung up, It has been 30 mins already; am waiting. She always made me wait Outside her place, For hours sometimes; I reached early, she was always late. Now, this day, am no more with her, Have come to bid farewell Waiting for her to come While she is her usual self. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

It's not easy to find a pal Who shares your thoughts, Has passion like you And you never wish to part. The one who's one for you, The one who dreams for you, The one who cried when you lost, The one whom you never refer in past. It's cruel life; Makes toughest blows, You lose the one you cannot fathom about To leave you with sorrows. Yes, it's only truth, No one will share all moments with you, Pals will part ways and be gone away, Till in your sepulchre its only you. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

My beloved one, Let me tell you That you are the reason For the better person I have become. Just took a look at my past, Was able to see what a being I was With no wit of living Till I mate you, at last. It's hard to believe; I often thought I was the better half And you the inferior one, A look at past and I hopped. It was you, always you, The better one among us, I boasted myself And you never broke the spell. I shall walk alone now, And you'll walk alone too, I pray you forgive me for the person I was; And remember, am grateful to you. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Are you looking at the moon? Yes, am looking at it. The shining elliptical figure, With patches of dark on it. I look at the celestial rock And I feel my love in stars; Believing you might be looking at it too. It's there our eyes shall meet, It's there I shall hug you and greet, It's there, I believe, our love Shall live for eternity; Untouched by the world, Untouched by the Gods. I believe it, I know you believe it too. That's how we shall live now, That's how we shall survive. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

When I hear people Speaking of things I know about I feel tempted to add my knowledge there; Also to show off a bit. When I see beauty In words, nature, feelings and, off course, girls, I feel tempted to speak; Also to contemplate it. When I see my pals Boasting about themselves, I feel tempted to boast with them; Also to bring my uniqueness in front of them. When someone hurts me Intentionally or by mistake, I feel tempted to insult them; Also to teach them a good lesson. I get tempted again and again I would go forward and show myself, But what stops me is conscience; And I reconsider things am going to do. Mostly. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

People leave, And when they leave They leave behind the void; The void filled With no distinct thoughts With no distinct feelings, But just the void. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

When I close my eyes My eyes are opened, I see things And feel them vividly Than I can see them Under broad daylight. I plan, And ponder over things, And see things as they are With humility that surprises myself, And I reach to the bottom of things; When I close my eyes. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

She was a girl wishing to be loved, I was a boy willing to love. She was a tamed cat, I was a wolf in goat's coat. She felt miserable, I preferred miserable. And so it went along And we became friends. As it goes without saying The cat can become fierce; And never can a wolf Lose its vile heart. And so it ended In cat's defeat, She trusted me And the wolf in me played deceit. Now, nothing is left But cat's broken heart And wolf's sunken pride; And load of memories. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Big places Make me feel small; I get overwhelmed, Get lonely and silent, Get back in past to ponder Over my mistakes; It's here, I feel, I don't belong, It seems there's no escape, Have to get along. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Where are you? Am waiting for you, From the heart That has forgotten why its beating; With the feeling of loneliness that comes When we forget why we are living. I miss you And miss you, All that I do. May time kill this pain Before I forget myself in you. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Day 1: The first day I stopped being bad Felt like a day I never had; The day full of pleasant thoughts Felt like I was craving for. Day 2: Looked like I had lots more good things to do, To cut on more bad habits, To give more scope to my growth and To find joy in everything. Day 3: Back to square one; Had no joy, no fun. Had lots of vacant space, Looked like I had no errand to run. Day 4: It's the day of oblivion, Learnt life doesn't run as it does in books. Not being bad isn't such a good decision Unless you have good things in rules. To stop being bad And to begin being good Are two sides of the same coin, Life depends on what you choose. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Day 1: The first day I stopped being bad Felt like a day I never had; The day full of pleasant thoughts Felt like I was craving for. Day 2: Looked like I had lots more good things to do, To cut on more bad habits, To give more scope to my growth and To find joy in everything. Day 3: Back to square one; Had no joy, no fun. Had lots of vacant space, Looked like I had no errand to run. Day 4: It's the day of oblivion,  Learnt life doesn't run as it does in books. Not being bad isn't such a good decision Unless you have good things in rules. The learning : To stop being bad And to begin being good Are two sides of the same coin, Life depends on what you choose Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Day 1: The first day I stopped being bad Felt like a day I never had; The day full of pleasant thoughts Felt like I was craving for. Day 2: Looked like I had lots more good things to do, To cut on more bad habits, To give more scope to my growth and To find joy in everything. Day 3: Back to square one; Had no joy, no fun. Had lots of vacant space, Looked like I had no errand to run. Day 4: It's the day of oblivion,  Learnt life doesn't run as it does in books. Not being bad isn't such a good decision Unless you have good things in rules. To stop being bad And to begin being good Are two sides of the same coin, Life depends on what you choose Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

People don't just vanish in thin air, Nor does they take everything with them. We might not be able to recount what we got, We might think we are left with nothing While we had a lot. Memories are elixir Of these decaying  relations. Memories will keep you alive Memories will give you reasons to smile. Memories of different places, Memories of different dresses, Memories of different emotions, Memories of different situations; Memories, Memories, And a lot of them. A day will come When you'll fall in love with them. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

