Seven

2010-02-15T19:26:00.002+05:30

Tonight,

I look at your brown eyes,

and realise,

all my walls are white.

2009-08-18T03:44:00.001+05:30

Across the table,
a lingering sigh,
an indecent couple.

I smile nonetheless,
my unforgiving sadness.

2009-08-10T23:59:00.001+05:30

मी गात कुणाच्या ओळी,
स्वप्नात विरुनी गेलो.
त्या नसलेल्या नात्याला,
मध्येच का विसरलो?
अर्ध्या सूर्यास्ताला,
आठवणींचा पूर येतो.
एकट्या संध्याकाळी,
शब्दात मी हरवतो.
अवेळी सुचले का हे?
कोवळे उनच होते.
एकाकी या क्षणाचे,
उगाच का भय होते?

2009-05-14T05:15:00.000+05:30

वाट

खूप कविता आहेत
संध्याकाळी वाटे कडे तक लावून बसण्याबाबत
दिवस ढळल्यावर, तो कधी परत येईल या काळजीत.

भर दुपारी, टळटळीत उन्हात मी पहात आहे वाट.
माझं आसूसलेपण कळलंच नाही या लेखकांना.
पण तुलाही कळू नये?

संध्याकाळी तरी तू येशील या आशेने,
आता संध्याकाळीचीच वाट पहात बसले मी.
किमान हि वाट आहे सोबतीला.

- मी

2009-03-24T19:47:00.000+05:30

I remember this one fine evening,
I was sitting in a coffee shop,
with some spanish music playing.

I remembered her, her though, I did not know.

A smile at that thought.
A sip of the coffee gone cold.

I picked up a pencil, for a pen there was not,
to scribble these lines, on a lonely tissue.

2009-02-15T23:04:00.001+05:30

या पांढर्या ऋतुत, काळी निशाण वाहती...
माझ्या मायेची ग हाक, दिवे लागण जाहली.

प्रांजळ मनाची, ही प्रांजळ प्रार्थना...
हा अंधार एकाकी, तरी ही का सोडवेना?

निष्पर्ण झाडी येथे, हे गवतही स्तब्ध.
का आक्रोश उरला, का रडू आले फक्त?

2008-12-28T05:39:00.001+05:30

Had the most wonderful experience today at the National Gallery in London today evening. I was in the room which showcased works by Van Gogh and Monet - the impressionist stuff. I stood in front of Long Grass With Butterflies, a painting by Van Gogh, and there was this woman with a 7-8 year old daughter of hers, looking at the same painting. I could not hear them clearly, but they were mostly french. The mother was explaining the painting to her daughter in a most fascinating manner. Her vivid hand gestures, and rapid french were much more intriguing than the painting itself. And I found myself looking at them rather than the painting. It had the reality of real life itself, and the impressionist abstraction of an incognizable language.

It was arguably the richest performance I have ever witnessed.

2008-12-12T06:20:00.000+05:30

If I had cut my finger instead,
and presented it to you,
as a gift.
Would you have accepted it?

Maybe that's what I have to do,
when my eyes run dry.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps the dryness will,
bring along with it,
some sanity.

,and i might not have to kill myself after all.

2008-12-10T02:14:00.000+05:30

I would rather be lonely than stupid.

Now if there was someone,
and I was not alone,
I would have had to explain,
what I meant.

I would rather not.

2008-11-26T03:59:00.001+05:30

Winter

On a wet road,
I walk alone,
as winter begins,
amidst fallen leaves.
The barren tree,
stares at me.

Gray should be the colour,
manage with dim yellow streetlights.
A mild wind, attempting to blow away my hood.

I walk alone,
as winter begins.

2008-09-06T09:45:00.001+05:30

Aarshaat pahila aaj chukun.
Pan.. itka kaay chukla?

