Walking down the road

Into the shade of the moonlight

Sheltered , protected, 

feeling warm in the cold cold night

The starry heavens above,

With their eyes filled with love

A full stomach , a song on my lips

A heart free like a dove

A crack of dawn as the hour passes

A new awakening for the masses

A day of toil and hard work

I just pass it all along

Never had I much to give

Nor have I taken much

come rain come sunshine , despair, or hope

Happiness ,is life , with a gentle slope

In the entire dark night

There always shines a light

A clear soul  and A ray of hope

With the invaluable crystal of clear conscience

......i pray to thee

Who believes that everyone is good at heart

Who knows that truth and justice always triumph

the one on whose lips wisdom himself resides

the one on whose shoulders hope himself reigns

.....i pray to thee

He holds the ethical torch of light which shows the way

His eyes glow with moral light

Mercy on his hands wields the sword of justice

Forgiving and punishing equally

......i pray to thee

 ..................................................manas godbole

The mind works in eccentric ways

It does the act of suggestion and it itself comprehends

It comprehends in its own ways,, and it suggest in its own ways

It is so biased that it instantly believes what it itself suggests

Refuses to look over and overlooks another point over it

He himself made the mind and left one fault in it

So that once the mind stumbles in the darkness

It will be sure to come back to him

To find a torch which it forgetfully forgot at “his” place

And out ventures the mind to find its own path

With “his” torch to show the way

He will smile and hand over the torch

His smile will humble the proudest,

Give faith to the faithless, and confidence to those without

Just find your way , he says , I am there to look after you

So on we go

Confident , humble and faithful .

The Mind And Him

The mind works in eccentric ways

It does the act of suggestion and it itself comprehends

It comprehends in its own ways,, and it suggest in its own ways

It is so biased that it instantly believes what it itself suggests

Refuses to look over and overlooks another point over it

He himself made the mind and left one fault in it

So that once the mind stumbles in the darkness

It will be sure to come back to Him

To find a torch which it forgetfully forgot at “his” place

And out ventures the mind to find its own path

With “His” torch to show the way

He will smile and hand over the torch

His smile will humble the proudest,

Give faith to the faithless, and confidence to those without

Just find your way , He says , I am there to look after you

So on we go

Confident , humble and faithful .

I read in a Dan Brown book , that thoughts have mass , and that anything with mass affects any other thing which has mass . So greater the mass of an object greater the effect on the "other" objects .
What I understood of  "The Secret" also supports this theory . Or maybe , both the theories explain each other.


Another good point is that one should support the Right Cause , or think the Right Way .The example was supporting an anti terrorist movement or supporting a peace rally .


The opposing factor was as we understand , in nature , everything has an opposite . Therefore a thought should have an anti thought to it . That way ,, an anti terrorist movement becomes a peace movement .
I cant find an explanation to this one !!    

I

who is this "I"?

"I" am nobody

is it the soul?

or is it the body?

or is it the thought?

just an "I"

a nobody

it is the "I" that stops learning

it is the "I" that closes all doors

"I" listens to nobody

the "I" in me listens to nobody

"I" says that i am complete

even if it knows it is not

"I" stop the anticipation of failure

"I" opposes experience

"I" believe nobody but me

"I" do no accept the second place

"I" do not see anybody but me

"I" am the greatest of all

all these "I"'s have made me nauseous of the word itself

Its difficult to make them realise that other people

me is a much better word

it spell M-E

not M-I

कवितेची कविता

कविमन उत्तेजित झाला न ,, कि माग सम्प्ल

अस्त नस्त ते सग्ला लिहावासा वाट्ता

कित्येक्वेला बाहर पाऊस असतो

एवढ्या त्याचावर कविता

कि पव्सलाच पव्सचा कान्ताला येतो

प्रेमाचे नाविन्य कधी सम्पत नाही म्हाणे

पन ह्या एवढ्या कविता

प्रेमात पडलो तर सग्ला अधिच वाचुन जाला होत

ही आम्ची हिम्मत आणि हि daring

ते युद्ध अधि कवितेत अस्ते

अनि समोर शत्रु उभा राहिला

कि आम्ची शेपूट आत जाते

एवढं सगळं लिहुन परत हि कविताच म्हणाल तुम्ही

काय करू ....

प्रेम पत्र लिहून कंटाळा आला

कैतरी वेगळा करू विचार आला !!