Eternal Hunger

Deep, dark, dear hunger
I paint on you the cause of my plight
As responsible as you are
Never do I blame you
For you are meant to be there
Your purpose-you can't explain!

I ask you - Oh! The creator
Of my mind, my soul, my being
And of the hunger, the thirst, the longing -
I ask you nothing - What should I?
And how do I?

For you may kill the poor hunger,
The thirst, the quench, the search,
Those are solely th cause of my being,
I lose them & I am lost -
The thick, white frost -
Then engulfs me, eats me and digests...
My present, remnant soul
Would then perish & my dear friend termed a ghoul...

Oh! Forget it - I will sustain
For the search that never finds me.
Your gift I rely on - Time
It waits for nothing they say
I lend my hand to carry me along.

Burnt Blood

He is sitting in his chair
His favourite place of despair
And he thinks and thinks and thinks
Of the blood around him that stinks

His fingers marching on the keyboard
Watch his sleepless eyes sored
In a distant screen that's empty from behind
And how the creator has been kind

Clueless as hell as he sits
His butt boils in the bottom in bits
Moving himself a li'l bit
He thinks again of the same old shit

Tapping his feet to the drums
That beat in his ears, he comes
To a hault when he looks around
To measure the futility by a headcount

And then he imagines a dead pang
That blocks him of the time that stang
For an instant before he returns
To the blood from bites and char from the burns.

भित्रं आभाळ

काळोखाच्या चादरीखाली
नभ अजुन जागंच होतं
टक्क डोळे उघडे टाकुन
शांततेच्या शोधात होतं...

मनात वादळ माजलेलं
दोन-चार गावं उजाडलेली
अन शे-दोनशे शवं - वादळानं पछाडलेली!

एक दिवा मात्र
खांबावर एकटच लटकत होता - फाशी दिलेल्या कैद्याप्रमाणे,
वादळाच्या भोअवर्यात त्याचा प्रकाश
अधनं-मधनं माझ्यापर्यंत सटकत होता.

रात्र अशीच ओसरली...

उजाडलं तेव्हा,
वाकलेल्या खांबावर
दिवा खालीवर झुलत होता
विझलेला...
पण नभाकडे खुणावत होता...

नभ दमल्यासारखं वाटत होतं
एका अनामिक ओझ्याखाली
खंगल्यसारखं वाटत होतं,
एक दोन संतत धारा
नकळत बरसत होतं,
अवजड ढगांचा काळा थवा तेव्हा,
मला जवळच असल्याचं भासत होतं.

Receding Droplets

The best autumns fade
With the rust clinging to the rails
And green memories
Swaying freely under the blue sky

Time hides itself under vapour
Seeped in through the cracks
In a weary dial

Creepers hanging from the branches
Kissing the ground beneath in its mouth
Exchanging gathered salivas
In the confines of muddy puddles

A dark cloud sails over
Once in a while
Its shadow crusing ahead
Regardless of the contours
And the stupid folk following it
Stumble and fall, Rise and run
Stumble and run, Fall and rise
Until it climbs the mountain to reach the other side
And the stupid folk turn back to expect more

And the stupid folk... Look more stupid!

Selling Yourself

Drop down the robes
Emitting sunshine,
Concealing desperation
And stand naked
In front of the mirror

What does it say?
Does it talk to you?
Are you listening
Or more interested in gazing at yourself?
Admiring your shapes?
Their developments over the years?
Admiring your beauty?
That you collected
Like stones thrown at you?

Oh! You found your best feature?
You are delighted.
You think they are the ones that get noticed?
But
You forget you are noticed after them
You are hidden behind their existence.
You are forgotten until they are forgotten.

Now you know...
You are not you until they are you...

Mortal Beliefs & Immortal Artistic Sense

Why does it happen
That an artist
So finds himself alone
In a routinely world
Driven by insecurity
Where everyone strives to
Build secured walls
Satisfying necessitites
Ignoring soft truths
Adapting to the hard ones
Indulging in non-sense
Trying their might to
Make sense out of it -
Sense, which they are
Ignorant about
And when he tries
To explain to these mortals
The real meaning of sense -
Sense, which for him
Is the immortal truth
He is always questioned
About his common sense?