2008-06-18T02:15:00.001+05:30

Chitrakaar

ek chitra - jivanta rangancha - ticha - tyane kadhlela.
rangansarkhach jivanta - tyachyasathi.
ticha shvaas aiku yeto tyala.
ratri dole mitatat tiche.
tyacha navin chitra pahun haste ti.
ani radte tyachya barobar, jenvha to ektaach asato,
kopryaat baslela.
tyachya adhantari haakela o dete chitramadhun
- chitrache ranga evadhe uthun ka distayt tyala umjatach nahi

2008-06-18T02:13:00.001+05:30

To

ek prachanda mothi kholi.
ek khurchi.
kopryat ek kharata.
kahi jalmata, pan koli nahi.
jaalyat adakleli mrut mashihi nahi.

kahi kagad.
ardhavat chitra.
adeech kavita, ek khodleli.

junya paddhatichi gaj asleli khidki.
daar nahi.
bhinitivar asankhya taarkha, roj badalalelya.
banda kholit khup mokli jaaga.
- ani to, ekta jeev.

2008-06-07T23:25:00.003+05:30

Stupid

Its funny and at the same time fascinating to observe how one manages to be stupid at times. Its like a guerrilla attack - completely unsuspected. There you are, cruising through a smooth conversation, each word, each thought carefully chosen - and suddenly... bam! You mess it all up by saying the stupidest thing possible. And then there is the combination of awkward silence, a bad joke to mend things and that fake air of casual carelessness.

Though what makes me curious as a kid is that - did the other person find you stupid too? Or just cutely candid?

2008-06-04T14:46:00.000+05:30

don dolyanmadhla antar, jasjasa kami hot jaata,
othanna janavte javalik, tya dusrya othanchi.

shabdancha khel chaluch rahato,
shvaas guntatat,
dhaap lagte,
urtaat, haatat haat.

pan ya saglya gondhalat,
lakshat rahataat, te don dole.
- maza samudra.
an budto mi, mana paryant.

2008-05-25T15:52:00.001+05:30

Rose

The rose of loneliness,
I long for.
Pricked but slightly,
I yearn.

2008-03-05T23:30:00.001+05:30

ACT II

Of human bondage, am I a slave?
Numbed completely by the social charade!
An internalized character I continue to play,
with a thought held in my mind,
are these truly my lines?

I say I wish to explore me.
What happened in these past few years,
I yearn to seek.
I looked in the mirror hoping it will answer.
Stupid was me, not to realise,
it was but mimicking, what I was unknowingly acting.

What end shall this play meet?

Presenting next act II

2007-12-07T18:22:00.000+05:30

Description of 'scientists' by Yann Martel in Life of Pi

Scientists are a friendly, atheistic, hard-working, beer-drinking lot whose minds are preoccupied with sex, chess and baseball when they are not preoccupied with science.

2007-12-07T18:20:00.000+05:30

"If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams."

- Yann Martel
(Life of Pi)

In continuation of Human, evolved.

2007-12-01T23:52:00.000+05:30

Human, evolved.

If my fiction is to reflect reality, why do I even bother to write it? Is a second-rate version of reality so cherished by humans? Or would it make way more sense to let reality be? But with the highly developed brain due to evolution, the concept of reality has got warped. And fiction has become necessary to give reality a meaning! How can man live with such a paradox throbbing through his veins, for every second of his life?

The very essence of being human is to not comprehend, accept and live reality as it comes. Not to live in the present is human, evolved.

2007-11-02T14:14:00.000+05:30

The first line

'ardhich phulali, kaLi niraagas...'

Sometimes it happens that you think of only the first line...

2007-10-29T22:51:00.001+05:30

Life is a daze,
a dream unbound.
A song sung,
without words remains.

2007-10-14T22:07:00.001+05:30

kadhich dur nahi tu,
bolalo nahi jari.
sanvada palyad naata,
shwaas ghet, sthir.

tujhya nasnyat suddha tu hotas,
mi pan hotoch ki tujhyasathi,
ani alo ekatra jenvha,
maahit hota doghannahi,
tya nasnyacha khotepana.

astitva ekmekancha, ekmekansathi, ekmekanshivay...
pan tari ekmekan barobarach.
ya kodyacha ulgada?
pan koda nahich, aapli gammat!

haslas na galyatlya galat?

2007-06-25T19:32:00.001+05:30

Nata pramane lekhakache dekhil burkhe astaatach! Tya burkhyanvarun aatla chehara kasa asel yache andaaj bandhle jaatat. Pan kadhi kadhi to kadhun thevato sagle burkhe.. pan tenvha to centre stage la nasato... eka kopryat kharadto kahitari kaagdachya chitoryavar... kvachit nantar phadun phekunahi deto. Ani mag chadhvun burkha yeto parat madhyat...

kopra ektach radat asto.

