Emotions...

Tujhyat jeev rangala Tujhyat ananda shodhla Ekach ranga baghitla Ani kshan gondhalala Dehat maan wegla Manat roop wegla Roopat vishwa wegla Ata me shodhnar.. Kay ya manachi naati Kiti olakhli preeti Kiti visarli neeti Ya manuskichi.. Ya rangaat ranga udhalale Ya naatyat kshan visarle Ya kshanat maan rangale Kahi anubhavache.. Goad ashya kshani Ka bhiti mani Ha gongat kiti Ya rahdaricha.. Weglyach jagi rangta man Weglyach jagi palta ranran Hich ek bhunbhun Tula shodhnya.. Kon tu.. Kasa tu.. Kuthe tu.. Ka tu...???

Feelings.. I doubt I can judge mine, They change just like the taste of every new sip of a wine... A slight indifference and a little arrogance in attitude, I slog here daily for a month's dime... I realized I slipped into my own cocoon, With a blot of knowledge for some boon.. Got myself lost in some goons, Why am I so sure I'm gonna leave this soon?? A place of fake morality, Robots faking humanity, In a desperate need of inspiration, I count my days in fraction.. Deprived of choice, With eyes moist, I remind myself not to permit a demise... Abused emotion, Loaded with expectation, A lack of inspiration, To move out.. I toss here the time, To while away and make a rhyme, I call it a crime, As I lose the knack to make it fine.. Travelling back home I am reduced to a lump of foam, Absorbed and saturated, Wondering how to get motivated.. Faces around - too happy to be true, Their ears blocked

I could not decipher the subtle... Emotions spilled everywhere through the bottle... I was high in the gutters... Time running through the middle of my fingers… I was walking through the rain Just being insane... Clothes wet and clinging on to my nave The water kept draining through my hair... A gross thought kept clinging on to me, of wanting to be a slave A slut savaged to grave I hated yet loved to find myself alone No place to hide... A desperate soul... Wanting to be satisfied... Heaven ran out But the Hell came calling… A sight of a handsome figure So electrifying... A face so familiar Yet unknown I pondered to think if this, I had known Straight cut jaw lines Thin lips... His eyes narrowing He stood facing me while it was dawning A suave animal I wanted to grin, but I was frowning A dark slender silhouette so crude I thought of playing rude One touch would torture the hell out of me... But still I let the time flee Arms cut out to perfection I tried to move out of his attention

A longing...For someone to hold her hand tight With no worries no fright She wishes to cross the limits see beyond horizon what lies... No she wont so easy commit Yet to find her summit... With her head held high she searches- For an arm to hold A soul to mould A shoulder to rest Herself to nest A hug to cry a flower to sigh... No she dont need a reason to love She aint that rough Dont need a season to kiss she's fine with a peck, u got it miss Dont need flowers to bring a smile she's fine to walk a mile... Boy you may think for a while... That mine aint new for the hit find yourself a better fit.. yeah she knows the pain It aint in vain That soul is very much alive But still a bit naive... O boy what you staring at She aint a dying rat Hell with your assumptions That are beyond redemptions... Respect if you may She's a tough neigh A woman looking for a tough horse for hay...

A boulder hit me I fell, first on knee A condition so deteriorating I waited, for help must be coming The fog grew I tried to gaze through The silk on me rustled I looked around puzzled.. Paranoid in the darkness I anxiously waited for help to come and grace An hour later I moved, only to discover My limbs felt lifeless My scream voiceless I felt the world around me come to an end If just something I could mend Why does everything look so abrupt Is this apt???... A breeze cold and warm passed by I felt i was swimming in the sky Lost in the darkness of the day I mumbled to say- "Not here to stay" In unrest as I lay... And then I heard a radio being tuned Morning had come soon To rescue me...from the dream i almost drowned...

aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena ya andharya ratri aj mala ratra disena vaat vahe pudhe pudhe pan marga kahi sapdena aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena halkech koni ishara dyawa swapnana nava ranga dyawa asa bhaas hoina aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena kiti ashya weli laplya mani ghadla khp kahi pan bolale konich nahi tya ratri waat thambli pan maan thambena aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena maitrichi ek waat disawi ya andharat koni saath dyawi garaz asta konich yeina aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena aat kuthetari dheer milawa mani vaat swatahun milawi ashi- pudhe baghta dise lakkha prakash maage pahata dise chandra nabhat! he samjawaya mani kalena aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena...!!!

I know not when it started I dont know if it shows But I know I'm terribly scared And that’s how my feelings go... I wish I could see into you Just to know if you feel it too Just to know if I grow close Would you welcome me with open doors??... I need to know if I can hold you near To show my wounds and shed a tear I need your trust and loving care I need to know would you be there?? Would you accept me 'inspite' of me?? Open wide your arms and welcome me?? Would you stand beside and support me?? Tell me dear, would you be there for me???..

To begin It had never begun.. To end It never started.. Dilemma Went through it Fate Not meant for it.. In YOU believed too much Lost a heart, a breath a touch.. Freak reasons Entangled in emotions Chose a path Never to turn back.. Love stroked hard.. But still I’m glad.. Looked for Knives.. Found some Forks.. Happy to realise.. Was just cutting a toast.. Things seem to be falling in place.. Just wish to clean YOU off from me under my skin my face....

Each time I cross a milestone I try n recall every place the sun shone The one that moon lit The one on which the stars glittered The breeze with which came the sand, the dust and my eyelids flickered... The time in tiny frocks- fun n frolic The swing, the see-saw, the puppy-lick That stupid running behind cows Soiling hands in the dung How furiously we would be whisked by mum... A faint memory of a dad's joyful lift Pulling his whiskers- a naughty kid. A wishful thought To my mind I brought- ...Nothing looks the same anymore! A little hesitation To ask for direction In this town that no more looks the same Everything has been smitten by fame D cattle no more visit our lanes They graze in the graveyards Instead of meadows green in rain I sit here admire... Lame...