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