You are here.......

(Picture from internet, source not known)

As

 Lines of a pencil

And strokes of a brush,

In

Happy humming

Or

Tears

He may shade painting,

Painting

feelings 

……..To reach you

Yes

You are here

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Come Soon....a call

Space where

I am not sleeping

Yet not awake, though aware

In the wonderland

With wings on

Gliding slowly

Far above grounds of reality

Far bellow hollows of dreams

Waiting for you,

Here is where I will be found

Space where

No gravity applies

No pain exist

No efforts needed,

Here is where I will be found,

Waiting for you

Always

Come soon

My friend

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Reflections

Overwhelmed by events,

Reacting

And

Whirl of cause and effects follow

....... Pause

To reflect

And deep within a voice

Heard

“Let go...

 Love is to surrender”

Easy comes
reflections in nature.

Acrylic colors on canvas.
Size of Canvas:  18" x 15"

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Not everything change

Holding your hand

Carrying a bag heavy with your stuff

Taking to doctors

Waiting for hours

Is as adoring as

Taking you for a fine dinner, my friend!

Each new stage of life

New role played

Yet same old feelings!

Same, always!

What change is on periphery

Centre remains unaffected.   

A Leaf

A leaf falls.

Was it blown away by wind?

Or was tired of the tree?

Or tired of holding on?

Or was tree tired of it?

Or was wind and earth more alluring?

Does it matter?

A leaf falls.

A moment passed.

New leaf will fill the space

 A heart felt pain

 A moment passed

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Written for " A Prompt each Day"

Prompt : LEAF

Real Hero, Ravindra Patil.

Real Hero

Ravindra Patil

Once a young boy from Satara

Well built, joins police force

And gets trained as a commando,

Found good to be posted to guard a high profile film star.

Fulfilling his role as a commando,

as a police man,

as a good citizen

Rushed to police station on that dreadful night of Sept 28, 2002

When car of the star he was escorting

Ran over some people sleeping on a footpath,

He told what he witnessed,

Filed an FIR

Stood on his ground

A good commando he was

Department he worked in found him liability

Friends deserted,

Media ignored

Was brought to street

Reduced to a skeleton weighing about 30 kg

He died on Dec’23 2007

Salute to him.

A good commando he was.

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Note : Star was tried in court of law and found guilty. He was sentenced five years of imprisonment. Judgment was announced yesterday 06.May 2015. Trial lasted for thirteen years.

Mumbai India.

Color of LOVE

Blues of past

Violate Pink of heart

Colors of life

Festival of colors, HOLI

A chance to
 shade blues

Sprinkle and brush

Pink all over

In and out

--

Kinley 2014 TVC

Dil Ki Baat

 Telling the truth is easy. If to clean your room is easy, to keep your desk/table clean is easy, to keep your mobile contact list and your computer desktop neat is easy. It is a habit. To do otherwise will make you feel uneasy, feeling of dirty within.

 It was one such feeling I was harbouring since few days. It was a feeling of being dirty within. I knew I need to clean it. Will confession do? I am not a Christian but I can do it in front of my Krishna deity. And I tried it. Oh, I found him laughing at me. “You can fool others; you may even fool yourself, but me? Forget it”

I knew It will have to be true cleaning to get rid of this feeling of dirty within. Telling truth is not just telling it to anybody, anywhere. It is telling one to whom it matters. And in a way that adds to love and not hurt. If it hurts, it is not truth. For truth never hurt. So when I finally let it out, it was with tears freely flowing down from my eyes. It was melting of my ego.

 Why did I not tell him that I was going without him to Mansarovar yatra? I thought he was not fit enough and will not be able to go through rigorous and demanding tour schedule. He may not be able to withstand cold and thin air with less oxygen at height. I thought he may not be able to walk on mountain track. I thought it will take away lots of my time to be with him, taking care of him and being with him, trailing behind others and will miss most of thrill and fun of the tour. But I could not tell him this.

 We had often thought and planned together, to go to Mansarovar yatra. We planned it every year since last many years. But for one reason or other could not make it. Years passed. Time took its toll. My friend developed knee pain and it got worse. He is now not able to walk fast and climb up the track as he used to. Though we walk daily in the garden and share all that two close friends will, I did not have heart to tell him that I will go for Mansarovar yatra without him. I felt it will hurt him. I felt he will think I consider him a liability or he may ask me to postpone it till he gets better.

 Fact is I was too weak to tell him that he was not fit in a way that doesn't hurt him so I avoided telling him altogether. Now having booked myself for the tour I cannot bear thought as to what will my friend feel?

 When I began telling him that booking for Mansarovar yatra has started for this year and I plan to go, he put his hand on mine and asked me that I must book it only for myself and he will not come as he was not fit. With tears rolling down I told him I had already booked one seat for myself. I was coward not to tell him that he was not fit. I am sorry. He hugged me, tears rolling down his cheeks also.

