July 2009


10 things I Hate.

When someone does not listen to what I have to say
When someone refuses to pick up the call and/or cuts my call
When someone does not answer to simple question like ‘Who’s that?’
When someone is keeping shut without telling reason
When someone at home keeps his/her mobile in the out of range area
When someone is being too slow and pathetic
When someone is playing music in slow volume continuously for an hour or so 
When someone I don’t know and don’t like tries to be very nice or mean
When someone cuts me and puts me on hold for indefinite time
When someone makes me feel I am dumb bird

5 things that irritates

When my machine stuck up and it does not move
When I meet someone as freak as me
When I have to smile when I don’t want to.
When people use sharp words to tell simple things
When I have to reach somewhere in time and I am late and I don’t have a proper reason why am I late

 

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End of war

Last battle before the end of war
and you wonder what you fought for

You have slain many
whom you thought your enemy.
you see their faces in dreams
and wake up with your own screams
But you think, you did your best
Now, you need some rest.
peace doesn’t come to you
you crave for it, and it dodges you.

Last battle before the end of war
and you wonder what you fought for…

eyes were closed, only ears were open
no thoughts, only orders were taken
mindless people, mind less tasks
no answers given, no questions were asked.
as this ends, you need to change everything
clink of medal, will bring nothing

Last battle before the end of war
and you wonder what you fought for…

you want to get back to the lane,
you used to live in…
heaps of debris wont let you in.
memories are vague and lost in time
and you don’t know from where to begin
in a new world, new time, you feel like reborn
and you have left very little to hope for

Last battle before the end of war
and you wonder what you fought for…

पिल्लु भिजत भिजत office ला पोहोचला, त्याला मशिन on होई पर्यंत दम नव्हता.
त्याने मोनाला बाजुला सरकवुन तिच्या मशिनवर notepad उघडले आणि सुरु झाला..
मोना :  हे काय?
पिल्लु : गाडीवर सुचलं [वळून स्वत:च्या मशीनचे start बटन दाबत…]

Delay(30000ms)
मोजुन तीन ओळी लिहल्या आसतील…

मोना : झालं चालु…
पिल्लु :  [पासवर्ड टाकत…] आरे माझं विसरून जाईल…

Delay(60000ms)
मोजुन एक ओळी लिहली आसेल… जरा विसराविसरी झाल्याने

मोना : झाला तुझा PC चालु…
पिल्लु : disturb नको करू राव… तु माझ्या सहित्य साधनेत व्यत्यय आणत आहेस
मोना : आणि तु माझ्या debug साधनेत साहित्याचा पाऊस पाडत आहेस!
 :०)

Eloquently [हे कवितेचे नाव आहे.]

Someday I want to become you
to sit in front of me
and see myself from your point of view
I don’t know what you are thinking now
I just want to know it somehow
I never know what comes next
when you raise your brow
and sit across the desk
I trust my intuitions for that
They tell me something has gone wrong
I need to know what is that
beginning of downfall
or just another game of cat and rat
If this has to end
lets get straight and cut the cord
to break a brittle thing is not so hard
stretching it, will bring the pain
Let this old chapter end.

सध्याला काय झालाय कळायला मार्ग नाही, पण रतिब घातल्या सारख्या रडक्या कविता ओळीने सुचतायत…
कुणाला वाटेल… काय तर झालाय वाटतं…
पण तसं काय नाही हो.. पिल्लुला ही एक सवय आहे… आणि ती मधुन मधुन उसळी मारते!
मुळात त्याला कुठल्याही कथेचा protagonist ही जरा pessimist आसलेला बरा वाटतो… अश्या pessimistic प्राण्याकडुन काय आपेक्षा तर बाळगणार…
‘Trailed away’ [हे कवितेचं नाव आहे. मला नेहमी प्रश्न पडतो, आता हिला काय नाव द्यावं? जे आलं मनात ते दिलं आहे.]

‘Trailed away’ [जुने नाव!]

’No more tears’ [नवीन नाव]

when you walk in the rain, alone,
you walk alone for a long
all you think about is
what went wrong
everything you did,
you did it to save,
in the end all is in vain
and you don’t know why…
you felt strongly
i don’t want to cry…

and you stop thinking again,
irritated and in pain
tear rolled on your cheek
with back of your hand, you wiped.
you feel,
you failed all over again,
and you don’t know why…
you felt strongly
i don’t want to cry…

one thought after another,
you stumbled on memories for a while
and then you realized
it was just not meant to be
and you blew up your best on it
pieces of your beautiful dream
makes you shiver and stream
and you don’t know why…
you felt strongly
i don’t want to cry…

you sat on bench, rusted and wet
you don’t fear shadows, anymore
lightening doesn’t scare.
you are drenched to the core,
inside out…
and you don’t know why…
you felt strongly
i don’t want to cry…

इथंपर्यंत वाचली आसेल तर…. नाव सुचलं आसेल काही तर…. all suggestions are welcome.