Well, there might be A million ways To mourn your lost love. To miss the person who left you, There are some great ways And some worst ways too. Well, when I miss her I eat Apple, Yes, you got me right. Apple, cause she liked them, And I loved it When she had one. I know am going to miss her For a long long time, Hope Apple prolongs it longer. Cause I like it When I miss her, I really do. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

When a thought enters my mind, I take the pen and write. A poem is born that way; A thought comes into light. I dare say, I try to sound overwhelming, Enthusiast, Enticing, Secretive to the core, Enlightening. Am happy, Some thoughts born in me, My brain childs, Are serving mankind. I really am lucky. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

I was loved, In turn I loved too. Now we are apart And I can't see through. There were things; Yes, things made up our love. There were things; Things that shared our love. There were things, She liked when I got them. There were things I liked when she got them. She is gone now, Maybe, we'll never be together. The things we shared Are still there though; The gifts she wanted, The films we shared, The benches we sat in And the paths we walked. Maybe, she is not really gone; Maybe, it would have been same, The memories would never change, The paths will be the same. I'll grow old Love will stay young, Young forever, As it used to be. Regards, Vinod Jadhav, Mob- +91 7709963544 Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

I thought I have changed a lot, Well, I have not. Just some new hobbies, Have got some experiences, Have shared smiles with many, Have had some grievances. That changed a lot, Still there's more Untouched, Unchanged. I guess, that's me myself. Regards, Vinod Jadhav

While it's ending, It's a gloomy feeling. Not much dramatic, Nonetheless romantic; A rusty routine Filled with the sense of ending. It's pain to bear The moments flooded With memories of togetherness; The dumbness of thoughts You would never believed Would occur, And the only hope you'll have is, Some miracle might occur To keep you together. Well, miracles don't happen, Not now. You have to stand it. Regards - Vinod

It was a love story That was never meant To end on happy note. She knew it; All along she knew it. It was her Who had first confessed this truth. She knew. It was her Who had accepted we would never be together; She knew it true. It was her, Who always believed we will always be lovers; She knew it through. It was her, Who professed one day we may forget each other; She knew it will happen. She knew this, And it has all come true; Nothing unpredictable, Nothing not prepared for. Then, I wonder, Why did she cry? By- Vinod

Spread in a local park, Taking deep breaths I watched the evening sky, As it began to twinkle. That's when I realised, This beautiful, serene sky Looks the same Accross its length. I could think of none But the chances Would she, somewhere Might be doing the same? And I knew, why they watch the sky When they do. By- Vinod

They ask me, "What are you doing? " Question often ends with 'dear'. And when I tell them I find that they did not Really want to know. But, nonetheless I give The humble, honest answers, That let's me know Who cares. By- Vinod

Keep them hidden If you want them long, Try hard to forget them And you'll find them all along. Open your heart And spit them out, They'll get weaker, You'll stumble to gather them together. By- Vinod

Now all truths are open, All misconceptions answered. Am free to chose what suits me, I have nothing to lose. I shall face wrath, I shall face displeasure. As long as am flying It doesn't matter. Well, its my life. I'll live it.

You may think, Yours is the updated house, Among the rest. You may think, Your siblings, full of love And compassion, are the best. You may think Your parents, are alike Their counterparts. You may think, Your home will be untouched Of all earthly things. But, A day will come When your conceptions will be shattered. Blood attracts blood, It never leaves its traits. No one, neither you home, Neither your siblings, Nor your blood is different.

Stopping by every passenger Begging for alms, I saw a madman Spreading his arms. With pity in his eyes Not pressing for coins Neither using single word He walked away holding his stocks. I did not feel pity; Just happened to have this thought, Would I be so at peace, like him, Had I been at loss. By- Vinod Regards, Vinod Jadhav

When I woke up in the middle of night, I saw my roommate sleeping in cold. I just saw it And tried to sleep again But I won't. That's when I took a stance To put my blanket over him And to wear my coat, Though it was old. Next morning when I woke up, I can see am much happier. Regards, Vinod Jadhav

When off from work Am hung. Hung in the thin air Separating me and truth. I fly there Just above the truth Wishing to spend lifetime there, Wishing it was true. Well, truth embraces me so soon. Regards, Vinod Jadhav

Small people, Small quotes, Small worries. Small lives. Small people, Small stakes, Small dreams, Small issues. Small people, Worries about food, Discuss other people; Small people like them. Small people talk aloud, Of their small earthly possessions, And boast of their lands Amassed in their names. Small people with small views Have religion as their strength, Religion which they fail to understand, And follow to the full length. Small people thinks with shrunken head, The small thought; Spend lives worrying The money and what it bought. Small people have small notions, Their kids, their homes, Their lands and their small people, And seldom bigger than that. Well that's what makes them small, The thoughts. Regards, Vinod Jadhav

Now when I have money, It's now I have learnt its worth, People are changing softly, People are valuing my word. Now when I have money, I am asked for money. It's now I feel I've grown It's now I am shown. Well, with money came The debts, The debts I had long forgotten, The debts that made me who I am. The time has come To payback, What I can pay in sum, And to get myself freed when I can.