Sunday, August 2, 2009
mere words
I searched among the card displays,
To see if I could find,
A little something that would say
Just what was on my mind.
However there was not a one,
That captured it just right,
For no one else can understand
Just what I'd like to write.
I even find it difficult
To try to write it down,
For how do I portray to you,
The love that I have known?
I close my eyes and what I see,
Is someone I adore;
A person who is beautiful,
Right down into their soul.
Mere words cannot describe
The many qualities you show,
The love and caring nature that
You share with those who know.
Your kind and gentle temperament,
Your sweet angelic smile,
Your softly spoken sentiments,
That reach across the miles.
Your smile and laugh that sparkle with
The softness of your sighs,
The way your face lights up a room ...
That twinkle in your eye.
The loving gestures through the years,
That quickly come to mind,
For always you've a gentle word
To calm and soothe I find.
I struggle and I search to try
To find some words anew ...
And yet I cannot capture
All the things that make you you.
I shall therefore, be satisfied
That you must simply know,
Just how I feel about you,
For with words I cannot show.
.(courtesy-kit mc CAllum)
.(dedicaed 2 my frnds)
myfrnds have a special place
deep into my heart .
even wen we cant talk
or wen we r apart
Saturday, August 1, 2009
a soul stirring poem
"अग्गोबाई-ढग्गोबाई" या अल्बममधल्या "दूर देशी गेला बाबा" या स्वतःच्याच गाण्याला उत्तर म्हणून वडीलांच्या भूमिकेतून "दमलेल्या बापाची ही कहाणी तुला" हे गाणं संदीपनी नुकतंच लिहीलेलं आहे. "आयुष्यावर बोलू काही" च्या ५०० व्या भागात संदीप-सलीलनी हे गाणं पहिल्यांदा सादर केलं
:
(सलीलचा आवाज) पद्य:
कोमेजून निजलेली एक परी राणी
उतरले तोंड,डोळा सुकलेले पाणी
रोजचेच आहे सारे काही आज नाही
माफी कशी मागू पोरी मला तोंड नाही
झोपेतच घेतो तुला आज मी कुशीत
निजेतच तरी पण येशील खुशीत
सांगायाचे आहे माझ्या सानुल्या फुला
दमलेल्या बापाची ही कहाणी तुला....
ना ना ना ना ना.. ना ना ना ना ना....
आटपाट नगरात गर्दी होती भारी
घामाघूम राजा तरी लोकलची वारी
रोज सकाळीच राजा निघताना बोले
गोष्ट सांगायाचे काल राहूनिया गेले
जमलेच नाही काल येणे मला जरी
आज परि येणार मी वेळेतच घरी
स्वप्नातल्या गावामध्ये मारू बघ खेळी
खर्याखुर्या परीसाठी गोष्टीतली परी
मांडीन मी थकलेल्या हातांचा झुला
दमलेल्या बापाची ही कहाणी तुला....
ना ना ना ना ना.. ना ना ना ना ना....
(संदीपचा आवाज) गद्य:
ऑफिसात उशीरा मी असतो बसून
भंडावले डोके गेले कामात बुडून
तास-तास जातो खाल मानेने निघून
एक-एक दिवा जातो हळूच विझून
अशा वेळी काय सांगू काय-काय वाटे
आठवासोबत पाणी डोळ्यांतून दाटे
वाटते की उठूनिया तुझ्या पास यावे
तुझ्यासाठी मी पुन्हा लहानगे व्हावे
उगाचच रूसावे नि भांडावे तुझ्याशी
चिमुकले खेळ काही मांडावे तुझ्याशी
(सलीलचा आवाज) पद्य:
उधळत खिदळत बोलशील काही
बघताना भान मला उरणार नाही
हसूनिया उगाचच ओरडेल काही
दुरूनच आपल्याला बघणारी आई
तरीसुद्धा दोघेजण दंगा मांडू असा
क्षणा-क्षणावर ठेवू खोडकर ठसा
सांगायाची आहे माझ्या सानुल्या फुला
दमलेल्या बापाची ही कहाणी तुला....
