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Category Archives: Poetry
भास असे हे भाषेचे
भास असे हे भाषेचे एकाएक मी अनुभवले कोठे भाग घेऊनि भागले कोठे भाग देउनी उरले एक असते ते वीट येणे एक तो सर्वज्ञ उभा विटेवरी कोणी विचारले भाव जगातले कोणी सांगितले भाव मनातले कर्मयोगी ने मान मिळवला हठयोगीने मान ताटली … Continue reading
A Tug of War with Life
Of the two Things to choose— Between Love and Hate— I’d neither love to hate nor hate to love. Of the two Days that lay— Between birth and death— I’d learn to live the present. Of the two States to … Continue reading
Shades of Yellow
That tiny promise Of the first gleaming Sun. From behind everything Through the horizon. That rising king to the throne. Changing hues of Orange From amber to blonde From bumblebee to corn. That Tuscany artwork Of embroidered ochre borders And … Continue reading
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The Child Never Died
The child in me has never died, for When the morning, gleaming Sun shines, The aroma of each new day brings a new smile. Thoughts unbound. Countless dreams. Coloring the milestones ahead in my stride. Lives genuinely appear truthful to … Continue reading
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The Soul Purpose
Brought to thee
The stories that have
Countless stories within, the Self knows.
Who knows what’s more?
Smelt the magic of the rains—
The petrichor. Though,
Drenched, lost, drowned is
My conscious, helpless Self, to the core.
The evening strands of gleaming light—
Your fragrance it is, or am I
Afloat the love unbound?
Don’t bother bringing me back ashore.
The chirping of birds.
The rustling of leaves.
Thoughts that come and go.
A rhythmic lore it is, I am sure.
Turned orange, the evenings, again.
Silently mourns my soul.
Wilfully nervous, it tells me.
Could oneness be any pure?
©Suyog Ketkar Continue reading
Harvest
When the scorching gusts of heat
Fade the tears in your eye,
Recite the songs of the Spring,
Believe that seasons change, ask not why.
When circumstances are bleak,
Your bivouac is left far behind,
Choose what you must—
That let me not remind.
When without the trails
Should You journey barefoot,
Seek sojourns within a companion
In whose heart you could stay put.
When You, and only You,
Represent souls in the strife.
Look within as much as without.
Surely, the only rule of life.
When the days are few
You count each one anew
Amidst the hellish weather that
Destroys your crop that’s but already few.
Remember, always, to stand tall
And present the challenges a full face;
That You are your own harvest:
Be that befitting reply; and the one with grace.
©Suyog Ketkar Continue reading