2007-06-20T17:46:00.000+05:30

:(

Ghet aakashat bharari, to udala dhaganvari
pasrun pankha dur, rahi sthir adhantari.

laambun pahile tyane, jamin dubhangali
halakallol majlela, dhavapalch sarvatri

ivluse gharte tyache, ivlushya jhadavar
jhadach nikhalale, mati kashi hi nishthur

dharticha rag nahi, nahi dolyat hi pani
pasrun pankha dur, to sthir adhantari.

2007-06-19T16:13:00.000+05:30

kadhi bhetu mi ata tula?
barobar jaaga, chukichi vel
barobar vel, chukichi jaaga
kadhi kadhi, chukicha mich!

tari rahavat nahich na..
athavan yetach rahte.
tevdhich... tu nahi.
sang na, kadhi bhetu mi ata tula?

2007-04-27T17:58:00.000+05:30

Baa Baa Black Sheep,
Say something else!

Same old hollow discussions,
I am tired of this pretence!

2007-03-30T20:29:00.000+05:30

Missing someone...

There are times when you miss someone close to your heart... you really feel like talking to that person, laughing together, smiling... holding hands... just being together!

But there are a few rarer moments... when you just want to miss that person... you want to feel that void that the person creates by not being around you, and acknowledge and appreciate it with everything... yea, with everything, everything in your heart... your mind... just... everything! And a phone call is not going to 'remedy' the missing... because, its not about the presence of the other person, but it is about the absence... and so totally and completely about you... it is the glory of that absence that you so want to bask in... embrace... live! It is an amazing feeling... a pleasant surprise that how much a person can mean to you.. and how much he or she can be a part of your life... i think, it tells you something more about yourself!

I am loving it! :)

2007-01-31T18:36:00.000+05:30

Chaos

Words
words
words
words
words
thoughts
feelings
me?

2007-01-17T23:05:00.000+05:30

Step Function

Have you ever wondered how a step function feels?

There are patches in its life when the everything remains the same... not a single thing changes... maybe he feels secure, grows a sense of comfort... but then slowly the feeling stagnates... it needs to get over that enormous plateau... rise...

and then comes the moment when it changes...

But how does it build up to it? A desire to change would be brewing inside... Frustrated by the same old routine... It would just be bursting... on the brink of letting loose... And when the time comes... will it just know? Would there be some sign for the function to let it know, that its time for it to step on to the next level?

Siezing that moment is so important for the step function... because one lost point & it would have to give up its dreams of rising up... It will remain at the same level for a long long time...

Thats a scary thought!

2006-11-21T10:58:00.000+05:30

:)

Majhya manaat je chalalay,
tya gondhaLala koN shabdanche kapDe ghalel?
naagva gondhaL nakoch! trasdayak THarato!
paN atta tari saglach suraLit astana
he shabda ka utartayt kagdavar?
itka savayicha jhalay ka gondhaL mala?

...
ka gondhaLalach ekTa vaTatay?

2006-11-15T20:47:00.000+05:30

Random 4 lines...

Devil o devil,
pls take my soul...

I wish, o so badly!
Not to cry anymore!

Special thanks - Sumedh! :P

2006-09-12T21:34:00.000+05:30

Twilight

One of the most amazing twilights I have ever seen...
Orange everywhere...
As serene as a calm ocean...
A painting, which wont change...
And then, the clouds roared, maybe they felt left out...
A flash of lightening.

It did not rain... It wasnt supposed to.
The clouds wanted to applaud the setting as well...
...and the orange made way for the night....

its violet now...
soon it will be black..
a rainbow in time! :)

2006-08-20T22:50:00.000+05:30

Blank Canvas

Why is a blank canvas so haunting?

Am I afraid?

2006-08-07T22:29:00.000+05:30

The first one

I do not know why I am writing this blog.
I do not wish that my thoughts or feelings be public. Its not that I wish that my thoughts be private, I am just neutral towards the whole concept.
But somehow, the idea of writing a blog, seemed more appealing than writing in my writing pad.

I am sure I am not writing to void... am writing to something, someone...
just a few notes, locked up in an empty bottle thrown out into the ocean....