MRUGAJAL....

Khoop palatay mann,
Je nahich ahe tyachya mage,
Khotya swapnanchya mage,
eka mrugajala chyach mage,

lambun vatata ki panich ahe ,ani javal jatach phajiti hote,
mag hoto prachanda trass, tahan kadhi hi bhagel ka?
pan thodyach velat navin pani doorvar disata,
mag te tyachyach mage dhavalyala lagata,
parat navyane, navin jomane, navin spuratine,
pan pudhe jatach tech yeta haatashi … ek mrugajal paratahi,

tari pan mann thambatach nahi,
tyachi tahan bhagatach nahi,
punhna tich chuk satat karat rahata,
panyachya shodhat dahi disha bhatakat rahata,
kadhitari pani haatala lage, hich aasha javal balagata,
khoop mrugajal asaletari, pani milel nakkich.

pan dhavata dhavata, dam lagto,
ekada haluch kadhi vichar yeto,
tahana nakki kashachi ahe ?
panyachi ka nustich palanyachi ?
pan ha prashna sudhdha nakki sutel,
panyachi tahan nakki lavakarach bhagel.

The quest ! my first poem.....

The quest!

The quest to find what you like,
The struggle to find for what, you want to fight,
The endless search of the troubled eyes,
The run behind the unknown and… the time flies!

The clashes of your dreams and realities,
The endless arrays of questions and the painful mockeries,
Portraying yourself bold and hiding away your fright,
A big hollow, deep inside,
Pulling you further away from your own site!

Trapped inside a maize, several paths to choose ,
But can’t see the one that you do not want to lose,
Further away it is there…
Or is it just a lie?
Over looking it and stopping yourself to even try!

Gazing away at the sunsets and awaiting the sunrise,
The depth of the silence seems to surprise,
Out towards the sky you want to fly,
But the wings are absent,
How can you fly?

The talks of the town, the praising s and showers,
Shrink you down as above you they tower,
Becoming responsibilities and burdens,
That you want to slay them down,
And feel weightless once again and
Just glide around.

- Prarthana Joshi.