नभातील तारयांचा प्रकाश
मनात सामावून घेतला...

दुर जरी असंला तरी
प्रत्येक तारा ओळखीचा वाटला...

बरंच काही निसटून गेलंय
तूटणारया तारयाप्रमाणे...

पण अजुनही आभाळ भरलय तारयांनी...
अजुनही उरलय खरे जिणे....

(Written in 2006)

नसलेलही वाटतं असल्यासारखं...
मनात खोलवर दाटल्यासारखं...
वाटांपल्याड लोटल्यासारखं...
शिस्तीबाहेरचं सगळं....

As a random discharge of instinct I checked the dictionary meaning of the word ‘Destiny’. It defined it as the ultimate agency that predetermines the course of events. While I closed the window and moved on to my next task, I couldn’t help but wonder is that so? And if it is, why do we always fail to realize its role unless in retrospect. Any form of fiction may it be movies or books, somehow represent a world of destined realities and moments of serendipity. And if we ideally assume that fiction is an offshoot of reality, why in reality, we always need a validation for our beliefs? There comes the question of belief without evidence. In today’s day and world the everyday insecurity has made us so desperate to find answers to questions, reasons for problems and evidences for beliefs that whatever fails to fit into our logical reasoning, we immediately eliminate. If logic and proof is this important then why is the concept of God still alive? Centuries have lived with it and billions and trillions in fact uncountable number of people have lived and died with the same belief. Were they wrong for believing so? Or is it that sometimes more than documented facts and captured truth, the indications of your very own senses feel so much real and close to your being.