ना ना ना ना ना.. ना ना ना ना ना
(संदीपचा आवाज) गद्य:
दमल्या पायाने जेव्हा येईल जांभई
मऊ-मऊ दूध भात भरवेल आई
गोष्ट ऐकायला मग येशील ना अशी
सावरीच्या उशीहून मऊ माझी कुशी
(सलीलचा आवाज) पद्य:
कुशी माझी सांगताहे ऐक बाळा काही
सदोदित जरी का मी तुझ्या पास नाही
जेवू खाऊ नाहू माखू घालतो ना तुला
आईपरी वेणी फणी करतो ना तुला
तुझ्यासाठी आईपरी बाबासुद्धा खुळा
तोही कधी गुपचूप रडतो रे बाळा
सांगायाची आहे माझ्या सानुल्या फुला
दमलेल्या बापाची या कहाणी तुला....
ना ना ना ना ना.. ना ना ना ना ना....
(संदीपचा आवाज) गद्य:
बोळक्यामध्ये लुकलुकलेला तुझा पहिला दात
आणि पहिल्यांदाच घेतलास जेव्हा तोंडी मऊ भात
आई म्हणण्याआधीसुद्धा म्हणली होतीस बाबा
रांगत रांगत घेतलास जेव्हा घराचा तू ताबा
लुटू-लुटू उभं रहात टाकलंस पाऊल पहिलं
दूरचं पहात राहिलो फक्त,जवळ पहायचंच राहिलं
(सलीलचा आवाज) पद्य:
असा गेलो आहे बाळा पुरा अडकून
हल्ली तुला झोपेतच पहातो दुरून
असा कसा बाबा देव लेकराला देतो
लवकर जातो आणि उशीरानं येतो
बालपण गेले तुझे-तुझे निसटून
उरे काय तुझ्या-माझ्या ओंजळीमधून
जरी येते ओठी तुझ्या माझ्यासाठी हसे
नजरेत तुझ्या काही अनोळखी दिसे
तुझ्या जगातून बाबा हरवेल का गं
मोठेपणी बाबा तुला आठवेल का गं
सासुराला जाता-जाता उंबरठ्यामध्ये
बाबासाठी येईल का पाणी डोळ्यामध्ये
ना ना ना ना ना.. ना ना ना ना ना...
--- संदीप खरे.
Monday, July 27, 2009
* * The School of life * *
the journey of life starts on the train
like a river flowing thru mountains and terrain
long it goes taking turns new
but as we proceed further
there is plenty to view
open your heart
hear the sonnet sung
listen the music of life
for a new day has come
come in the rain
feel every drop pour
cry unnoticed
and if u want ...some more
shed ur ters in rain
to be un seen
and rain and tears together
may bring calm to earth beneath
one's sorrow cant be another's joy
but to reduce the pain
mother nature has sent the rain
precious moments
wont come again
its amazing even if alone
to drink coffee in rain
look out in sky
the birds fly again
and colours of rainbow
appear after heavy rain
after every night
there is a bright sunny day
flowers dancing in grass
playing with the wind and hay
goats and cows
come to graze
but most happy is the shepperd
for sun shines again
in the school of life
nature is the teacher
giving lessons in hints and signs
but wen we look around us
its like heaven in disguise !!
dedicated to my mom
who taught me the love of plants
nature .. and ...
well there are lots of things !!
Monday, June 22, 2009
journey to someone's heart
waiting for someone is not an easier task
"why are u so quiet" someons asks
its nothing is a prompt reply
but joy/sorrow... memories supply
looking back in past
is not always easier task
for some memories are happy
and some have pain very vast
tears flow wen in sorrow
but seeing our loved ones cry
is pain you cant share nor borrow .
the thought of leaving them
is very scary
but living without them
is unbearable
the importance of someone special
is understood .. not wen he is near ,
.
.
but wen they are away
and we can do nothing .
Sunday, April 12, 2009
she is comming around again
i've been thinkin ...
about.. so many nights ,
and darkness fades ..
as i dream of ..so many lights
ooh yeah ..
i saw the look in her eyes
that will ease any pain
and lips that smile
and bring joy again
she's the one who rose me
i wont fall again
and wen i need her most
my heart runs to her again ..