 His words “Truth dil ki baat hai, dimaag ki nahi” will always be guiding me when I am reluctant to say truth that may hurt.



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Raas Lila

Silence creates the space

Separating mind from heart

And heart from soul

In deep silence

Soul often reveals

Secret of universe to heart

In a language unknown to mind

Heart can only pass it to

Another heart, also

In silence

Two hearts communicate

Play, dance

Celebrate.....

As long as in silence.

Acrylic colours on white drawing paper (21"x15") by Harshad. 

My Friend

 Wrinkles on her face

Reveal her age

Not how lively is she

Know her well and

Get inspired to live

Again and again

--

OSI Prompt : Wrinkles

What hurts?

Right and wrong

Game mind plays

Argues for one or another as it suits

Casualty is Truth

Truth hurts no one

It includes
voice of mind

Beats of heart

Cravings and desires

Fragrance in air

Fear of running deer

Instinct of chasing tiger

Poison of cobra

Honey in womb of flowers

Dry desert

Swelling rivers

You and me and her and all

What hurts is not truth.

Truth heals

Truth understands

Hell with laws and rules

Logic and arguments

Drop that clutter

Listen to the song of your heart

Dance to that tune

Be closer to truth

--

OSI Prompt : Clandestine 

Clandestine?

She inquires

I deviate, uneasily.

She doesn’t know

I will not tell her

Intention is not to hurt her

For I love her

Still why it happens?

I wonder, lost in the world away

I do not have all answers

For who can claim to know the whole truth?

‘Don’t bother, take it easy’

Her casual remark, stroking my hair,

Brings me back to present

It takes us both closer to God

Closer to Truth

She certainly loves me more

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OSI Prompt : Clandestine

Strength

Heart bleeds red

Yet smile on face

Hiding pain

Love not just a reason

It is strength

Holds both, smile and pain

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OSI Prompt: Heart

Haiku Heights Prompt: RED

Just a walk

I am here to walk some distance

To spot and enjoy beauty around

In places, in people,

In tales, in talks

In gardens, in jungle

In rain, in bathroom showers

In city roads and mountain tracks,

Magic I seek

To put smile on my lips

A song of love in my heart

Dance in my deeds and

Fragrance of friendship in air

For some distance I walk here

I am here to walk some distance

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Charisma

 Charisma

Those eyes

Lock with mine for a few moments

A spark is ignited

Spellbound, I look back

Till she turns around the corner

This happened when I was in teens

Yet

Captivated I feel now

As glimpse of those eyes pass through mind

And I relive 

Those moments a little

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OSI Prompt : Charisma

Pray for me

Just late evening, not yet deep into night

Returning home with a friend,

Offered empty seats in a passing private bus

And we felt lucky!

For public transport is a painful wait

Oh, it was a trap!

Doors of the bus locked

And objection to lewd remarks by goons

Met with third degree violence

My friend beaten unconscious

And me?

Sex hungry wolves

Raped and tore me apart

Like a piece of rag

Was taken for a ride to hell

Though hell I was thrown in

By few goons, mercifully

Goons do not make the world

World is made by millions, like those

Who pray for me,

Some even facing batons of police!

Life is fighting against evil

Life is caring for virtuous

Life is beautiful

I want to live Ma!

I want to live!

Pray for me.

--

Mind grieves

Heart in anguish

I father of two daughters

Join millions of my countryman

in prayers for her recovery

yet

cannot but wonder

what has become of us?

When will this dark era come to end?

When will sun rise

And we see civilized world?

-

Mind & Heart

Even pain of yearning is sweet

How will it be to dissolve

And be one with you?

Yet

Scared of unknown

Mind do not let go

Pray for me

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OSI Prompt : Yearn

A call

A call

As usual, 

alone 

at regular place for evening walk

It is Twilight of evening

Cool breeze

Golden light

Couples strolling

Friends together talking, laughing, walking….

Birds chirping

I believe it is a call to return

So beautiful, I thought

My hand reaches for mobile

To call you

I want you to hear

Chirping

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OSI Prompt: Absent

Bathing

Bathing

Lies, made up stories, bullying....

Attitude so disgusting,

I exited, deciding not to counter

Leaving room for better sense to prevail.

Feeling dirty within

I felt like taking a dip in the holy Ganges

Just then it rained

I looked up, smile passing my face.

HE has ways to take care!

-

OSI Prompt: Bathing

Ways of Heart

Mind gives many reasons

And will find many more

For me to stay away from you

But

Heart has only one,

More powerful

Compelling and true;

A place in my heart belongs to you

I care for you

I am coming.

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OSI Prompt: Shortcut