It is very easyTo join the crowdSafe in it’s anonymitySecure in its shroudEasy to be a partBenefits too highPrivileges a plentyAnd a share of the pieHistory is an excuseInjustice a charadeTrivial issues danceIn the carnival paradeEveryone is joiningLeaving aside their mindGluttony the motiveFor the frivolous kind©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Getting upset a luxury primeBlowing up in anger, extremely rareSmiles can’t spread easily on the faceLaughter is a myth and joy is scarce.The masks are thick hiding the selfEmotions in knots and turmoil in swellWalking along the path of lifeConstraint is now, the magical spell.
Well, when your angel is in pain and you are at a loss how to help Tip-toeing around, the frazzled mindFrayed edges, of the sharpest kindTriggers are tiny, fuses too shortPhysically together, mentally apartDaily grind has already, taken its tollSqueezed and drained, body and soulFew words casual, can really igniteA war of words and battle … Read more
This is a poem written for a dear friend who is in his fifties. The occasion for the poem was his birthday. Flying along on theWings of desiresReached so farUnhurt unexpiredPassed your youthTowards old ageYou stand confusedNor here nor thereStop for a momentCatch your breathFeel the painAnd wipe your sweatSlow down and savourAnd feel the … Read more
Those nagging timesWould never endHappily ever afterSeems only for the dead.Ceaseless pickingAt harmless habitsCan tie your feelingsInto complex knotsAmidst Dull routinesAnd ebbing Romance.Nonsense squabbles.Start running amok.But once in a whileSmiling in her sleepShe snuggles up to youAnd Melts your heart.In love again,You close your eyesAnd hold her closeTill the morning light.©️shashikantdudhgaonkar
Tired and scarredBody and mindShackles and chainsAre left behind.Wandering alongOn a white cloudAs the world beneathRecedes awayUnbound and FreeFrom pains and passionsFloating is a joyFreedom is heaven.©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Let only the morally purePick up the stonesAnd lynch the guiltyThe lord said. Thousands charged Stone in handSure of their pristineAnd pure souls. Governed by relativity Morality and ethics The lord and EinsteinAre spectators mute.
Sitting Still vacant bench Silent River, Blue Sky, Shadows long, Setting sun, Aloof Clouds Pass by.
When do we stop Crying alone. When the pain stops Or Much before. When do we realise We need to stop. When the path ends Or Much before. When does the soul Leave our body With the last breath Or Much before.