Facebook याद दिलाता है....

Facebook याद दिलाता है आज-कल, दोस्ती मे पूरा हुआ सा हर एक पल,
मालूम ना चले, थे अजब से अधुरे, इसी बीच हुए जो कूछ साल पुरे....

अपनी दोस्ती को ये Facebook क्या जाने, हम दोस्त है जहाँ मे कितने पुराने,
हाथो मे Pencil, किताबो संग चले थे, वो 90s के दिन थे हम तब से मिले थे,
शुरु है सफर चल रहा कारवा है, गजब ये दोस्ती की दास्ता है !

आज-काल प्रेम वगैरे

आज-काल प्रेम वगैरे काही उरलेलं नाही
असं मला चुकूनही वाटलेलं नाही.

प्रेम आहे. आज-काल प्रेम आहे.
प्रेम आहे कारण....
फार दूरचं कशाला, दोन लोकांतच बघ ना,
भावना आहेत.
भावना आहेत म्हणून शब्द आहेत. शब्द आहेत म्हणून गीत आहेत.
गीत आहेत म्हणून गाण्याला चाल आहे. चाल आहे तेव्हाच तर संगीत आहे.
संगीत आहे त्यावरून आठवलं, Guitar आहे.
आणि Guitar वर अरिजीत चं गाणं कसं खुलून येतं.
किंवा "चुरा लिया है तुमने  जो दिल को" एकांतात ऐकलं की,
प्रेम वगैरे आज काल आहे, हा विश्वास अधिक मजबूत होत जातो.

कदाचित प्रेम वगैरे असं काही नसेलही,
पण प्रेमात असताना, आपण जे आता आहोत त्याहून अधिक Better होऊ पाहतो ना..
नकळतपणे का होईना, स्वतः वर आधी पेक्षा जास्त जीव लावतो ना.
गालातल्या गालात मना मध्ये खुद्कन हसतो,
लगबगीनं चालतो-बोलतो. अनेकदा बावरतो आणि याच प्रेमामध्ये सावरतो.
हे प्रेम आहे, असं  आपल्याला कळत नसेलही,
याच नादात केव्हा तरी स्वतः शीच बोलतो, अन वारंवार आरशात पाहतो.

प्रेमा मध्ये आपण कसे फुलासारखे फुलतो, आणि एका वेगळ्याच नशेत झुलतो.
म्हणून म्हणतो प्रेम आहे. आज काल ही, प्रेम आहे.

Yet another gaze

Yet another gaze,

From your hypnotic eyes,

Will drown me in them,

within all you comprise. 

And, land me in a deep trance. 

Yet another gaze,

From your searching eyes,

Will catch me at times,

with much of surprise.

And have me stumbled by chance. 

Yet another gaze,

From your questioning eyes,

Will pierce through me,

To get what your heart implies. 

And, have me wounded just by your glance. 

Yet another gaze,

From your revealing eyes,

Will traverse me in a dreamy world,

Which is lovely, sweet and nice. 

And, have me with you for a song and dance. 

Yet another gaze,

From your sincere eyes,

Is awaited by my longing soul,

When you will truly arise.

 

And, have me complete our perfect romance.

YOU

Like the dark clouds,

which predict the arrival of rain.

I can feel your arrival too,

with the longing and the pain.

And then suddenly comes bliss,

with the clouds having a fall.

Same as that, each and every time,

you make an unexpected call.

But now even if you don’t call,

I can feel you around me.

And I behave in my loneliness,

as if there you surround me.

About me, loneliness and my thoughts,

you may just seldom care.

Whenever you’ll need me,

recall me, I will be always there.

I am telling you this,

because, I can even now feel you.

The tapping of your feet,

the steps you take towards me,

this may happen at this moment,

O, may be or may not be.

And, then you’ll sit next to me,

I’ll tell you, all that I want to.

Believe me, its all from the heart,

each thing spontaneous, impromptu.

This way or the other, I think,

about you, every moment, everywhere.

And who in the world has time,

with reason about time to care.

I may look like a maverick,

but, I’m not really that mad.

I may not look smart enough,

but, I’m not really that bad.

The frequency, of my feelings,

that generate every second,

is genuine, like the word itself,

and frankly has no end.

The darkens clouds may shower,

in larger parts or just a few.

You think about me, or you don’t,

I’ll be just thinking about you.

Memories

So many years have passed, since then.

But seems as if its been just yesterday.

Though I remember few days vividly,

the rest are scattered and castaway.

Yet in the lonely timeless afternoons,

I ponder over, what’s gone by and past.

Everyone fades away in recap of images,

its me who remains in at last.

I go on to change the bygones,

the memories, possibly if I could.

Ah, they would not change nor move,

as if they are made from wood.

Now as they are, they remain with us,

to share with others and so on.

For what I couldn’t alter somehow,

I’ll just prefer to forget and move on.

I wouldn’t exchange those days,

with the illusions of west.

Or even with the mysteries of east,

because that’s the time, life was best.

Neither can they be traded with,

what are other worldly treasuries.

For reason that, the days are mine,

and they are my fond, lovely memories.

Is there any harm

Is there any harm,

to love someone?

And in return,

be loved by someone.

Is there any harm,

to be at leisure?

With someone in the woods,

and with our own pleasure.

Is there any harm,

to hope for the best?

Even when the morale is low,

and time is put to test.

Is there any harm,

to follow the soul?

When thinking from mind,

may not be the goal.

Something is new in my life….

Its for no one to decide,

what I am upto!

Nor about what I’ve been doing,

and nothing of going to do!

Neither the sky above,

nor the earth around.

Not a thing of silence,

nor the slightest sound.

Let the world stop its quest,

when I am at my joyous best.

Even I forbid myself

to contemplate on my plans!

Allow my soul to rest on future,

and as the time spans!

My life shapes out of my own hand,

and I smile at the castle of sand!

Something is new in my life,

about miles away from older strife.

Within my heart, I realize

a seemingly mystique boom.

But let me tell you,

its only when, love begins to bloom.