Saturday, April 11, 2015

Maitrin



Rojachya dhavpalit kaljichi saauli
maitrin navhe tr najuk bahuli
Kiti te prem n kiti ti maya
Rakhrakhtya unhatil Sheetal chhaya

Ivlese dole
n tapore gaal
Shobhun disti
janu gulab laal..

Madhaal bolna
N ghaayal chal
Pahtach kunipn
Hoil betal

Shabdapm mg titkach haluvar
Dhanushyavr tir jasa swar
Hoil to kaljacgya par
Premache jase hajaro tushar
-Nil

Kay chukale hote maze



Kay chukale hote maze
Kay ti shiksha dili
Nahi mi konacha mahitye
Pan ka adakalo sarvat mi

Punha aalo ithe (whatsup) mi
Tyatch chuk zali vatate
Ekata bara hoto asa
Manala aata tham vatate

Aavaru shakalo nahi moh
Sarvansobat rahnyacha
Shiksha tyachich milali
Marg ekatyane jaganyacha

Bhutkalachi yaad aali
Juna prasang punha aathavla
Tasech sarv ghadale aata
Fakt manus tevdha badalla

Pan tharavle aahe aata
Punha ekatyane jagayche
Radavle jari konihi
Tyala hasat samore jayche

-Swanand Nandkumar Marathe

Princess dream come true



It wa a morning ..
Which felt really fresh than ever...  
I opened ma eyes..
Feelng smthn will be happnd today which still never...

I waked up hugging pillow n touched ma feet to ground...
Suddenly I hear  birds singing outside which was sweet sound..

To feel that sound, to feel sunshine...
I ran to a window
ignoring  huge palace which wa mine.!!!

When fresh breeze of air  passd through ma face...
It was hint that  something would b special today for this princess....

Suddenly I looked at greenery on hills waving at me..
River that telling m going to meet sea...

On pavement someone riding on a horse...
I kept staring n quite curious of course. ..

Tht som1 kept cmn near  and near...
My sight saying me he wld pass the palace..
That wa very clear...

Suddenly that sm1
Went out of my sight.
...
I felt restlessness..
Coudnt decide what  happening now is wrong or right...??

When I wa sad n      disappointed  a mite..
Taping sound toward a palace distracted my searching sight...!!

When I looked down it made me smile..
Because That sm1 with the horse had ended his mile...

Guy with a hat when looked at me....
Moment  felt lik .. may I find that missing key...

His smile wa a  message me to come down...
Quickly I undestood  it
n run even fergot to wear a crown...

When I reached to him...
I felt speechless pleasure...
I felt lik I got priceless treasure...

When I looked in his eyes which was blue...
His eyes sayng desperatly ..
Many days  I hav been looking for you..

He said I love you n always do...
Now dnt wrry m always thr with you...

Whn he  wear me a ring next moment... everything arround me felt faint...

Suddenly sm1 frm palace called me...
I said I hav to go back ..
else sm1 ll see...

Still I hearing that calling voice...
Oh! That was a only dream..
Getting up is only a choice....

I hear birds with the same sweet song...
Same fresh breeze making me feel  I cant b now wrong...

With the same scene I see sm1 with the horse...
N nw sure my dream cming true  ofcrs..!!

- Vaidehi Wadgaonkar

Mann



Maze Man tuzyakadche
Parat mala gheta ale nahi
Magitle jari man punha
Tula deta ale nahi

Kahi kahi milnar nahi
Dveshane va premane
Naat apla japaychay
Mala matra Imane

Prem tula maze
Kadhi kalalech nahi
Anekda devakade magunahi
Mala hav te milalach nahi

Jyala milal saar
Tyala te dislach nahi
Samor alyavar kay bolav
Asa kadhi suchalach nahi

Ekach maze man
Sambhalayla mala avghad
Tuzyakade tr donhi ahe
Kase hot nh re tula jad ...

         -Nil Ghuge

Sandcastles.....



Once upon a time there lived three brothers who loved to make sandcastles
Sandcastles big, sandcastles small; sandcastles which stood glancing the playful wave’s songs
Merrily and cheerfully with their dainty hands and engrossed eyes, they made these castles of dreams; unknown to the mighty ocean’s mighty screams
People around watched them work with care, some with a praise full smile; some with an envious stare.
But inevitably, one catastrophic day
Hovering and screeching; came the dreadful storm, destroying everything delicate and beautiful around. Poor kids! They couldn’t save their castle, tears rolled down their cheeks, their castle engulfed by the waves of ocean deep.
With a silent note, dawned a beautiful new day, everyone thought they would never again see the children play.
But wrong were they, for sad things happen to test the good one’s faith.
Marched the siblings hand in hand, retracing their footprints over the moist sand
Their eyes gleaming with a mystical zest
And a dream to make a sandcastle with the world’s most beautiful crests.
So for ages and ages the waves would sing, for the moist sand is the witness to the story of these three siblings, siblings who loved to make sandcastles.
Sandcastles big, sandcastles small, sandcastles which stood glancing the playful wave’s songs.
-Kalyani Tembhe