(Some casual fun lines on a Sunday Morning) Too dark and It’s a chocolate To light It’s plain milk Buns are round Baked and brown Scrambled eggs In a lively chatter. Sausages are cold And lettuce is old And the Morning newspaper Dominates the platter. ©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar 2020
World is full of Soulless people. Soulless from neglect, Soulless from pain. But, Worst are the soulless, From pretentious disdain Disdain towards small, Disdain towards other’s. Disdain towards everything, A life lost in vain. ©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar 2020
These few lines came to me as I was talking with my school going son, on one lazy evening What if…?Startled from my thoughtsAs my younger one startsWith his unending volleyof unending asksRelaxing on the couchAnd lost in my thoughtsFailed to see himPacing aroundHelping the homelessChecking the lawlessGlobal warming is bigNeed to colonise MarsStopping the … Read more
Religions and peacePeace was in days beforeWhen man lived on the treesAnimals boldly roamed the earthUntamed and absolutely freeAs man started walking the earthGods, many started coming alivePeace left for the moon and starsAnd multiple religions thrivedReligions and lasting peaceIs an oxymoron trueThis perfect contradictionNever ever would be found©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Few words about the riots in New Delhi and the inhuman stories emanating out of the smoke and fire. Waiting for the doorbell to ring,Or just a single Phone call.Even a single message will suffice,That he is safe and alive.The fire and the smoke,and hell on the streets.Television blaring callously,Depressing news.As Debates and shouting,Numbs her … Read more
Few words about the riots in New Delhi and the inhuman stories emanating out of the smoke and fire. Bruised and fallenCrying in vainInsane chorusDrunk on revengeDrowns out the whispersOf the dying.A man in a drain.Eyes fixed and glazedBlood oozing outMuddying the drain.Another for hoursSprawled on the roadSiren wailing faintlyMany Miles away.Silent wails , silent … Read more
Is a person a speck of dustInsignificant without a voiceFloating randomlyAt the mercy of the windsFaithful Winds, Hateful windsOr terribly twisted typhoons.Is a person an atomA tiny atomWith electrons and protonsAnd a burly neutronTotally capableOf a Mushroom cloud.When they reach,A critical mass©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
What is truth,Or the ultimate truth.Or there is no such thing,As the holy grail.Messengers and preachers,divide the meekStriving to enlist the lost soulsInto their unique heavenly folds.Invoking slumberouslyfrom dusty booksMere,few thousands years old.Is there a need to clearly defineHow to live your daily life,What to eat and how to batheTo take, or not your daily … Read more
Rising sun, hiding behindA sleepy treeLeaves shivering glitteringWith the scattered goldChattering of the birdsAroused from their sleepAs Golden dartsPierce their branchesA bird in a hurryLands on the roofTakes off to a treeAnd back againRustling of the leavesAt a gentle breezeA solitary cricketIs singing stillA vagabond DogMoves and stopsStarts running aroundChasing butterfliesAnd silence of the robotsSleeping … Read more
As I lie alone on my bedI think of the people I missedI regret I did not talk to themOr apologised to many moreShould have taken a handfulFor a sunset cruise on a riverAnd a sumptuous feast laterAt a high-end extravagant dinerMany I would have just calledSimply to my homeFor a evening full of chatterAnd … Read more