कविता - My Soul's Expression

Power went off and there is a drastic change. Characters on TV disappear, "Black" only "Black" - A colour I see, wondering, is this real ? My mind would challenge.  When my handheld drains, I feel now, its a revenge Experiencing heat in winter was a little strange It seriously tests my patience in exchange. Before power resumes and it gets normal, Leaving an impression of an inevitable "Change" Atleast there was some certainty behind uncertainty, Power will resume, may be late, but there is surety. Unlike life where things / events are unexpected, Will I return home from work ? Who takes responsibility ? When Babu Nalawade left early morning, To play "Cricket" a game defining his personality Being hail and hearty at 47 without any abnormality Waiting at non-striker's end, Collapsed, not to wake up again Redefining the concept of "Uncertainty" How can a life end like this ? How can anyone justify ? Last moment approaching as if givin...

Dear Chandamama, answer – Why ? Last Purnima, when moon was all over the sky, My mom asked me to step in balcony, It was a hectic day, I had no option but to comply, Witnessing moon's glory, full of light, so calm Radiating bliss which no one can deny, Kept staring outside to experience his magic, Till one question pounced over my mind - "Why"?? Why do you appear in full some days? And disappear instantly without notice Looking at your fluctuating nature, I keep wondering always, Such serene environment which you create, Is out of our site after a fortnight, Your brightness in the dark, I consistently wish to emulate? Why are you so dynamic, changing your features every day? At times, I see a thin line, at times you appear in half, Can you describe your personality, what should be my takeaway? “Not another one” Mama replied😐😐 “I am same all the time, it is sun to blame, At times, its light, shadows a part of me or covers me completely, At times, it lit me and secure me ...

My Experience with “Success” December 2018, I was invited to a community felicitation program, Encouraging young children, help them draw their "career" diagram. On stage when the host revealed my identity, My name, profession and my interest described by individuality. Felt nostalgic to be on stage, felicitate young achievers, When once, I was on other side of the table sitting amongst teenagers. It was time for interaction and someone asked me to define "success" I was expecting this one and the answer was roaming in my consciousness. But how can you articulate a term which is so subjective ? For some it is “money”, “fame” and for some "satisfaction" is the objective. It was that moment when a thousand thoughts blurred my mind, What should I say, how do I convince, what is "success" for today's mankind ? I started, “A decade back when I first travelled in airplane, The sight outside my window made me go insane, I could not see anyone, anyth...

Last winter, when Dr. Charles boarded a flight from Houston, To attend a ceremony that felicitates him as an expert neurosurgeon.  After years of research, he discovered a treatment for a neurological disorder, Which was rare in its type but strong enough to make anyone surrender. Flight was on time, but winds dominated and weather was not supportive, After several turbulences, reaching New York seemed tentative. The pilot decided to land the plane at the nearest airport, Destination was still halfway, there was no chance to get any support. Dr. Charles decided to catch a cab, which makes him reach next morning, Cursing his fate , he did not want any other hindrance coming, It was midnight and car’s battery went off, “No Way!” yelled the doctor, for what is God making me payoff ? “I have never believed God, nor I ever will, He does not exist for me, I have achieved everything as per my will” Cursing his fate again, he started walking, in freezing cold, Looking for a shelter, weathe...

  Spill the beans There is so much, so much that no one can understand, Life is amazing from outside, but deep inside it's ripped apart, Difficult to apprehend. But your face still glitters with smile, You still laugh at my cranky jokes, may be once in a while, Why is it so difficult to convince it is not important for people to see you happy, Every other day someone comes out with another therapy. Happiness has now changed its definition, It's not any more a smiling face, a stable career or financial security, It is just to be normal in abnormal situation, During calls, you say , "All's good," Now even phone understands from your voice, What's your mood. You are submerged in pre conceived notions, Whatever I say, whatever I do, does not impact your emotions. Why have you given up, you know, some flowers thrive in dirt, Few incidents cannot determine your path, they cannot vanquish your life's purport. You say, "everything has to happen with me only...

