Voice of heart (my poems)

कोऑर्डिनेशन, कोऑर्डिनेशन ,कोऑर्डिनेशन। कस हे जमणार जेव्हा असत प्रत्येकच वेगळ imagination। जेव्हा येते वेळ करायला कोणताही प्रोजेक्ट , करत बसतात सगलेच वेगवेगळे प्रॉब्लम डिटेक्ट। नाही होत कधीच कोणाचा ताल मेळ कधी कधी वाटते चाललाय हा कोणता खेळ। करावी लगते जेव्हा सार्चिंग , आपले mind करू लगते इथून तेथे wandaring। कधी कधी येऊ लगते deepression , पण होत नसते कोणाचे concentration। Implementation कमी पण ideas जास्त असतात, पंख नसताना ही सगले हवेत उडत असतात। मग हळू हळू गाड़ी चालू लगते, कारण पूढे रुळावरुन गाड़ी घसरण्याची भीती असते। मग हळू हळू सगळे थोड थोड compramise करतात , आणि सुखरूप पने आपल्या imaginationch implementation करतात।

तो सम्राट होता, पण सर्व वेद-विद्या पारंगत नव्हता। होती कल्पक त्याची वृती, होती आनंदी त्याची सृष्टी । थोरामोठ्यांचा करी आदर, लहानांची करी तो कदर । हसवण्याची कला होती त्याला अवगत. कधी छोट्या छोट्या गोष्टीत होई त्याची फसगत । होता अगदी दिलदार , पण कामाच्या व्यापने कधी होई बेजार। न माने कधी कोणाला आपले आणी परके, त्याच्यासाठी सगळेच सारखे । कधी कधी तो घोळक्यात ही बसे , पण त्याची नजर चौफ़ैर असे। एक गोड सम्राञीचा मनात तो बसला होता, पण तिचा तो झाला नहीं कारण, त्यावेळेस सम्राटापेक्षा शिक्षणाचा पगडा भरी होता.

Fashion,Fashion,Fashion झाली आहे ही सगळ्यांची passion। स्वीट एंड सिंपलचा जमाना केव्हाच पडलाय मागे, बोल्ड एंड beauitiful आहे गोस्सिप मध्ये सर्वात पुढे। वेगवेगळे hairstyles try करण्यात सगळेच झालेत mad। कितीही लूक्स बदलले तरी होतात sad . झालेत मग्न सगळे try करण्यात इंडो-वेस्ट fusion। Teenagerscha मनात नेहमीच असत काय घालावे हे confussion। वेस्टर्न outfits घातले की सगळे स्वताला mordern समजतात आणि इंडियन valuescha कचरा एकामिंटात करतात हेड -to- toe आजकाल सगळेच राहतात uptodate। कधी कधी चुकून फिक्स होते एकाद्याची डेट। face values वर आजकाल सगळेच जातात । "All that glitters is not gold" हे कस विसरतात ।

Why do humans fight? Even if their heart is dark they show As if it is only bright. Why they have always something to hide? And then relations become like tide. Why everyone run behind name and fame? And then forget life is not a game. Why do humans have tendency to keep aspirations high? And forget to take relief of sigh. Why everyone doesn’t become as innocent as child? So that no one will complain that this world is wild.

Special are many days, but most unforgotten are birthdays. On that special day you can make any wish, And easily you can get your favorite dish. Plans may go flop, But on that day you are on the top. You may feel happy,you may feel sad, Without any reason on that day you may feel glad. You are the point of attraction, That day is not of addition and subtraction. Only on that day you get good blessings countless, And you fix into your mind not to do anything worthless. Dress and Face is mostly covered by cakes and cream, Each birthday sounds to be like an magical dream.

असे वाटते ऊंच उडणार्या पक्षा प्रमाणे कधी तरी मुक्त फिरावे । तर कधी वार्याचा झोक्यावर मस्त झुलावे । तर कधी भुग्यांप्रमाणे फुलाभोवती भिरभिरावे । तर कधी सरिताहोउन कोणासाठीतरी डोंगरातून वाहतच रहावे । कधी कोणासाठी बेभान व्हावे , तर कधी पावसाच्या थेबाप्रमाणे प्रितीत विरघळूण जावे ।

