When the words stop coming And the pen runs dry. The train of thoughts Enters a long dark tunnel. You can feel your breathe air moving in your lungs. And as you change your position To ease your strain. The silence starts looking Eerily at you. ©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
I catch a glimpseOf your lovely smileAcross the roadThrough the jostling crowdIt radiates aroundAnd reaches meAnd warms my heartTo a beautiful day.©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Hiding in the smogAnd the rising dinStreet lights buzzAnd ceaselessly humCars zipping byAs the trains rollThe rumbling roarReverberating for longThe sky is dullStars long goneNight is ghostOf a serene past©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
These are a few lines about how similar we humans are with respect to food, clothing and shelter but at the same time how different we are, with respect to religions. I took home a monkey Playing in the trees Gave him some clothes To wear like me Fed him the food Cooked for myself … Read more
SittingAlone at nightUnder the open skyLonely street, silent worldAt Peace©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
God of GreedAmassing is lifeConsuming is prayerExtravagance is offeringTo the God of GreedRuthlessness is the skillBragging is artShowing off is the ritualTo the God of GreedCompassion is a weaknessHumanity a crimeEmpathy is curseTo the God of Greed.©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
The road in life, Is slippery and steep A moment of weakness, Is all that we need. To slip and fall, in the unending dark. Of an always welcoming Waiting hell. Paradise is only For a lucky few Who make no sin Nor break any law Born at a time And a perfect place They … Read more
For every suffering soulThere is one paradiseHe will be buildingfor the others.For every triumphant soulThere is one hellWhere he will be leadingThe others©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar In this poem the “suffering souls” can be used interchangeably with “followers and believers” and the “triumphant” with “religions and leaders “.
To the motherWho has always been thereWhen father was nowhere seenBusy in his alcoholic tripsOr flying on egotistical windsTo the motherAbused and hurt all the timeBy the very people she called her ownAnd though burdened by unending choresFor us she always had a smileTo the motherWho never let us downHid her tears when, she had … Read more
Gym and PizzaFew days back,My son studying in collegeWanted some moneyAs there was an offer At the nearby gym. He had been a little obeseClothes were getting tightAnd climbing stairsLeft him out of breath.So I conceded his requestAnd transferred the moneyPleased that he was doingSomething worthwhile. Now few days have passedAnd he is back, at … Read more