विषण्णता

खोल खोल रुतत जाणारी अस्वस्थता,
अश्वत्थांम्यालाही हेवा वाटावा

उसविलेल्या सदऱ्याचीही फिकीर नाही ,
उद्विग्न मनोकल्लोलात वाटे क्षुद्र सर्वकाही

विझलेल्या विस्तवासारखी प्रतिभा ,
मुर्दाड स्थितीतली स्थितःप्रज्ञता

थिजलेला आत्मसन्मान ,
अंधकारमय स्वप्ने अन काळा सूर्य...

P S :  This one is dedicated to kavi Grace. Almost a year ago i wrote this poem.
          Today, i relived those moments while typing these words. Simply Hypnotic!!!

Déjà vu

Well its been almost 4 years for which I thought was end of d period which v all luv to forget…our stay at FC..few days ago we had a dinner at FC road, it was a big treat gave by my OGF(old good friend), for securing admission for MCA in symbi..its like goin back to old days…n how it was tough to get back on track…

As I was havin a good time wid them, n I lost somewhere।(nowadays it happens a lot).

I always believe wat I can say in Marathi,"माणूस हां दुसर्याच्या चुकापासून शिकत नाही तर तो स्वताला जालेल्या जखामापसून शिकतो."

So true…i had lot of them..n there will b more…but now I felt lot tired of these things…
these days I felt lot more like dat, its lyk my head is spinnin all d time॥in d past I was addicted to CS..n it was okay..more so because I was helpless..

but now for small reasons I went into dat spotless mind framework…be it no preparation for regression or not able to find proper inspiration for writin a play for annual gathering, or freaked out instinct for wrintin poems( or prose or haikus or whatever)॥but d best part is dat now I don’t feel guilty of dat।(here poem)..i donno wat is d reason behind d lack of inspiration or wat kind of thrust I m lookin for….now I felt lot of afraid of these things, n after some split seconds I went into another mood..without worrying anything… I hate myself.

PS:- See now m posting this n I m not in dat spotless mind framework…donno wat can I say more!

Lying 2 myself

Donno what I was upto…
Donno where I was heading…
The noise was deafening
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…

Donno what I was looking for…
I thought everyday will be another day
but the same old story repeated
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…


Donno what was inline 4 me….
There were some theories
There were some practices
I thought I was optimistic
but did sounds like pessimistic
The line was becoming misty
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…


Donno who was he?
who always believed in pluck rather than luck
saying only “ All is well” was not gonna be enough…
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…


Donno if I liked d situations…..
Donno whether my heart was pounding over or not…
I faced them all but now I am tired…
Its so unlike me
I am sure alls gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I am lying 2 myself…



PS:- i guess d moments r coming really fast... :)