Loneliness is...

When one feels
alone in crowds
Still try to
spread fake smiles

When one starts
to think of past
without any reason
Still await for coming
the spring season

When one tries
to keep so much
busy with works
Which don't have
fruitful visions

When one becomes
so much social
media friendly
Which takes away
normal living

She is happy with my heart
I am happy knowing about
her this beautiful art
Called stealing
But in result is healing

सन् 2000 ,साल अट्ठारह,
मई माह , तपत पठारी आंचल,
ईश्वर कृपा यों हुई,
देखा मराठवाड़ा प्रांचल ।

अजन्ता की बौद्ध गुफायें,
जिनकी पेन्टिंग कहीं न पायें,
मूर्तियां मुंह यों बोलें,
 जैसे जीवनसार बतायें।
यू- आकृति मे बनी गुफायें,
जीवन व्याधि का कारण बतायें।।
एलोरा का कैलाश मंदिर,
आर्किटेक्चर का गुरूशिखर।

शिव की स्थली ऐसी भाई,

  नजरें बारम्बार दौड़ाई ।
खेतों में  बैल जोते देखे,

 कोटन, कोर्नसीड बोते देखे ,

छोटे- छोटे पानी के ह़ोद देखे,

कम पानी मे खेती के कमाल देखे।

लोग काफी व्यस्त देखे,

फिर भी बहुत शालीन दिखे ।।

धन्य मराठवाड़ा, धन्य लोग,
जिनके सुन्दर हैं उद्योग।
जगह का यह  असर रहा,

 बेमिशाल सफर रहा।।

Let's
Overrule the negative
Vibes of
Each other.

रखो शब्दों की मर्यादा,
इनकी उम्र है हम से ज्यादा।।

Sometimes sneaking into the fields
to steal watermelon and plums
Sometimes bring water from the well and drink when the night glooms
Sometime dangling with buses feels like a big sweep
Sometimes sleep on the luggage seat in second class rail compartment
feels very sweet
Sometimes even planes do not suit
Sometimes waking up in the morning
and sleeping again
But sometimes we can't sleep
even for a moment
Sometimes reading in the library
is not our purpose
But sometimes even at the cinema hall
we repeat pages of a book
Sometimes eating dry bread with onions makes us happy
While sometimes various kinds
of luxury food makes us unhappy
Sometimes it makes angry with self
While sometimes we love others without any check
Sometimes we live happily under
a mere ceiling fan in small cell
Sometimes It's hard to stay in luxury AC suit
Sometimes it feels as if we can't live a moment without a companion
While sometimes it goes all alone
Life moves on in every situation
Sometimes it is for self
while sometimes for others
Life is the struggle with self more than with others
This is what makes
our life as if 'it is a toy'.

The condition of heart is
fickle like episodes on mobile
Beautiful hands stopped the words
to come out of mouth but
It is difficult to stop eye emotions
The scattered beauty of the ringlets
And the dignified ornaments
My eyes have stuck to it
But it is not possible to prevent
the pen  from writing.