Sunday, June 13, 2010

शब्दांजली

होडीत मी एकटाच आहे.....


अन शांत ही आहे....


आजुबाजूचा तमाशा डोळे भरून पहातोय


अन त्या अथांग समुद्रात लाटांसवे नाचतोय.






कानांशी किंचाळतोय तो मस्तवाल समीर


अन डोळे पहात आहेत लाटांचे लाटांशीच समर.


विचार आला....मज काय उपयोग या इंद्रियांचा ?


जसा जलास हवेचा अथवा वृद्धांस स्वप्नांचा.






ज्या कानांस लाविला शब्दांचा लळा


त्याच कानांत बैसलाय आवाजाचा दडा.


ओठ ज्याचा जन्म अन कर्ण ज्याचे थडगं


त्या आवाजाच्या दुनियेत काय विशेष अन काय वाउगं .






हो ! आवाजच तो नव्हे तो शब्द .


जया पायी हात जोडून द्वैत अद्वैत स्तब्ध .


शब्द हाच परिचय हृदयास हृदयाचा


जसा नवजात अर्भक स्त्री च्या मातृत्वाचा .






विहीरीत फेकलेला दगड कधीच तरंगत नसतो


अन हृदयी जन्मला शब्द कधीच विरघळत नसतो.


शब्द म्हणजे ओठांवर जिभेचा आघात


जणु स्वैर कुंजरावर माहुताची मात.






सागरात ’श’कार अन नभात ॐकार


अवनी वरती शब्द रुपी भगवंत साकार.


वायूत ’उ’कार अन अग्नीत ’चित’कार


जन्मणार्या प्रति क्षणाचा शब्द हाच शिल्पकार .






अंतरीचा शब्द शोधीता मिटले ते लोचन


अन मग शब्दास पुरविले भाषेचे व्यंजन.


संसाराच्या अवघड गुंत्यास अखेर देऊनी तिलांजली


आज विचारांनी भाषेस वाहिली खास शब्दांचीही शब्दांजली.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

My Salvation ....

Inspired from a poem by my friend Sajan ....

Once, I had taken up a fight .
There was the "me" against the rest of world.
Injured and weary, I plod my way
on the chariot of unabated will power.
But, my will never ruled my fate;
And neither my destiny to me succumb;
For the very wheels were chopped off
by the vicious arrows of power.


And there I lay in complete disgust
allowing my temper the proverb to devour.
For where lay my will there wasn't a way ;
And about this world I had nothing to say.


As I lay there facing the starry sky.
Thought I......
What would I see the day I sleep.
Would it be a white blank page?
On which is carved the signature of my Fate
with an ink as white and ghastly
as would be the decoction of sorrow.
T'is the only one......
which maketh man leave his own shadow.
Or would the Almighty care write a word or two?


Me thinkst it not right.....
To desire this from the only one.
T'was he who helped me
empty my cup of sorrow.
He himself had half of it ;
And the other half was left for the morrow.


And then it struck me like a lightning ;
The knowledge of the very path
I was to tread.......
Where only Almighty would dare
become my very own shadow.
The path where love carried the sceptre
and death, the bowl of copper.
For I was the chosen one
to drink the poison and reject the elixir.
To take on the arrows of Fate
with a warm and placid smile,
would be my life's salvation.

                                       ----- Saurabh

Lines wriiten on my 24th Birthday!!

I have written a poem on my birthday  November the 7th, 2009....See if you like it :)




Today, as I sit sipping a cup of tea,

thinking about my past, present and future to be;

Better, I think, is the day today

to set my heart loose and mind astray.



I was born this day in the month of November;

And I have years gross twenty plus four, to remember.

Born with a tongue so sweet and noble a heart;

And a scorpion sting ofcourse, for my foes to thwart.



T'was today that the journey began;

The metamorphosis of an inchoate lump to a complete man.

I have observed the virtue and studied the vice;

With the Almighty as the sorcerer and I his apprentice.



A strong believer in action, dreaming was my profession.

To harmonize the two could only mean a fight against procrastination.

For whatever I've got, I have always fought.

even against destiny for the dearest to be sought.



And now, reclining on this cosy chair,

with a sense of hardearned lassitude, I dare

the lions: destiny and future to tame;

And I will be the shikari and my foes, my game.



For t'is only friendship that I abide with and serve.

And if anybody stupid enough has got that nerve,

to befriend enemity and become a perfidious foe,

he would be selling his joys for a disastrous woe.



For, if ever, one ties me into a knot of love and friendship,

this scorpio promises infinite care and companionship.

But if ever against me is taken, the path of animosity;

I would just say "Dude, May God bless thee!!"

------Saurabh