याला काय म्हणावं...

एक कविता ऎकणार?
ऎकु नकोस जा
पानं पुसत शिकरण खा
जेवायला या
यायच्या आधी या
मग जा
मज्जा
फुस्स्स्स्स्...
गुडुप्प झाले...
उडुप्प झाले
आणि शेवटी उडुपी झाले
उडुपी साले
माजलेले
हुह!
म्हणॆ फक्कड
आहे का रोक्कड?
पसरायचे भोकाड
आणि काय?
भलत्याचा नाद
त्यात ऊल्टा पाय
मग काय?
आज काय अन उद्या काय!
बोम्बाबोम्ब, फाटक्यात पाय!
कालचा गोंधळ बरा होता?
आज घ्या सोटा
आणि ऊद्या लोटा
काय म्हणता अजोबा?
ऊद्या आहात का जिवंत?
का रोजच्यासारखेच मरणार?
आज जगुन घ्या
ऊद्याचं पाहु...
आणि हो... परवा पोहे!
आज शिरा...
ऊद्या वडा...
काला घोडा
उन्हात टेढा
काळ्या, ऊभ्या, आडव्या रेघा
ऊल्टा लेंगा
पाचवे बटण
अर्धा दोरा
काळी सुई
टक्कल पडेल
तर शिवुन मिळेल
आणखी काही?
साबुदाणा उद्या
चहा प्यालात?
पैशे टाका
मोजत बसलात
तर मोजणार कधी?
मोजे घाला
मग मोजा...
नाही नाही, उद्या माझी रजा
ऊगाच डोक्याल त्रास
त्यात श्रावण मास
खेळंच खल्लास
हे काय?
चक्क फस्ट कल्लास?
भगवा पेढा
गडकरी रंगायतन
धन, तन, मन
जंतर मन
जन गण मन
न्यायाधीश महोदय
ऊद्या सुट्टी आहे
कालचा गोंधळ बरा होता
कल हो ना हो
ऊद्या पहा
साडे नऊ वाजता
चित्रहार
सॊरी, रिन चित्रहार!

MOTHER

Where is my mother?
Probably on the hill
Probably down the valley
I see the sun going down
I see my shadow stretching
It is infinity, the sun is lost
Mother runs to me
Holds me tight
My face pressed
Against her breasts
She is looking
To where the sun sank
I become big,
I grow tall
Mother on her knees
Is holding my legs
I lift her up
Up in my arms
I carry her
To put her to bed
She closes her eyes
I soothe them
She has a faint smile
And I drop dead

Celestial Equivalence

Congregations of opinions
Surround an unstable void
Marring its depth
Making it shallow
Enough
For the consequences
To bounce back
Instead of devouring them
And letting them churn in the depth
To emerge with originality.

But the universe is not straight
So they say
And bodies attract & repel
So says Newton
(Why didnt they kill him
Before he was born?
Why did the Apple fall?)
And so we have
Actions & reactions
And reactions which
When considered actions
Generate further reactions
And so on it extends
And also expands
In every possible direction
Is this why they say
The Universe is expanding?

And now let me talk
About the intellectual space
The most intangible
World on Planet Earth
Intellects are bodies
And forces are emotional
And mind is the Sun
Or rather a star
And innumerable stars
Constitute Our World
And generations propose
Newer Theories and present Papers
Eradicating earlier beliefs
Eroding traditions
And followers of the classical
Disregard it
And a conflict arises

It functions so synchronous
To the astronomical space
I wonder whether
Newton had any idea
Of what he was proposing
And if so,
I want to know,
That if everything is
A reaction of one kind,
What was the original action?
And how long would I have to wait
To see the End of the World
With the last reaction
When the Universe reaches its limit,

If any...?