Sing With My Heart V !!

Yesterday , While going back home, the road was blocked so a cab driver took a different route. The blocked road became  pedestrian for sometime. I just remembered the lovely Old Pune-Bombay Highway in my childhood. We used to enjoy traveling to Mumbai. That was the most busy highway in Maharashtra or rather one of the most busy road in India. New express highway developed and load on NH4 got reduced. It was good in other sense but people started liking the Express highway and prefered route to reach Mumbai (with whatever reasons like speed, travel time etc.). I still like NH4 (just that these days there are no trees and cold breeze) and have many friends shared the same memories ...
Today Morning, I woke up early n got a chance to write something (I am a seasonal writer though :)) !! My mother was curious to know what am I doing  ... She ran away as soon as I said " writing a poem" hahahaha :D
She stopped reading my poems after she read "MITRA"... She thinks that it was just too philosophical and horrible (real meaning of it as the concept relates to Death!!) ... 

This is not an original concept or a thought , many poets already had a lot on RASTA and RELATIONs ... 
The best one ... "Kiska rasta dekhe , e dil e soudai ...  "
This is the one in my words and in my own way...

गजबजलेल्या वस्तीत , 

माणसांचे चालणे ,

गाडयांचे पळणे ,

ढोल ताशांचे वाजणे ,

मिरवणुकीचे सजणे ,

नित्यनियमाने जगणे फुलवितात …. 

एक दिवस,

अचानक  रस्ते ओस पडतात …. 

मध्यान्नीच्या उन्हात  ,

मध्यरात्रीच्या  काळोखात ,

सप्तर्शीच्या प्रकाशात ,

सोनसकाळी बहरलेले रस्ते ,

असे काही ओस पडतात

आणि

क्षणिक शांतता रुजवतात ….

काही रस्ते ओबडधोबड ,

काही एकसंध ,

काही नागमोडी ,

काही लांब सरळ

आजकाल

सगळेच रस्ते ओस पडतात …

काळाच्या ओघात ,

नाविन्याच्या शोधात ,

वेगाचा माग घेत ,

कदाचित विस्म्रुतीतही  जातात ,

जेंव्हा ,

काही  रस्ते आपोआप ओस पडतात ….

-Sonia

Sing With My Heart IV !!

My father and his friends planned for a trip to Bhimashankar. They thought, Tuesday would be a nice and clear day. But it was continuously raining for past 2 days. They were discussing on the travel plan and my Dad suddenly said " hya pavasala ved lagalay, thambatach nahiye(Rains' gone Mad:))". What a beautiful sentence it was!! ... I am amazed with this 'Veda Paus'.   At a times , our mind behaves like the rain........... very uncertain and possessive. You can't control your mind as we can't control the Rain. Poet is trying  to find out can rain control & console his mind....

 वेडा पाऊस 

 पाऊसही वेडा  झालाय
श्रावाणालाही आषाढ समजू  लागलाय
आषाढातही  धो धो  पडायचं
श्रावणातही  उन्हाला लाजावायचं 
रडून  आता ढगांनाही थकवा आलाय
आज नं पाउसही वेडा झालाय

वेडया पावासा तुझी
किती वाट पाहीली आम्ही
तेंव्हा तू फिरकलाच नाहीस
ढगात गुरफटून पडून राहीलास
वाऱ्याच्या दिशेने वाहात राहिलास 
आज मलाही तुझा खूप राग आलाय
 हा पाऊस खुप वेडा झालाय

माझं  मनही तुझ्यासारखच 
खूप वाट पहात राहायचं
दुःखात  असताना खूप रडायच
आनंदाच्या दिवशीही  उगाच रुसायचं

खूप खूप पळायच
दमल  तरी नाही थांबायचं
माझ्या मनाला एकदा सांगून बघ
कोसळत राहीलास तर काय दशा होईल
मला माहिती आहे
त्याचा तुलाही  नक्की कंटाळा आलाय
हा पाऊस  अगदी वेडा झालाय

~ सोनिया

To be or Not to be ...

It was 11.30 in the night .Two friends were walking through the jungle. I was one of them. We were not able to reach out to get on to the main road. I think , We were lost !!
Suddenly snow fall started,  All green forest started becoming white ...snow white... I was so worried scared and nervous all at a time. But my friend was cool calm and composed.
We were walking for quite a long time ..around 6 hours. Suddenly we saw a 2 split roads. It was an end of the jungle. One road was snowed and was reaching to the small hut at the end. Another was clear and lush green and reaching to a big and nice Bungalow. There was no light but could see some smoke coming out of the chimney, no signs of people staying there. But hut was looking alive with people.

I took a decision and told my friend , " let us see if we get some help from the people in the bungalow". He gave a calm look and suggested me to take a right and  reach out to the people in the hut. I was peevish and was not in a state to listen to my friend what he was telling. I took a decision to take a left. My friend took a right and headed towards the hut. My friend reached earlier than me. He met those people , asked for the help. They gave some food to eat and a bed to sleep. (but How do I know what he got... I was on some other way!!!). I was still walking, at last I reached the destination. I opened the rusty gate and went inside. I knocked the door, there was no reply. I tried to call out " Is Anyone there ?" There was no reply. Slowly the door got open and abruptly some creepy noise started. I was scared. I went inside and got to know it was haunted place. I came out and started running wherever I found the way. There was something pulling me back and I was running forward and forward. I was completely drained still wasn't able to reach some safe place.A thought was popped up into my mind why didn't I go with my friend. I was unable to breath and not even able to scream to get help..I was floundering , screaming , shouting, my throat was dry, hands were sweated.... when I opened my eyes, It was 4 AM in the morning and I was on the bed, I took a deep breath ..I was  still scared.
I got up,  had some water. Sat on the chair thinking what was that? which place was that? I started analyzing my dream. A Rain forest , Lush green grounds and snow fall. There is no place with this combination. Who was that friend ?  Who was that friend, Was that a boy or a girl?  I was unable to recall his face. But there was someone with me, completely opposite in nature. Haunted house , why I did I opt to go there ? Why didn't I listen to my friend ?
I concluded like this : In the tough situations ,We take lot of time thinking what is wise and what it not. We do not give complete thought over the situation checking every aspect of it. Sometimes we just end up taking up some decision hurriedly with out thinking the end results.  And keep cribbing I should have done this n bla bla bla...
2 way split road is the to be or not to be situation. My friend is nothing but my 2nd mind which was giving some indications what I need  to do. I was in my own  boat and wanted to sail it all alone.
When we get some indicative dreams , Is that something called intuition  ?
A day before to this was hectic , tiring and creepy. May be some links to it !! I spent 1 hour thinking on the same, went back to the bed at 5 AM to start a new fresh day again.

Someone shared this with me, just dramatized it to make interesting to read :-)