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When we speak mean words

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

Me perfect

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

More human

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

The burns

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