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 जगलो ते मनासारखच

जन्माला आलो ते दुसऱ्यांच्या कारणांसाठी, 
पण जगलो ते स्वतःच्याच कारणांसाठी.

सूर्य म्हणुन प्रकाशित झालोही असतो,

पण आतले स्फोट आपल्याला सोसले नसते.

चंद्रा सारखा शीतल झालोही असतो,

पण प्रकाशासाठी परावलंबन आपल्याला शोभले नसते.

जगलो बऱ्याचदा दिलदार होवुन तर कधी स्वार्थी  होवुन,

थोडसं त्यांच्या मनासारख आणि बरचस्ं माझ्याच मनासारखं.

मी बरोबर की चुकीचा जगलो हे ठरवणार कोण,

प्रत्येकाचे कारण वेगळे माझे विचारणार कोण.

कधी शुक्रवारी जगताना शनिवारचा विचार केलाही,

तर रविवारी जगताना कधी सोमवारची तयारी केलीही.  

गटांगळ्या खाताना कधी काडीचा आधार घेतलाही,  

तर स्वतःहुन बुडताना समुद्राने किनारी लोटलेही.

सही म्हणुन केल्या ज्या गोष्टी आणि पुढे कुठे पडलोही,

केल्या त्या हजार चुका आणि कधी कुठे घडलोही. 

कधी खेळलो, कधी हसलो आणि कधी कुठे भिडलोही,

कधी पळालो, प्रेमात पडलो आणि थोडे रडलोही. 

कधी हसताना डोळ्यांत् पाणी आलेही होत,

तर कधी डोळ्यांत पाणी असताना हसललोही

कधी स्वतःसाठी दुसऱ्यांशी भांडलोही होतो,

तर कधी भांडलो होतो स्वतःशीच त्यांचासाठीही.

जगलो ते मनासारखे स्वतःचेच निर्णय पेलवत,

निसर्गाकडे बघत आणि धुरकांडीला नाक लावतच.

जगलो ते मनासारखच्, बरंचसं स्वतःसाठी पण थोडं दुसऱ्यासाठीही.

जगलो ते मनासारखच्, कधी स्वतःतच डोकावत तर कधी आकाशाकडे बघतही.

जळलो आहे सरणावर जरी मी, धूर होऊन जातो श्वासात कुणाच्या तरी,

झाली आहे राख माझी तरी पायाखाली येते ती कुणाच्या तरी.

कर्माचं गणित जरी शुन्य झालं पण देणं घेणं हे चालूच आहे,

माझ्या काट्याशी बोलतात ते आणि पावसाळ्यातही पाणी चालुच आहे.

आता हे झाड वाढतंय माझ्यावरती भांडतय प्रकाशासाठी,

मुळे ही अजुन मनासारखीच; स्वैर, खोल आणि गुंतलेली.

फरक इतकाच की आता कुणी घाव घातले तर त्रास होत नाही,

कारण जमिनीशी नातं इतकं घट्ट आहे की कोणी तोडु शकत नाही.

                                                        प्रदीप नानासाहेब जाधव 

Poet of small stuff ...2

MY STAND WITH FAKE FOOT   

                   

My life was good and I fought for best,

That time was bad & what happened was worst,

I was on my CBR, rolling to west,

all I remember is the fear in my chest.

That day was so dark; with no sun sign,

I woke up in the morning; with no sun shine.

I laid on my bed; with kin surround me,                                        

I feared a lot; when they were crying around me.                                     

                                                                                                                           

It was my foot; that made them cry,                                                                                    

It’s Right or left; I didn’t even try,
To heal my wounds; I was killing my time,

These r only rhymes, while killing my time.

In my dreams; I was running too fast,

When I woke up; it was just the past.

In my dreams; I was still that man,

When I woke up; light stole that man.

It wasn't shame; so I never cried,

For my people; I once again tried,

It wasn’t my pain, it wasn’t my pride,

It was those people and I never denied.

When I was falling; few held my hand,

With my fake foot; they made me stand,

When I was falling; few left my hand,

 For my fake foot; they didn’t want to stand.

But I stood; cause the way they were looking at me,

And I stood for the reason right inside of me,

I stood for the people, who stood for me,

And I stood for the people; want to stand like me.

If you want to stand; you don’t need a season,

But if you want to stand, come with your own reason.
                                             
                                                      ....Paddy N.  Jadhav

“My expectations were reduced to zero when I was 21. 

Everything since then has been a bonus.”

      Stephen Hawking….Physicist, cosmologist & author

  Oscar Pistorius….The Blade runner

 Yuvraj Singh….Cancer survivor

Poet of small stuff.....

             

       ME AND MY CONSCIENCE

In our life we have few experiences and few are borrowed from others ....this poem is a homogeneous mixture of both....

 ME AND MY CONSCIENCE

Me and my conscience born together,                                               

I look foolish & he looks wise,

He calls me friend but I call him freak,

I killed him thrice and he reborn with rejoice,

When I laugh he laughs with me,

When I cry he laughs on me,

When I want to fight he tells consequences,

But when I fight for me; he fights with me,

As time moves on I am becoming like him,

People r calling me wise; he says “they r calling me”,

Once while we ordering tea ; I sighted her first,

I emptied that mug I don’t know whether it was thirst,

She sat next to me and I didn't even blink,

After a while tea came which I didn't even drink,

She forgot her napkin which was light pink,

I got her no. , which I didn't even think,

He told “ u r getting out of  ur mind”

i replied “ hey kid if u wan go, go. I don’t mind”.

When I was texting her first; he came to meet me again,

He said 'STOP', and I killed him again,

It’s been six months & he never came back,

& it’s been six months I never looked back,

It’s been a six months things r getting worse,

& it’s now six months when I want him back,

When i searched my heart there was darkness and I felt blind,

 my subconscious told me “ he is in ur brain not in  ur mind “

I made him free & said “ welcome back to life”,

& he replied “I know, she don’t deserves to be ur wife”

Sometime I think why did I kill him,

& he replies “ its not u its her”.

Everyone has a sound coming from inside,

U have to listen or u gonna pay for that.

                                                                     (Pradeep N. Jadhav)