Tuesday, August 20, 2013

ड्रॅगन आणि आरसा

मित्राबरोबर चहा प्यायला निघालो
वाटेत बारिकशी खरेदी केली
दुकानदाराने विचारले, "साहेब,
बिल देऊ का? टॅक्स पडेल"
म्हटलं, "उगीच कशाला
मी काही व्यावसायिक नाही"

पुढे निघालो कॉफी प्यायला
वाटेत इतके खड्डॆ !!
पाठ पिचून निघाली
जीव आंबून गेला
तरी कसेबसे पोचलो

दुखऱ्या पाठीने नि
गरम चहाने
आंबलेल्या मनाला
तुंबलेल्या रागाला
धुमारे फोडले

बघता बघता समोर
ड्रॅगन दिसू लागला
आग ओकू लागला

हपापलेले नेते
लाचखोर अधिकारी
खाबू कर्मचारी
नफेखोर कॉंट्रॅक्टर

सगळेच साले
बेपर्वा बेमुर्वतखोर
काम कमी नि
करप्शन जास्ती
कधी काम नाहीच
सगळा मालामाल

पुन्हा त्यावर
टॅक्सही नाही

टॅक्स
टॅक्स !!!!!!!!

आणि माझ्या डोळ्यांसमोर
त्या ड्रॅगनचा झाला
आरसा

बघवेना मला
घेतला हातोडा
फोडला आरसा

खळ्‌ळ्‌ खट्टाक
त्या आवाजाने
भ्रष्ट अधिकाऱ्यांची मारली
ड्रॅगन शांत झाला
पाठ दुखायची थांबली

आम्ही पुन्हा फक्कड
चहा मागवला
बिनबिलाचा



Wednesday, July 3, 2013

रमलखुणा

नववधूच्या
     नाभीवरल्या
नवरातींच्या
     नवलखुणा

विरल्या जिरल्या
    काही फुलल्या
नात्याच्या या

    रमलखुणा

Monday, June 24, 2013

Other Side

One day a tiger

tired of his cruel killings

filled with compassion

stopped all killing.

That tiger died of hunger



One day a tigress

tired of waiting

for lions to finish their fight

went fighting herself.

There were no cubs born



One day some women

tired of getting abused

wanting to be men

went to face outer world.

They died of freezing boredom

Monday, June 3, 2013

उणी पुरी माणसं

उणी पुरी माणसं अनेक
येतात एकत्र
करतात उणे अधिक
बनतं त्यांचं शहर
उणं पुरं एक

उणी पुरी शहरं
अशीच अनेक
येतात एकत्र
होऊन उणे अधिक
बनतो त्यांचा देश
उणा पुरा एक

उण्या पुऱ्या माणसांच्या
उण्या पुऱ्या शहरांचा
उणा पुरा देश

अशा या देशाच्या
अशा ह्या शहरांत
कुठे गेली माणसं
ज्यांचा बनला देश

देशातली अशी माणसं
बघतात मागे वळून
दिसतं फक्त शहर!
कुठे गेला जो
त्यांचाहोता देश

Monday, May 13, 2013

तीनचारोळ्या , ………..त्यांचा पाचोळा


बुवा मरणासन्न विव्हळत होते
             तेव्हा कोणी कुत्रं विचारत नव्हतं
आता ते मेल्यावर मात्र
             दुखवट्याचा कोण कोलाहल !
*********************************

प्रेम आहे, प्रेम आहे म्हणत
       सारे आयुष्य निघून गेले
प्रेम माग माग मागताना
       प्रेम करायचे राहून गेले
*************************************

कान उघडे आहेत
         ऐकत मात्र नाहीये
डोळे ओले आहेत
       रडत बिल्कूल नाहीये
*************************************


तू हवीस यात न पाप    
           तू नकोस यात न पाप
पण हवी असताना नकोस तू
           नको असताना हवीस तू
  यातच पाप
     

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

जहरीले फल


सूखे पेड का सन्नाटा
अब सहा नही जाता,

कुछ फुले, फले
जहरीले क्यों न हो

कुछ छाव तो होगी
कुछ हरियाली रहेगी

जरा सरसराहट होगी
कुछ जान मेहसूस होगी

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Dream, Marathon And Meditation


'Respect begets respect'. I experienced this during marathon training in a very different way. During training, my body and my mind became two separate entities supporting each other. My mind had dreamt of running full marathon (FM). But  until body too agreed with it I could not say 'I' want to run FM. And my body was skeptical, very very skeptical! So we made a deal - 'Let us try!' - if any one of us feels it enough, we will quit. Then started the training building up - step by step, minute after minute, mile on mile. We realised how much efforts and commitment each of us was putting in. When, anytime, body said that lets not run today, I am not feeling upto it. We respected. We had come to differentiate between lethargy and fatigue. We had come realise that lethargy has become thing of the past. After grueling hours of last week or for no reason at all, body may feel tired. I am much past the age when I could run couple of hours more after getting dead (I mean getting dead tired). So when body said no, it was No. Body reciprocated this respect with grace, During the final run when each and every muscle was tired, it still kept moving. It held all cramps waiting at doorsteps till I reached my hotel after the race.

It was new to me that I could stay off my scotch and desserts, and enjoy it too! I also owe it to all my kith and kin that they aligned all our get-togethers. Parties, late-nights to my training schedule. As the training progressed I started feeling lighter. Not that I had lost much weight but the feeling inside has changed. It was a satisfaction to try to live a dream, when many people felt I am past the age to dream. But the dream has seeped in every bit me. The 'why' was there and 'how' automatically followed. I did not need to push myself into training nor did I need to hold myself from overdoing. I respected my age, my health, my abilities - both in capacities and limitations.

Then came the day! Mumbai Marathon 2013. A beautiful route along the sea, cheering crowd, wonderful weather. I was actually doing what I had visualised so many times. Miles were building and I was steady. I reached half the distance. I felt that I have covered half the distance but have taken only one third of efforts. Two thirds are still remaining. But, fortunately now, the count down has started. 21, 20, 19,..,15,...  Remaining. Only one third distance remaining. My legs are going heavy and mind light. There were runners all around. Some surging ahead, some slowing down, some stopping to rest. I was reminded of the movie scenes from World War II. Allied soldiers all over - tired, ragged, hungery, injured - but still in high spirits. They knew that the was is theirs to win.

Distance remained is in single digit now. There are still people cheeing, there are still co-runners encouraging each other. But all this is getting hazy. All I am doing is talking to my legs. A muscle is feeling tired, shift the running posture. Another one feeling thirsty, drink in water. Each muscle is vocal and my mind is talking to each of them. Ok, ok, its time to take it easy. We have eased to walk-trot. After this rest muscles take charge and prod my mind. And so it goes on. Distance is getting covered. Step by step, literally step by step. I am in a movie scene being filmed by myself. Only my legs are in focus and a foot of road. Hard road. Some of my muscles have gone as taught. But they are still moving. I don’t know how much distance is remaining. I know its not long but it does not matter. We have to keep moving till the finish line. Oh, the camera now is focused more sharply. I can not feel whole step at a time. Its only movement. Lift, forward, forward, forward, down. This lifting is getting heavier and forward is getting longer. But thankfully stepping down is much much lighter now.   All of myself is completely focused on this movement - an inch, a millimeter. This and now, is what the world is. This and now is I !

Suddenly there is pat on my shoulder. I friend is running along. He is going to run the last mile with me. Oh my God, the LAST mile! And this dear friend running next to me. My eyes get wet. Tears reach my legs and magic happen. My legs have gone easy. I am running again.

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