March 31, 2010

Why do we grow up?

I don’t know why do we grow up? We just forget the little threads of happiness which make our childhood special. We grow up catching more and more Money, but we forget the excitement we had during our childhood. We forget the innocence we had during our childhood. We run behind the big things, but we forget the small things that we have already. Do you remember the last time when you took out time from your busy schedule and watched sun set, or searched a hidden bird in the tree who is singing, played with the curtains, slept over washed cloths (this used to make my mom angry), and many things which you love to do? Have you given time for yourself recently? You simply forget about the treasure you have with you and look for the external treasure. Loving parents, close friends, and all the love around you makes you the real you. You should not forget this and moreover you should give time to yourself. Keep that 'Kid' alive in you. This will make your life good…

March 28, 2010

These kind of days...

This kind of days are often for me… Days when you don’t feel like doing anything and you keep on thinking everything aimlessly. You can’t tell exactly what the hell is going through your mind. You keep on moving from a jungle of thoughts to another storm of thoughts. You start thinking about your childhood days. You remember your good old friends. You miss those moments when you had fights, you played various games with them, cheered them, partied hard, each and everything you can think about. Then suddenly you think of your college days. Your new group, new world outside the school, new horizons, new crushes, new meanings of same old relations, some of special moments…Thoughts just keep coming in your mind and you get engulfed in them… Not necessarily these thoughts make you nostalgic, but they surely unsettle the deep currents in your mind. They disturb you, but you can’t do anything about it. You keep on thinking and try to peep into future. You think what will be my future, where will I be in the future, who will be with me, where will be my friends? These unanswerable questions ruffle you. You can’t find the answers and that is why you tend to keep on thinking. It is not easy to get out of that loop of thoughts. Right now I have become a part of this type of loop and that’s why I’m writing. My words are may not be in the sequence and you may find this paragraph of mine is useless, but a person who is experiencing this kind of trauma, will understand my suffocation….

March 13, 2010

मन कातरवेडे

का भरून येती डोळे, का मन होई कातरवेडे?
का ऐकून मधुर तराणे, मन होई सुंदर गाणे?

का आभाळ येता भरुनी, मन नाचे मोर होउनी?
का पाउस जुना आठवुनी, मन बरसे अश्रु होउनी?

का ऐकून हळवे सुर, मन होई भाव विभोर?
का ऐकून बालगीतास, मनास फुटती पंख?

का मन हसते-रडते?
का मृदगंधित अत्तर होते?
का चंचल वारे पीते?
का भिउनी लपून बसते?
का वेडे हळवे होते?
का भूल-भुलैया होते?

का मनात असते प्रीती, खोल तळाशी दडूनी?
का असती इन्द्रधनुषी, मनाच्या आतून भिंती?