हे अस का असत ? सत्याची बाजू पकड़नार्याला सुखाच जगन का नसत ? हे अस का असत? युगांयुगे हे असच चालत आल , सत्याला नेहमीच झगडाव लागल । सीतेला द्यावी लागली अग्निपरीक्षा , पांडवानाही भोगावी लागली वनवासची शिक्षा. सोन्यालाही उजळून निघाव लागत । बराच वेळ हिरकणीलाही कोळशासोबतच रहाव लागत। हे अस का असत? सत्याची कास धरलेला सामान्य माणूस , जेथे असतो तेथेच राहतो । पापी मात्र सत्याचा मुखवटा चढवून उघड मथ्याने फिरतो । सत्याला आशा असते "पापाचा घडा एक दिवस भरणार, त्याची चूक त्याला कळणार, आणी एक दिवस पापाचा घडा फुटणार" पण सत्याला न्याय मिळतामिळता त्याच अर्ध आयुष्य निघून जात। आणी त्याच आनंदाचे क्षण वेचण्याच स्वप्न कोठेतरी हरवून जात .

आनंदाचे क्षण मी वेचत असताना , हसत-हसत जगताना नकळत तू समोर येतोस , आणि मग माझ्या डोळ्यात तू पाणी अणतोस । मग पुन्हा तुझ्यासाठी व्याकुळ होते, पुन्हा तुझ्या आठवणीत गुंतते , पुन्हा मनातून खचते , पुन्हा वेड्यासारखी तुला शोधत बसते । मग सतत तुझी ओड मला सलत रहते । तू सुखात तर असशील ना ? ही एकच हुरहुर मनाला लागुन रहते । तू अवती-भोवती नसताना , तुझा चेहरा मला सारखा छळत राहतो । मनातला गोंधळ एकसारखा चालत राहतो । अगदीच मग मी गळून पड़ते 'एक सुखलेल्या फुलासारखी ' मग पुन्हा मीच मनाला आवरते, स्वताला सवारते। आणि पुन्हा मरत चालल्या मनाला उभारी देते । पुन्हा मग आनंदाचे क्षण मी वेचत असताना , हसत-हसत जगताना नकळत तू समोर येतोस , आणि मग पुन्हा माझ्या डोळ्यात तू पाणी अणतोस ।

जगाच्या मृगजळामागे माणूस सतत धावतो , धावता धावता तो स्वतालाच विसरतो । स्वताच अस्तित्व निर्माण करता करता , छोटयातला छोटा सुखाचा क्षण ही तो गमावतो । खरे सुख शोधता शोधता तो कधी लोभी बनतो हे त्याचे त्यालाच कळत नाही । आणी कळले तरी त्याला ते वळत नाही । प्रत्येक पायरी चढता चढता जगाचा विचार तो आधी करतो । प्रत्येक वेळी तो स्वताचे अस्तित्व आहे हे सिद्ध करण्यासाठी खटपट करतो । एक आकांशा पूर्ण होते न होते ती दूसरी पूर्ण करण्यासाठी खटपट करतो । आणी शेवटी जगाच्या मृगजळामागे धावता धावता त्याचा एक दिवस अंत होतो .

आली पावसाची सर , केले तिने मनात घर । साचला डोळ्यात जुन्या आठवणीचा थर । आली पावसाची सर , येते ती जोरात अशी की , विमानाचा वेग ही मागे पडे । वायुचा तालावर ती नाचते अशी की, कोणी ही तिचा पुडे फीके पड़े । क्षणात येउन,पक्षा सारखी जाते निघून । मी मात्र जाते जुन्या आठवणीत चिंब भिजून । रुपे तिची एवढी पाहून थक्क होउन मी जाते , गिरगीटाला ही मग तीं मागे पाडते । कधी मज भासे ती दुर्गे एवढी रागीट तर कधी चंद्रा सारखी सौम्य । ती येताच कानात सुर तिचा घुमे असा की पैंजण वाजे नवधुचे , जाते ती अशी की ओड लागे मनाला, aani घोर लागे जीवाला । मग सगळे आशा करतात ती परत लवकर येइल याचे .

Teacher is such a creature, Who is more than a preacher, Just like a mother. They may behave like rock, But are very soft soft at heart. They take us in right directions, And are always happy to do our corrections They not only mould a clay, But also teach us to play. They teach us to laugh, They teach us to cry. They teach us in our own imagination we should fly. They are like catalyst Understanding them is like a mist. When you are sad they give you a helping hand. And always by your side they stand. So I thank god to send teacher divine, Who are eveready to make us shine.

(finally I’m able to post my Marathi poem for my blog.their are many spelling mistake just because I’m not able to type in Marathi.hope so you all find it cool.)

