You

You
The blowing wind sings
when you are with me.
The burning sun sprays water
when you are with me.
I am lost when you are with me,
I will prefer to remain lost
rather than you being not with me.

Love

To express my love,
Words are insufficient,
To express my love,
Actions are incapable,
To express my love,
Money is insignificant,
Sweetheart, just look into my eyes.
You would find love that is magnificient.

Humanity

Humanity

How men can be so brutal?
How men can kill other men without any reason.
How this world can exist when men are behaving like different seasons.
Is religion so important?
Is it right to say those who kill are brave and others impotent.
Is it true that men are civilized animals,
Or is it an insult to animals.
Is it right to use intelligence to kill our fellow men?
Those innocent lives who knew nothing and would know nothing.
How easy it is to kill and then go into hiding.
Declare yourselves "Messiaha" as if having liesence to kill.
Enforce your terror on others against their will.
Give fire to their animal instincts with great zeal.
Give big speeches combine God with terror.
Spread this doctrine with evil earned dollar.
How long this will go on ,
Every time we reach the zenith of civilization,
There comes a barbarian.
Who believes power and blood are synonyms,
and love and humanity antonyms.
I doubt if the almighty knows this,
If he knows he must be thinking about
civilization on mars.
If this is true then we are nothing ,
but a brilliantly conceived farce.


Unmesh L Mohitkar

Budapest

You are poetry in motion,

Beauty and emotion,

There is love and excitement,

There is leisure and pleasure,

Budapest, Budapest, Budapest!!!!

Beautiful beyond any measure.

जीवन

जीवन

जीवन हि एक सर्कस आहे

आभाळाचा तंबू पृथ्वीचे रिंगण आहे

पात्र आहोत आम्ही सर्व कशाला हवा या शुल्लक पात्रांना गर्व ?

असते आपली आस भारी ,

घेतो आपण आस्मान्भारारी ,

म्हणतो मृतू नंतर थोडी कीर्ती उरावी ,

कशाला हवा हा कीर्तीचा हव्यास पैशाचा ध्यास .

चोहीकडे आहे त्या सर्वसाक्षी

पर्मेश्वाराचा वास .

तोच आहे या सर्कशीचा मालक.

आपण फक्त दास

Atwan

कधी तरी मला तुझी आत्त्वान येते

अत्वान येताच थंड हवेची एक झुरूक हलकेच स्पर्श करून जाते.

आज परत तुझी आत्वान आली होती ,

ती झुरूक पण हलकेच आली होती,

पान ती फक्त अत्वान होती ,

जाऊन परत आली,

तू जी गेलीस का कुणास ठौक परत आलीच नाही.

माझ्या साठी नवे तर त्या वार्या चा अलगद स्पर्श साठी ये,

पान सखे तू ये, खरच परत ये !!