Tuesday, April 28, 2009

स्वल्पविराम

ठेउन ओळ गेली माझ्या वहीत ती 
झाला उशीर थोडा वाचायला मला || 
उशीराच पाहीला तो पानाचा दुमडलेला कोपरा  
अजुनही त्या पानाला मात्र, मोगरयाचा गंध होता || 
अंधुक होती काही अक्षरे, शाई पुसटशी होती  
इथेच बहुदा तिच्या डोळ्यातला, मोती ओघळला होता || 
वाटले मिळाली सर्व उत्तरे, क्षणाचा होता भ्रम तोही  
कारण प्रत्येक उत्तरामागे, एक नवा प्रश्न होता || 
वाट वेगळी झाली तरीही कुठेतरी भेटू आपण  
दुनिया गोल आहे, इतकातरी शास्त्रावर विश्वास होता || 
शेवटी पुन्हा तेच सारं, अखंड प्रवास असीम शांतता  
कधी न संपणार्या कवितेचा, हा फक्त स्वल्पविराम होता ||

Thanks Mandar for writing the first two lines of this poem.

Monday, April 06, 2009

Truth - as I see it

You know what the greatest truth of life is? 
it's this: that life is unpredictable and that is where it's beauty lies. If you knew how everything is going to be, there would be no fun left. 
Some questions have to be unanswered, some conquests incomplete and some mistakes to turn back and laugh at...some wounds to count at the end...the last moment when you find the final answer :-)
Not before and never after.....that's the joy called life.

Dream (?)

I saw it last night. Not sure if it was a dream. I was running. There were woods around, and it was dark. 

Dense woods that gave away no clue of what was coming next. There were people around me. I could see their 

faces but not make out who they were. There was a feeling I knew them and they knew me. But there was no 

cognizance. Everyone was seemingly unstoppable. All were being driven by an unknown force. I, too, was 

running at a mind numbing pace. Peering in the dark for clues of what lies ahead. I am sure so was everyone 

else.  There was just a cool, dark night ahead. A moonless sky staring down at us, challenging us to leave its 

domain and break free. I remember the hope I felt. A promise that the horizon had something we all wanted. 

It was running farter from us. Every step I knew someone around me was falling, his place taken by a new 

person. My legs hurt, throat was dry. I knew it was the case with everyone. Still no one wanted to stop. I tried 

to talk. To scream, to cry just to know if I was still human! My cries were muffled by the noise of the 

footsteps. I wanted to stop, yes I did. But an unknown force kept me going. Like it would be a sin to stop. A 

felony or blasphemy to wait while others go ahead. I heard a strange sound. From the depths of the woods, 

the sound emerged, coaxing, guiding even forcing us on. The pace quickened, like the night was a slack period 

and the real work was about to being. I wasn't sure if it was a dream. The drain of energy, the sweat and the fear all seemed so real. Maybe it was real!! All hope was lost. All knowledge of smell, taste, color, happiness, relationships was gone. All that was left were thumping feet, pounding chests and faceless people with nameless desire to reach somewhere. 
I tried to muster my courage and talk to the closest person. 

Who are you?
..... 
Why are we running?
we have to
where are we going?
ahead
to what end?
.....

suddenly, as though an unknown whip was cast on all of us, we jumped and started going faster. I felt the chill deep inside, something was rising inside me. The noise was getting sharper, clearer, louder...and like the escaping of a silent scream, I was thrown from the darkness, dizzy and confused towards the noise. 

I woke with a start at the noise. It was the morning alarm....