IDEALISTIC JAIL

An idealistic approach to design a jail... written with help of a friend's research on jails in India

The self crowned kings and princes of the Noir Empire,
Now captive behind a bars are these terrors,
Not as a chastisement alone,
But for them to envision a new world;
The Verve, they could never aspire for themselves
A life without the blood, without hate and pain,
A life without revenge and curse,
A life without weapon or the knife,
It is not a wall surrounding them
But an opening to live within the society again,

As they enter here, in this small world within,
With a constant eye observing them,
They will learn to live and work,
In This neighborhood with a human touch,
They find a purpose to live, and to dream again,
Exploring around and within,
Discovering a new self …
Superior in so many other traits,
The opens within the closed,
A freedom towards the inner being,
Recurring the spirit of the goodness,
As they become once ready to be born again.

playground

The game is deceiving, players keep on changing
The dice rolls on, numbers keep turning
Nobody wins, nobody loses,
As the rounds and rounds keep on happening,

One player drops out, leaving an empty seat,
Just a while before another turns around,
Taking a different seat,
he will settle in the play ground,

Lot more rounds to go, can’t stop here,
The end is far far away,
But at least next few rounds are clear!

The trickeries and mockeries are just few aspects of the game,
There are many many more, all in the fame,

Hold on firm, to your roots,
don’t let yourself be washed off,
you are the player, who has to stick around,
cannot leave the game,
you have to witness all on this play ground!

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.