A couple of days back I saw this film called ‘As good as it gets’ staring Jack Nicholson. As brilliantly good as it is, one of the dialogs in the film especially struck my mind. Greg Kinnear who is playing an Artist in the movie says to his portrait model, “When you look at someone long enough, you can see the humanity in them”. A beautiful ornamentation of words! But how much truth is there in it? Can you really see through a person?
This reminds me of a discussion I had with one of my friends who is an artist himself. He was talking about how an artist likes to observe people and over the period of time gains an expertise over noticing the nuances in the individuals walking around him. How a slightest change in the crease of your eye or an arch of your back represents who you are as a person. So isn’t it a possibility that whenever we talk about getting negative or positive vibes from people, we are secretly observing certain physical traits and making a judgment of which may be even we aren’t aware of while an expert is just aware of it!

Looking through the rock solid glass window

Bolted from inside… I struggle to find the keys

I am a part of their world but I can’t let them in…

They say, look at you… you are jumping with joy!

I say these are just my futile attempts to stay off the blazing ground

They say you are sleeping on the bed of roses…

I say, the bright red Colour is camouflaging the thorns

They say look at the stunning beauty around you and see our ever cheery faces...

I say, can I please close my eyes?

They say write something to please our mind, draw something to please our eyes, sing something to please our ears

I say, here is my life… choose whatever delights you

They say, hey you looser, don’t submit to what others think... You understand?

I get down on my knees, bow my head and say, yes I do.

शिळी झालीएत आता चितेवरची फुलं...
श्रदधांजली आणि भिंतींवरचे फोटो...
शिळी नाही ना होउ शकत अशी अंत:करणातली धसधस...
रात्र झालीए आता...
आणि युगभरात गोठलेलं रक्त आग लावुन जाळायचय...
पण जंगलात वणवाही नकोय...
पोळतील हात..
आणि उरेल फ़क्त राख...
एक दिवा हवाय उब देण्यासाठी...
एक ज्योत हविए अंधार फ़ोडण्यासाठी....

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

चांदण्यांच्या तेजा पेक्षा रस्त्यावरचे दिवे प्रखर होताएत...
आणि हे अनुभवणारा भावनांचा थांबा सुन्न...

डोळे फ़ाडुन बघाव लागणारं सॊंदर्य खिदळतंय...
आणि हळ्हळतीए बंद पापण्यांमागची सोनेरी किनार...

रखरखत्या उन्हात वारयाची मंद झुळूक नाही...
घोंघावतीए बोचणारी खोलीपुरती हवा...

पापड लाटण्याचे दिवसही आता सुकून पापड झाले...
कारण आजीच्या लाट्याही आता दुकानात मिळ्तात म्हणे...

असंबद्धतेच्या चॊकटीतुन बाहेर किंचाळणारया नजरा...

आपला वेगळेपणा हवाहवासा वाटुनही गर्दीत मावण्याचा अट्टाहास...

मोठा मोठा होत चुरगळून हरवलेला आवाज...

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…