Traffic

This is a poem in Cinquain format. A five line poem with 2,4,6,8 and 2 syllables per line, from line one to line five respectively. Cinquain format is usually used to describe physical imagery. TrafficRoads fullAngry driversCars buses, honking loudSnaking lines, crowded tolls andRoad rage

Beautiful Women

Oh ! lovelyBeautiful smiling womenYou look like an angelExactly from my dreamsAs you touch your faceAnd brush the wavesOf the golden tressesCascading surreallyDown your glowing faceThe moving lipsAnd the languid eyesNodding of your headSo deliciously at timesAnd as the faraway lookReturns to your eyesMy heart goes rollingDown the valley of feels.©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

People Love A Mirror

People love the mirror.Not because it shows their faceBut it reaffirms their existenceWithout any traceOf their perverted thinkingMirror is a mirrorIt doesn’t hide anythingIt only shows, what it seesBut not the hissing snakes The hideous Medusa is hiding©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

Take Me Back

Oh! mama,Please take me backToo sick and tiredPretending to the worldTrying in vain to belongTired of compromisesAlways keeping mumTired of never,Taking a standStaring at the ceilingAt night in despairTired of soakingPillows with tearsTired of maintainingMy sanityFrom further morebreaking apartTake me back ,To your wombOr cradle me in armsto my tomb.©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

Essay: The rise of old age homes an Indian perspective. The Other side of the coin

About the rising phenomenon of old parents living in old age homes and in extreme cases being totally abandoned by their children.  There are hundreds of pious and preachy posts on Facebook and WhatsApp every once in a while about the great sacrifices of parents and how a son or daughter should look after them … Read more

At Rest

This poem is in the Japanese Cinquain format. It’s a five lined poem. It usually depicts physical imagery and describes a mood or a feeling. Usually in iambic meter. But difficult to maintain. So taken a few liberties. At homeSoft comfy couchTelevision on muteEmpty house, Sleeping dog, Mind blankAt Rest©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

When I feel Sad

When I feel sadAnd too overwhelmedWhen the pain and agonyStarts reaching my soulWhen Depraved mindsAnd Ravenous wolvesStart tearing my mindAnd searing my soulI just have to lookAt your smiling faceAs you pull me snugglyIn a tighter embraceMy troubles dissolveIn the rising warmthAs I open my eyesTo a dream filled night©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

Humanity’s Decline

Have we almost realised That We are a shameBurdening the earthWith our hungry gamesIs there an epiphanyIn some devilish mindOr a death wishFor the humankindWhat does explainThe rise of the tyrantsAnd the March of HumanityTowards inevitable decline©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

Fires religious and political

Sparks of religionIn ignorant mindsHatred in bloomSycophancy is blindThe woods are readyAnd the Grass is dryFlames will rise with theWeakest war cry.Far and wideAshes will flyOn charred groundsIn the gloomy skyNo life in the endNor a soul savedLeaders and followersAll in their graves.Fires never buildFires never createFires only destroyAnd fires denigrate.