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स्वप्नं,
दु:ख,
आशा,
आकांक्षा,
प्रेम,
माया,
आनंद,
स्वार्थ,
ईर्शा,
क्रांती,
द्वेश,
राग,
कला,
मत्सर,
हाव,
अंधार.....
आणि मी पेन खाली ठेवलं...

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आणि कानाचे पडदे हालवून सोडणारी निरव शांतता...

What in life you can call pain?

Huddle of thoughts crossing each other’s path
Or following something which can’t be called a path
Splatters of colours decolouring your vision
Or something enchanted chaining each reason

Suddenly all dictionaries fall awfully short
Palates dry, no center in the board of dart
Mirror seems fragile, cracking with a glimpse
Same is the way each day ends and begins

Windows and doors appear to be solid
No indication of a beam nor a light
A mighty darkness rapidly creeps in
Making the dark red spot bigger than the fright

And abruptly at an instance time stands still
Breeze starts coming in
And things you though you would never feel….
You reach for the words in desperation to comprehend
Ending up in realization that you can’t really find an end…

गोष्टी जुळून येतात खुपदा,

नंतर शिस्तीत कोलमडण्यासाठी....

गिरवून गिरवून झिजली तरी,

कोरीच शेवटी राहते पाटी....

Untitled......

Thoughts crawling, undefined, certain…
Feelings unrevealing, unknown, undone…

...

I don’t know who I am, & don’t intend to find that out any time sooner.
I love the feeling of not knowing… one thing always puzzles me, what next after knowing? May be the end of wandering, a full stop on the untold possibilities of something out of the frame…
I don’t have my goals clear either… the picture behind the tinted glass can be anything... absolutely anything… and I wait for that to unfold…

(+ = - )?

Life with dreams, aspirations & desires
The good old formula of success everyone hires
The angel may fill your ears with the winning goose
But the chances are that you might even loose

The cards of tarot predicted your victory
‘You are the winner’ said the lines of destiny
Yet sometimes the mystery turns, can raise an amuse
The chances are that you might even loose

Eyes filled with gazes of hope
Temperament eager to comprehend & cope
Your heart pounding & the horizon defuse
The chances are that you might even loose

Masses of pages undergoing your eyes
Masses of faces changed like a dice
The beginning and the end cannot be fused
The chances are that you might even loose

Leaves of memory shedding themselves
Drying flowers on strengthening paths
Glimpse of recollections ready to induce
Still the chances are, you might even loose

The definition of victory fails to define itself
The defeat instead does that for life’s sake
Life may give you everything you muse
The chances are that you still might loose

My philosopy class!!

Ever seen season 8, ‘Monica’s secret closet’?
While watching it the 9th time and having by hearted all the humor of Joey, suuuppeerr cuteness of chandler etc... I started thinking on a totally different level…
Ya I know we are talking about friends here... You are supposed to laugh or cry...
But I wondered… don’t we all have a secret closet inside us? An unknown part of ourselves which we hope no one finds out? At the same time looking for some one, ready to accept us with or INSPITE OF THAT!

Huh life….



That’s why I always say!! Throw away (or just keep aside) your philosophy books, and watch FRIENDS!!!!!

THE unCONCIOUS

Woke up in the morning, as usual… picked up the newspaper, as usual... But very unusually I felt an uncontrollable need to go though my horoscope...

Come on! It’s stupid... do I really believe in all this stuff? Somebody being kind enough to tell me my fortune and all I have to do is look into the news paper? That’s all?



Excellent! Let’s do it!


The first line itself was a cool breeze of air! ‘Your wait for the special someone will end today’
Well... that was exciting!
But what did that mean? Special someone? That could be a puppy I wanted for so long… that was clearly a generalization to suit everyone! Oh how stupid… I don’t need to read the rest...

Veryyy weirdly I felt like a cocaine addict (not that I have ever had any... but it must be how it feels) I wanted to read it in spite of not wanting to believe it!

“The planetary conditions are in a good turn... It’s your day! ”

Finally the weight of conflicts was off my shoulders…I threw the paper away…
What a crap!

In a few minutes, off my notice, I started singing a Himesh Reshmia song…I was shocked!!! I never sing Himesh Reshmia’s songs in the morning… for that matter I never ever sing Himesh Reshmia’s songs…

But somehow I kept going on…

It was seven am in the morning, dint get a good sleep, had a big day ahead… but still I was happy!

For no particular reason!

Or may be a reason my ‘thinking’ brain decided to refuse…