Stories..

You know what, we all have stories to be told !
Some are dark and sad, and some glitter like a gold!

Some are hidden, our heart held it captive in a cave!
Some wear cape when we fought fearlessly like a brave!

Some are covered in a fear cloak that no one should unveil who we are?
And some are real, true whether it’s beautiful or having ugly scars!

But you know what, every story deserves to be heard !
You never know becoming an ear may change the world!

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अंतर

अशा एखाद्या गावी जावं जे नसेल कुठल्या नकाशावर
रात्र कदाचित गुलाबी असेल आणि दिवस निजेल मंद ताऱ्यांवर

मग गारव्यांचे बनवूनी हात उन्हाचे कवडसे ओंजळीत पकडावे
त्या नदीचे तरंगूनी काठ आज ढगालाच या अलगद बिलगावे

बघावे मग वाकून आत काय ठेवले त्याने दाटून उरी
घुसमट होता आभाळाची कुठून झरतात ह्या शुभ्र सरी

त्या सरींचे धागे रचता मग विणावे नव्या नदीचे अस्तर
किनाऱ्याचे बंधन नको, आकाश पसरवूया जिथे उणे हे आहे अंतर

~ विशाखा घोंगडे

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—खरं सांगते तू आल्यापासून सगळंच बदललंय बाळा—

कसली ती आता निवांत शी झोप
किती ते खर्च आणि कसला तो हिशोब
नुसती पळापळ आणि धावपळ दररोज
टीव्ही सुद्धा तुझा आणि तुझेच कार्टून शोज
कधी कधी या सगळयांचा येतो रे कंटाळा
पण खरं सांगते तू आल्यापासून सगळंच बदललंय बाळा

अरे किती असतो तो तुझा घरभर पसारा
डझनावारी बॉल्स आणि शेकडोनी कारा
चित्राच्या भिंती आणि तुझ्या कल्पनांचा पिसारा
तुझा उडणारा मासा आणि तो पोहणारा तारा
बघून हे सगळं कधी कधी थकायला होत रे खूप मला
पण खरं सांगते तू आल्यापासून सगळंच बदललंय बाळा

दिवसभर तू करतो दंगा विसरून भूक तहान
शिक्षा द्यावी वाटते मग पकडून तुझा कान
पण पुन्हा नाही ना मिळणार हे बालपणाच दान
मोठेपणी नाही होता येणार तुला एवढं कधी लहान
म्हणून जपावं वाटत तुला आणि लावावा टिळा काळा
पण खरं सांगते तू आल्यापासून सगळंच बदललंय बाळा


~ विशाखा घोंगडे

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Conspiracy of Universe

The everyday dawn is still young and fine
The star in there is growing old as wine

Nights growing anxious, aging with obsessed dark hour
Dreams do not lie at eyelids, sometimes they do hover

Who kept that moon captive? Releasing it slice by slice
Why does every clashing wave whispering a piece/peace of advice

Do every heart tickles when it's a horizon time?
"It's home" it is calling because it's impeccable and divine..

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Sometimes life will teach you many lessons in short time. You might look back and feel whatever has passed was easier but whatever I have ahead is difficult.
We keep on climbing these difficulty mountains one by one and yet there are many more on the way. Having no idea, how is the size of next mountain. Is it more steeper than we climbed so far? Does it have unseen trembles and fall? Is it even taking me somewhere?
But we have to keep on walking, perhaps crawling and quite a times falling as well.
This is the only thing we can do..
This is the only way we can make through..
We have to keep on moving. We have to keep on climbing every difficult mountain which life puts ahead of us.

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कॉफी आणि बरंच काही

तुला आठवतं आपण दोघ कॉफी शॉप मध्ये भेटायचो ते
कॉफी नेहमी तशीच असायची वाफाळलेली आणि आपली मनं सुद्धा ..
इतरांच्या ही कॉफीचा सुगंध दरवळायचा की आसपास
पण का कुणास ठाऊक आपली कॉफी सूर शोधत असायची एकमेकांचा..

छोट्या छोट्या गप्पांचे लयबद्ध तराने बनायचे
नीट घडी घालून बसलेल्या टिशू पेपर ला स्पर्शाचे नाजूक बहाणे मिळायचे

नक्षत्राचा चांदणं व्यापून घ्यायचं ते कॉफी च वलय , उधळायचा चांदण्यांचा थंडगार प्रकाश
मग त्या कपाच्या वर्तुळातून शांत, पूर्ण असलेला चंद्र वाहायचा वाफा बनून आसमंतात

मौनाचेही भाषांतर व्हायचे गडद कॉफीच्या रंगासारखे
आणि ती लाइट कॉफी व्यक्त व्हायची ओठांजवळ, हळूच बोलायची की काहीतरी खूप स्ट्रॉंग होतय
तिथे आत खूप खोल मनाच्या कोपऱ्यात

नक्की कॉफी च ना की बरंच काही ?

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What makes you so Bright?

Is that something photosynthesis "they call" you make through sunshine?
Or is it a rain you only drink to keep yourself hydrated while every lunch and dine?

Oh! It should be a dark soil you fixed your roots to
Or is it the wind you inhale and exhale
just to make it through

It should be a beauty sleep you snuggle in the nest of dark night
Or is it the stems and leaves you hold by your green heart so tight.

Then I heard leaves whispering through my ears, answering my quest
Do you notice that old lady who sprinkle me with love and zest?

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Everyone noticed scoreboards and few noticed masterstrokes.
All eyes were catching a ball in air and feet crossing the border got ignored.

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Everyday I Born.!!

Everyday I wake up like a new born
Unaware of day, gripping worries and dreams in my unfold palms..

Everyone just look happy, amazed and wondered
Judging me in first glance, they would name me brave or coward..

Someone steals some kisses on my cheeks and on my forehead
Someone showering love and rest are curious how I turn red..

Few little fingers are helping me through all stumble and crawl
But one little eerie boy is always trying to make me fall..

Still I gather courage and start running there
Some smiling faces and some are wierd, here there and everywhere..

Again I fold my hands and sleep in night's womb
To born every another day and conquer yesterday's tomb..

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They were sitting on a seashore with her hand in his.
That turquoise green blue water, the wild free wind and subtle soft sand, all were filled with harmony and rhythm.
She resided her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes gradually. He provided affirmative grip to hand and pulled her closer by her waist.
Her hair were running over her cheek with reckless luft, he tucked it behind her ear with a kiss on her forehead. She smiled in contented way and snuggled her head on his shoulder a bit with closed eyes.
He too gave a smiling glance to the sunshine and sea.
It was all tranquilizing with only those two tiny of them in front of infinite ocean.
She heard the wind whispering through her ear that "He loves her most" and waves cuddling to his feet made him believe that "She loves him too like he does..!"

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