  Shambhu had made up his mind that God does not exist, Inspite his father’s consistent efforts, he continued remaining atheist. His chemist shop was centered in Ratlam, Skilled at his work, being 20 years spent, It was like not less than an achievement. The only habit was to get engrossed on his phone when he was free, Facebook, Twitter, Insta, You-tube with a cup of coffee, This pandemic was not easy for him, being completely occupied, In free time, it was his phone which kept him satisfied. Unknown of the fact that his habit changed to addiction, Phone now became a hindrance, web-series  increased his frustration, It was June this year his street was flooded due to heavy rains, A boy knocked his door as it was shut to avoid muddy stains, “I desperately need this medicine”, he said, “My mom is detected positive”, Occupied on his phone, Shambhu did not respond constructive. He read the prescription, but his attention was towards the climax of an episode, Unknowingly grabbing ...

From the day, one is born, unknown of the world he enters in, His parents were his everything, siblings were only his kith and kin, Friends, then colleagues, then spouse, children, then grandchildren, With age, his world changes, and the metaphor gets strengthen. Stunning nature, stranded mountain, river flowing fiercely, Birds enjoying their freedom, breeze playing effortlessly. Calamities are too common to make him realize, he is mistaken, With time, his surrounding changes, the metaphor gets strengthen. Excitement for something new – a degree,  a job, a relationship, Dopamine in his mind gets him joy, elevates a feeling of ownership, But this moment does not last long, at times leaves him heartbroken, With every new anxiety, his view changes, the metaphor gets strengthen. One day, he happens to stand at his window, criticizing his neighbor, “How can they wear such dirty clothes?” Can’t they wash putting some extra labor ?” This continues for few more days, being completely angst...

  Cosmic Splendour When I was seven, waiting for my turn to bat, at my building corridor, A friend jokingly asked "Have you heard of term -  "cosmic splendour"? Heard "cosmic"  for the first time, unaware of the term "spendour", But pulling my leg she was keen to play role of instructor. "Where do you stay?", "Home" I replied, Where is your home, "In a building" I cried. Making face, she continued, "where is your building?", "Street/Taluka" I smiled, Reciprocating  "where is your street?", "Mumbai", hoping I qualified. Unexpectedly, "where is Mumbai","Maharashtra" I testified. "Which nation" came next, "India" I replied. I thought she was done,  trying to escape, thought I justified, But she decided not to leave me without being satisfied. "Where is India?", she asked, "Asia" I classified, "Where is Asia", without...

  Stop it Now….For God's Sake  19-year-old teenager helping her mother, Cutting grass in maze field, Unknown of the tragedy which awaits her. Another bright day when she starts her routine,  Her mother working some few yards away, That dark day was SEPTEMBER 14. After some time mother calls out….. Manisha….. No Response, No response at all. A mother's desperate search for her daughter, Made the trees, sun, air and surrounding nearby, Fall….. Fall…. Fall due to shame as they witnessed Something so heinous Something so disastrous, Something so outrageous, That even such a thought is no less than a crime.   A bunch of wild beasts entered the field, Could not see a glooming flower gathering the yield, They caught, plucked and squashed her completely, Leaving her half dead, they fled blatantly.   Hue and cry as usual, "After" the incident, Makes me wonder, Is this also a "new normal" to be adopted, To live "normal" in society of predators. How to stop t...

My facial expression is my shadow Who Am I, What Am I, It reflects "ME", making people know, Are things moving in a normal flow, Or are they deep and concerning which I cannot show My facial expression is my shadow.   I witness wrinkles on 9 out of every 10 foreheads, Something or the other is disturbing knowingly, unknowingly It seems to be a common phenomenon to accept this expression easily, Its deep, intense but in different propensity, For some, it is manageable, For some, it goes beyond normal. It shows another side of me today and another tomorrow, My facial expression is my shadow.   At times, it is difficult to apprehend this expression, Humans are smart to hide their feelings, which negates interpretaion, For a change, my "eyes" talk more, than they wish, With every passing moment they spill my emotion, Which I strive naturally to swallow, My facial expression is my shadow.   People term this as "Depression" But for me it is just another "De...