My Heart's Whispers: by Jadhav Nilesh Ashok (Nilookumar), Vitthal Nagar, Soygaon Tal: Malegaon (Nasik)
My Heart's Whispers: by Jadhav Nilesh Ashok (Nilookumar), Vitthal Nagar, Soygaon Tal: Malegaon (Nasik)
My Heart's Whispers: by Jadhav Nilesh Ashok (Nilookumar), Vitthal Nagar, Soygaon Tal: Malegaon (Nasik)
Heart’s
Whispers
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3. In Cold Night
One cold night
Came in my life
In winter season.
Shivering constantly
Like a tuning-fork
Stood I in dark corner.
No wood nearby
To bathe me
With warm breeze.
Thunderstorm roaring
As does a dinosaur
To threaten me.
My heart thumping
To come out,
To be relieved and relaxed.
My blood pumping
May turn into
Springs erupting.
“Help me, help me,”
I often yelled
Alas! None came.
5. My Schoolmaster
My great schoolmaster
How little he knew!
Yet showed he knew
Everybody and everything.
Taught he always
Poetry in shady classroom_
The wonderful poetry
On yellow pages with torn edges
With a monotonous tone.
Happy events he told
With a grim face, and sad things
With happy lines and voice.
Shrill voice he possessed
While quarreling turns hoarse:
One day he’ll be awarded
In quarrelsome competitions
Of fights and quarrels.
His some dim words echoing
That he knew only.
Then, guys on benches yawning
Like crocodiles tend to hibernate.
Always in hurry he walks about
Sweating and panting ever;
So, he’s the fan of fans.
In ongoing debates
He thrusts heavily
Like a ram to a tree.
He does nothing but
Only blabbers and mutters
Knowing nothing of the matter
When in excitement.
How unkind turns he
Towards English, you know?
Simply relentlessly crushes it down
Under his bulldozer-tongue.
He likes songs to listen and sing;
When listens, he dances as a dragon.
When he sings, mosquitoes around him
Suddenly fly away into nothing.
His hoarse song reminded me
My friend’s old radio with torn speakers.
But I like my teacher,
For he has an amazing nature
That of friendly attitude with
Fair, frank and fine feature.
9. Dear Distracted
Dear distracted friends
Confuse not yourselves
Worry not about your marks
You get in eerie exams:
Marks are mere figures,
No doubt cannot determine
You next bright futures.
They creep on your mark-sheets
Like tiny tough tricky ants.
Are you afraid of such
Tiny creatures so much?
Leave your fears aside
Next you should decide
About your life so wide
That you’ve to ride,
Thought it to guide.
Your feet are now tired;
Yet so strong to travel
Through the desert of gravel
And sand very weird.
Dear distracted friends
Confuse not yourselves
Worry not about your marks
You get in those horrible exams.
Marks are mere spots
That design your mark-sheets
And not your life-screens_
The great gorgeous canvass.
Ensure it to clean
Making it tidy and neat,
So simply sweet, lit and bright.
Swoop sharply, swift and sifting
Like a proud, powerful kite.
Cut asunder the cocky air_
The blockade on your way
Make it ever cocksure
That it says not, “Nay”.
Fly on and on, restless
Leaving behind your traces.
10.Thoughts
Thoughts come out
Bold, yet tender.
Butterflies light
Shining colour
At one place
And then another;
Strife and race
To drink nectar.
They flicker
Restless, ceaseless
Unbound recur
On themes poesy.
The Soul that’s mine;
No vision, very often
Comes out as a ghost.
Great piercing shout
Breaking almost
Thick peels of things
Gets into and
With its stings
Sucks up and
Comes out fed
And fully sated.
11.The Voices
I heard the voices
Dim and dark
Rising and spreading,
Melting in air,
Striking the drums
Of my ears,
As my dear mother
With her soft hands
Taps me gently
While in a sleep.
Lord’s splendor
Spreads out the sky
Golden simmer recur
To give us joy.
Tranquil times
Spread their shoots
Make some chimes
And some distant hoots.
Houses lonely
Stand far away
Shrubs those only
In strong wind sway.
A barren rock
Much frayed away
A turkey cock
Sings in May.
Danced I daily,
Sang I gaily
I knew not why
Now I feel shy
To dance and sing
To play on a string.
16.Leave Me Alone
21.Two Worlds
When two worlds meet
They cannot be separate
But become one universe
As ink and water.
You and I _ the two worlds;
You cannot establish relations_
Relations, mere conveniences
Or sticky labels or brands
That glitter like cheap tinkers.
Do you want showy glitter
Or some real substance?
We are not simply impulse-traders
Like many husbands and wives;
We are rather love-suppliers
Without profit-loss considerations_
We do not calculate exchanges:
We exist not simply to exchange
Though the world is that stock market
Where people measure things
And then exchange as traders.
Are we traders or donors?
Oh, don’t care for this world_
The biggest, most vicious business house.
Dear ones do not trade but give.
We are the bees in one beehive
That daily hum together
And sing their common song.
22.Dignified Statue
O dignified black statue!
Whose body beautifully mobile
And eyes crystal clear:
Your glance so bewitching;
Your voice so sweet,
And the tone ringing
Make me feel glad.
O lady beloved, loving lass
Whom to love deep and broad
I’d relinquish everything
And anyone between us.
That pardah should be no barrier
Nor bonds of moribund morality
Nor even underclothes:
We will stick to each other
Rubbing so slowly & silently
To that point of ecstasy
Which none has attained.
But oh sweet lady…
Would you consent the union_
The merge of our beings
Into that zygote there
Where another one so sweet
Would come into being?
Tell me, tell me O dear
I’m so eager, so impatient
To move to that paradise
Where none would disturb us
Nor appose, nor threaten.