stimulating thought..

If we observe, we realise that ‘energy’ (let it be in any form) has a chain. In fact, it occurs in chain or even cycle. It can not be destroyed. We can just convert it from one form to another.

I think even ‘good act’ forms such chain.

As only energy can create energy, same way only good can create well.

Good done to you motivates you to do some good.

A person, who is shunned and neglected by the society, can never serve others.

In addition, I really think that this may be the main cause behind the outcry that “people are showing apathy towards others and feel indifference”

Nevertheless, I think, that is just because nobody showed sympathy to him or her or may be; they have never seen the sympathy shown to others by any other person also.

The opposite of ‘love’ is not ‘hate’ its apathy, indifference.

The moment, we will start feeling that even we are responsible for those underprivileged, who in spite being part of society, can not access the basic needs of human being..will be the realisation moment.

it is time to start the chain....

कवीता

म्हणूनच म्हटलं "अरे, आतातरी 'खो' दे ।"


भरधाव गाडीने उडवून दील्यावर
वीव्ह्लत होता तीथेच -तसाच
ओलांडला देह त्याचा,
गाडीइतक्याच
वेगाने पळणा-या देहांनी,
माणसांनी नव्हेच....

म्हणूनंच म्हटलं 'खो' दे आता,
डोळे असून आंधळे असलेल्यांना!

बघ,हात बटबटलेत तीचे मातीने
त्याच हाताने वेचतेय शीते
कोँबड्यांना घातलेली
त्यीच्या पोटात जात नाही काही
पण तीच्यामूले पोट भरतंय डासांचं
उघड्या देहावर बसलेली कीटकांची पालं
अरे, दीसतात ना तुला ते
जास्त खाऊन ओकणारे
मग दे 'खो' त्यांनाही

बघ,बघ चुरगळली की तीला
जग हसलं तीलाच
वीचारत फीरले 'रेट'
झालं मेल्याहून मेल्यागत
चुरगळणारे पाय मात्र हींडले
अजून एखादं फूल धुंडाळत
ती मात्र अशुदध राहीली
हजारदा आंघोळ करूनही.
आता दे 'खो' त्यांना
ज्यांनी डोळे वीस्फारून करून दीली
तीला नग्नतेची जाणीव

राब-राब राबतो रे तो रात्रंदिवस
तरीही रोज झुरतो प्रत्येक रात्री
बाळाच्या उपाशी पोटाची ओरड ऐकून
अरे,बघ तूला नाही ऐकू येत?
दे ना 'खो' त्यांना
ज्यांनी राबवंलं त्याला


दे 'खो' ह्याला, त्याला
अगदी मलाही,
नीश्चल बसलेल्या प्रत्येकाला....

break off

चल मग नीघतोयास ना तू?
घे बघू आवरायला !!
बँगेत भर एकेक करून
तूझे वीचार,
तूझं संगीत,
तूझे रंग-कूंचले चीत्र !
तूझं असं 'सगळं'
माझ्या पदरात दडलेलं
अगदी तूझं 'असणं' सूदधा

मग नीरोपाची भेट म्हणून,
काय देणार आहेस मला?
की,आजसुदधा नेहमीसारखं,
मीच मागू स्वत:च्या तोँडाने?
"ए, वीस्म्रुतिंचे वरदान देशील?
नाही, नको म्हणू नकोस ,
कारण तूलाच जमेल ते फक्त!"
परमेश्वरालाही जमणार नाही
कदाचित....

मी सांगू काय देणार तूला,
वचन देणार एक
अनंताला जायची वेळ येइल ना,
तेव्हा मीच जाईन आधी
सारखं मीच काय म्हणून वाट पाहायचं?

i'm not just myself ... HE is in me।

somewhere inside..............

HE reflects himself from my poems, paintings, my whole 'being'...
what if HE just leaves???
will i be the 'same' without him??

NO "MONKEY" BUSINESS........

Once upon a time [ ;) ],

A misanthropic “monkey” was staying in one forest.

One day, one “MAN” came there BY MISTAKE.

Monkey saw him, observed him, kept watching but with distance.

