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...?

Run Like Hell

Run Run Run
To the end of the world

Run into the flames
To get burned

Run into the blades
And get cut

Run to yourself
And far away... From the indulging self

Run into mama's womb
Dive into the blood

Run into the space
And don't worry for any place... Which you might not get here

Run for your life
And land in the netherworld
Run for your death
And end with a birth

Run for the sake of self
And be a selfish thorn
Run for the sake of anon
And win accolade for a marathon

Run until no one can catch you
Run until they realise you are too far
Run until you realise you are alone
Run until you know you are no more running

Run for the run
Never to stop the run
Run to be never stopped
Run to be never overrun

Run to be there first
Run ahead before the second and third reach there
They make a crowd... Run away from the crowd

Either run or be loud
Loud enough to get noticed
And run away from the notice
They may throw you out
Run before you are out

And get out in the open sky
Under the earth, Over the sky
And run and run and run until you fly
Under the earth, Over the sky!

Water(2007)...An empty Bubble! My review of the film

An awaited fireball
Falls through the sky
I rush to catch it
Before the flame could die

I had been told
By the Gods who knew
That the dawn was coming
For the sky beheld skew

The hue was set
Apt for the arrival
Since it had went through much
Struggling for survival

The moment had come
And it was time to rise
If it did not hold your breath
You won’t be enough wise

For it had all the red
That the eye possibly sees
It seemed a firm pressed shirt
Without a crease

I couldn’t resist
I couldn’t hold
I begin to dig in
Me, being the strong and bold

I went on digging
And am still not sure
Whether I am at the crust
Or I have found the core

I find myself hanging
In an empty fireball
Is this what they think
Is dark, handsome and tall?

You... the Uncertain!

Possibly this could be another fate of mine
Directed towards certainty

I keep on walking in a desert
Against the blowing wind
Sand in my hair, Sand in my eyes
Paralysing my sight
Sand-studded, me glowing bright!

I wake up one morning
To find myself on a bed
Surrounded by depths of space
Infinitely deep...
I hang myself beneath the bed
Contemplating... whether I should let go

I sit still at the base of a pond
Silence humming in my ear-drums
And I breathe - Water
Choking my nose, Choking my throat!
Life calls... And I budge to swim
Only to realise I am a statue
Already dead...waiting to dissolve.

I fuel the fire of my desires
With you...
And when I find it extinguishing
I step right into the pier
To burn with the wound of your absence.

I dig into the earth
A space enough to bury me
I lie in there... staring up
Waiting for you to cover me with soil
Expecting to be suffocated
Under the auspicious cover of your hands.
But you refuse again
And I continue to lie...

Possibly this could be another fate of mine
Directed through all the elments
Towards you
Directed through certainty
Towards the uncertain...

A Wandering Soul

A wandering soul
Often misleaded
In the fury of its anonymous passions
Or should I say impatience?
Digresses
Into an inflaming world
Itching its heart -
A place where it fails to reach
Once drifted...

Its hard to take controlof the uncontrollable
In a situation
Forced by destiny
Which for him
Is a blinking disbelief

Yet it believes
That their would be a day
When the sun would rise for him
But he fears
If its the west
Where he is facing

With emotion in its eyes
And belief in the unreal
And unexpected future
It forgets about the east
Conveniently

And extends its hands
Backwards
To sense the known and non-existent
Hand of love
Invain...

Exhausted it sits down
Head between knees
Losing it all

It is then that love emerges
From within
Surounds it
And rotates
The Earth...
The rising sun
Cuts through the haze
And the soul is caught
In a gaze
It has long forgotten...

Its hands
Stretch to catch it
When it senses
The engulfment
Of its self
In the solar energy of an emotion called - LOVE

The wandering soul
Then disintegrates
In a single fragment
And drops down
On the palm of the ever expected
To seek Eternal Solace