Life is full of sorrow and joy, You have to only enjoy. In life there are many ups and downs But there are also many clowns. In life you have to work hard, And surely you will get your reward. You should always have patience to fulfill your ambitions. Life is like rope, It’s filled with many hopes. To know about life you can be crazy, But please don’t be lazy.

City is in blue, just because of swine flu. When will it attack you no one has any clue. If one sneezes other has suspicion, That he may have swine flu infection. Afraid is everyone to do any task, Without wearing a mask. From a distance everyone is talking, And is scared even while walking. Disturbed is everyones schedule, Closed are all courses and modules. Everyone is under threat, And even don’t dare to take deep breath. No one goes for outings Closed are all lines of dating and meetings. At last all birds prefer to stay in their nest, Because they don’t want to fall into any quest.

My Bro for me is more than a Hero. He is very cool and calm, And always gets up late even if he sets alarm. Instead of oil he applies gel, If something is wrong he has many fake stories to tell. Irritates me so much that I literally yell. Is very stylish Nowadays instead of Marathi, he speaks too much of English. Is very uptodate about new upcomming technologies, But still belives in all sorts of numerlogies, and astrologies. In everything he tries to apply his logic, And is always surrounded by people, I dont understand his magic. He is very mordern, But somewhre in the heart he follows Indian tradition. Even if I 'm sad for while, with his stupid humour he makes me smile. He behaves as if all responsiblites are on his shoulder, May be because he is older. Be it good or bad times, He is always by my side. I'm so friendly with him that nothing from him I hide. He teaches me even failures we should bare, About nothing then family he ever cares. I know my bro is very smart. I als

If I were a rose for a day, I would spread sweet fragrance all the way. If I were a candle for a day, I would show the path of right way. If I were a sand for a day, I would never come in hand anyway. If I were a wind for a day, I would make move everyone with me along the way. If I were a sun , I would give warmth of love to everyone. Atlast I were rain, With pure thoughts I would cleanse everyone's brain.

I still hope I shall meet you one day. I still hope You will be proud of me one day. I still hope You will never be seperate from me anyway. I still hope You will not cry any day. I still hope on and on about you But that day will be of gay, When you will meet

I hitted six, She gave me Vicks asked she"Shall I take you to Dr. Dicks." Why? asked I "You look sick" said she. "But I am alright" answered I "Shall I sing and show song" asked I "I think the day is wrong" answered she.

Run,Run,and Run. You have to cacth the train. Run,Run,and Run. You are getting late. Run,Run,Run. You might miss the plane. Run,Run,Run. You can win the race. Run on and on, so that you can be with the world. But wait,wait,and wait. You don't go on wrong way, as you run,run,and run.

Friendship is like a rope, It is on your hope. Friendship has many golden days, And you are together in many ways. In friendship their are joys and sorrow, And you think of tomorrow. In friendship you don't hate, You only have to keep faith. In friendship there is ever something new , That's what I find in you. In friendship many lessons are learned Lessons of caring,sharing and daring. They are very cheering. Friendship cannot be explained in one day, Can we meet in the month of May

Life's path is strong, It's also very long. Walking on it was time to take turn, Aswell as to learn. The day was of quest, I was put to test. I was egar, Soon I saw a stranger. Dressed in white and black, Had a beautiful blue sack. Having a radiant glow, My footsteps went slow. I hoped time should stop, Meanwhile I broke a pot. Mercy on me was of lord Venus, The stranger was very genius. Sitting on the chair thought I, did I got someone my feelings to share, and someone to care Learned many good things from him And found light of life is dim. Never was I intrested playing with dolls And started worshiping him as an Idol. Was he like a catalyst ? Its still a mist. But thanked God to send such an angel devine. Surely one day he will be mine.

Once the princess felt lonely, thought she no one is to me friendly. No one is too dear for me to cheer, Living this this life is full of fear. Everyday has new problem to cope, And I have no hope. Thinking about many incidence, she lost her confidence. Thought she life is colourless, Living it is worthless. Had done many sacrifices; And was bored of listening advices. So she took a knife, to end her life. Soon started shivering the earths crust , And aroused a beautiful fairy, and pulled away the knife. And said she"You have no right to end your life." Life is beautiful Only you have to be careful. Life have problems, But they also have solutions. Life is Gods creation, you only have to fill colours according to your own imagination. For that you should Have some ambition, so that you can boost your skill, But for that you should have strong power of will. To feel satisfied life is a small problem which should be correctly simplified. This is the universal truth, And surel