oh o 00
like every mornig sun shines to me
and stars bright will sing to me
wen i pray god talks to me
with a smile
he said he sent her to me
he sent her to me
coz he wants me to be
wat i wanna be
wen she is wid me
days are long wen we r together
and time passes rather slower
cant talk enough wanna say more to her
and i want to be wid her for ever
answer to prayer thus remain
she is a gift to me and will remain
dont wanna loose her
to cant find again
and wen i am lookin for her
she's coming around again
not knowin since.. wen
every hour / day , again -n - again
my heart think about her
every now and then
she is commin
my thoughts play again
and in my thoughts
she is comming around again
nothing to loose
every thing to gain
i will tell her my heart
wen we meet agin
cant wait now
less time remain
wanna thank her coz
she eased my pain
i wanna share my life
and her's i'll remain
cant wait to meet her
as time remains
and as i wait fer her
like she waits 4 me
in my thoughts
she is comming around again
Sunday, March 29, 2009
new start will start again
imagine ...
hot summer but uncold night
and warm bed ...and shining lights
wen in dark lights turned low
but sleep hardly touches eyelids below
even in dark ... staying aware ,
aware of mosquitoes ..lookin here and there .
studies wen done seem very rare
but boreness stacks up layer by layer
tension seems to be lookin lika a slayer
the days we talk are wen xams r near
the upsurge of emotions ,
heart beats high
but plenty of companions
hangin by
speak the words of kindness
as they may
but every one feels the same way
even if u dont say !
they study at nights and sleep during day
scarpin thu papers results come wat may
popstopned papers finally arrive
and a new day has come ...did we get surprised ?
some wanna score
some wanna pass
but all in union say
papers finished alas !
and after war seems a month
examinations well end
and frnds go outta city
like a lion returning to his den
very few people realise
that we miss them in summer
but missing coll in vacations
is a blessing in disguise
at home...how hard they work someone asks
and seriously thet say
-climbing an everest would be easier task
with a few changes this goes on again
but hopes remain
that
new start will start again
hot summer but uncold night
and warm bed ...and shining lights
wen in dark lights turned low
but sleep hardly touches eyelids below
even in dark ... staying aware ,
aware of mosquitoes ..lookin here and there .
studies wen done seem very rare
but boreness stacks up layer by layer
tension seems to be lookin lika a slayer
the days we talk are wen xams r near
the upsurge of emotions ,
heart beats high
but plenty of companions
hangin by
speak the words of kindness
as they may
but every one feels the same way
even if u dont say !
they study at nights and sleep during day
scarpin thu papers results come wat may
popstopned papers finally arrive
and a new day has come ...did we get surprised ?
some wanna score
some wanna pass
but all in union say
papers finished alas !
and after war seems a month
examinations well end
and frnds go outta city
like a lion returning to his den
very few people realise
that we miss them in summer
but missing coll in vacations
is a blessing in disguise
at home...how hard they work someone asks
and seriously thet say
-climbing an everest would be easier task
with a few changes this goes on again
but hopes remain
that
new start will start again
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
once upon a time not so long ago ...
there wre 2 frnds
Little Mickie was with his best friend, Chickie. It was evening time and instead of playing cricket outside they were in his room playing Scotland Yard (a detective board game).
“Hey,” Mickie said, “yesterday I saw my dad shouting at grandpa.”
“Really? Your grandpa means your dad’s dad, right?
“Ya.”
“God! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shout at my dad.”
“Same here. I couldn’t believe it.”
They continued with their game.
Outside the room Mickie’s dad, sitting idly on the couch, happened to overhear the conversation. As a child even he used to shudder in front of his dad. Perhaps more than his own son did in front of him.
Looking out pensively at the evening Sun, through the window, he realized: nobody dares to eye a noon Sun. But when the Sun is half into the lap of horizon…...
every one admires its beauty ..
soon memories from past floated in his eyes and he lost the track of time
right since his first day at school , his father had always been there for him..
watchin him from distance .. loving and caring .. but always taking a stand and being strict .. for his own good
today as he looks back in past .. his preasent is full of comforts and luxury .
a house , wife , kids .. and handsome salary
something which his father didnt have at his time ..
and as he thought of these things ,
he perfectly understood that
life is a more strict teacher which takes test first and then teaches a lesson
a child through his questions and innoscence ,.. teaches a lot of things to grown ups
and so
a child is a father of man
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
friendship
friendship
is not like flower
giving smell only for an hour
it is not like moon
fading in day light wit a gloom
its not like sun
heating things that cant be undone
its not like shadow
chasing u like an arrow
but it is like tear
alike in our joy and sorrow
it should be like candle light
frnd we get as a gift of almight
dedicated to all my friends
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