It undeviatingly tried to ABSORB him…

This act’s intensity increased with time, in fact kept increasing enormously.

Now “MAN” was everything for “monkey” with the matter of fact that “MAN” had no notion of monkey’s presence around him.

Time moved with it’s speed in this “play” of monkey.

Now, it was time for monkey to come in front and IT did so, came and stood front of “MAN”

“MAN” did not respond as if he did not see him.

“MONKEY” kept changing angles and poses to catch an attention but nothing changed in the scenario.

“Monkey” ….. It got disturbed, started shouting, jumping, hurling at “MAN”.

….

IT WAS ENOUGH NOW.

“Monkey” could not stand man’s AUDACITY.

IT went in a huff and asked “man”, “is not there anything ABNORMAL in me?”

“MAN” chuckled and replied, “yeah! Actually”

Moreover, he left.

“MAN” left………

He was turning back at “monkey”

“Monkey” now could not SEE “man” him properly

Something ………….

Something was clouding his sight.

May be some teardrops………….

Hmm…

search that never ends.....

Search that never ends, in fact we don't know where does it start. It is nothing but HAPPINESS!

"What will make me happy??" is the most intriguing question of life and confusing too.
but sometimes i feel, what is it?,money?, love?, education?, music?, books?, people? or may be nothing out of these.

Say, if i think it's love then what will make my wish come true is nothing but my "WISH" to make it happen and that is nothing but my WISH to be happy.
same thing for money, music, books.... everything else !!

In fact just "a wish" to be happy will make you happy and you will work towards it. This pure wish will predominate over all your "assumptions" of happiness and will give you pure of it.
so, let's not money,education,people be the form of happiness!! let's have pure.
Just a wish to be happy, get up everyday, stand front of mirror and tell yourself "yeah! i'm happy"

poem...........

When burning in sun,
i'm not able to see you,
as you being a star,
and the sky is so far
but i know ..
There you are ,
shining,
making my smile brighter day by day
i only wish to time be a falcon
move fast
to show you that bond,
which i think,meant to last
that only i wish,
to be confined in your arms,
Without even wishing release
to make my smile,
still more brighter
more and more brighter.......

Oh… justice (?) after 26 years!!

Background
1. In 1982 government had undertaken some of the mills in Mumbai ( poddar, poddar process, Apollo, Jupiter, Kohinoor, tata, digvijay etc. )

2. The national textile corporation had refused to pay the dues.

3. The “ rashtriya mill mazdoor sangh” fought the case on behalf of workers and won it AFTER 26 YEARS.


Fact

1. These dues were ranging from “some two digit number-some three digit numbers”!

2. Even the maximum amount is too low to spend for one week’s meal also!

3. “Bonus paid” as it was written on the slips of some of the workers but the matter of fact is, according to those workers, that they never received any “bonus” in these years.


Some persecuting questions
1. How this small amount is going to help, today?
2. Is that money going to extricate them from suffers of last 26 years?
3. How one of the big cities, in the biggest democracy of the world, has people waiting for their own money (that also such a small amount) for long period? (Some may not be alive also now!)
4. Lastly, how this unfortunate incompetence of us (you, me, government, everyone) can be celebrated as JUSTICE?????

माझी कविता

स्फोट होतात,
माणसं मरतात

पुन्हा जोमाने उठण्याच्या चर्चाही होतात

ज्या घरांवर संकटं येतात,

ती मात्र आपापल्या जागी स्तब्ध राहतात
,
कायमची........

,त्या घरांना नसते कल्पना दोन मिनिट स्तब्धतेची.
.
श्रदधांजलिची

कारण ती इतकी कोलमडून पडतात

जशी स्तब्ध झालीत चिरंतन

'bounce up'होण्याच्या बाता मारणारे
जिवन्त अगदि जराही न खरचटलेले

पण घरातला कर्ता गमावल्यावर

पदर खोचणारी ती.........
.
कदाचित काही बोललिही नसेल....

पण ती नक्किच 'bounce'झालि आहे ,
,
,..ती आणि तिचि चिमुरडिही...........