आता पाऊस फक्त कोसळेल, निनादणार नाही .....

खरं म्हणजे ते कधीही
अचानकच ठरलं असतं.
ग्रेसचे हे असं न रिमझिमता
बंद पडणं !

काही गोष्टी शाश्वत आहेत
असच आपण गृहीत धरलेलं असतं.
जसं लता मंगेशकरच गाणं...
कोजागिरीचा चंद्र....
अंगावर येणारा आणि अनावर !
आईचं आपल्या सगळ्या चुका
मुकाट पोटात घेणं
आणि वडीलांच
तेव्हढ्यापुरतं रागावण..
हे सगळं गृहीतच नसतं का ?

तसेच होते ग्रेसचे
कुठेतरी कागदावर गुणगुणत असणे,
जगणं दिवसेंदिवस शुष्क होत जाताना
ह्याचे शब्द अधिक आर्द होत जाणं
वनांची वाळवंटे फुलत जाताना
ह्याची बाग मात्र दहीवरत राहणं,
हृदयांचे जीवाश्म बनत असताना
ह्याचे मात्र सतत गहिवरत जाणे,
हे किती सरळपणे
शाश्वत मानू लागलो होतो आपण,
किती गृहीतच बनले होते हे स्वप्न !

अन त्याच्या जाण्याची बातमी,
पाऊस अचानक थांबावा तशी !
सगळं भावविश्वच डीमिमिस्टीफाय करणारी !

आता खरचं पाऊस थांबलाय,
कदाचीत तो नंतर सुरूही होईल,
त्याच्या आठवणीमुळे संततधार.

पण आता पाऊस
निनादणार नाही...... हे मात्र नक्की !

         -श्रीनिवास बेलसरे
           २६ मार्च २०१२

At evening....

At evening,
the tired pale Sun sets
on the Western horizon
to waive the world
a quiet goodbye....
At evening,
the birds return to their nests
to feed their little ones and rest....
At evening,
the sea comes roaring
to the shore with tall waves
to welcome the moon
rising in the Eastern skies
At evening,
I sit in the sand,
by the sea and count
another day
without you, gone by....

Oh What is this new world......?

Oh What is this new world......?

Oh what is this new world
of the net
where each fish comes under a fake name
to fish other fish
and finally get into the net
of their own imagination !

Oh what is this new world
where everything looks so real
and turns out but an illusion
melting in nothingness
as the screen closes one window
after another to a world that exists
but resists not to anything !

Oh what is this new world
where an old ugly face becomes Cyndrella
at the click of a 'mouse'
and a slave is crowned with Prince's title
and one day both are drowned
in the ocean of fake identities
created out of thin air.

Oh what is the new world
Where freindship grows, hatred breeds
love flourishes and nothing is left one day
but a blank screen
that keeps from you all reality !

Oh what is this world of the internet?

                      -Shreenivas (21 Sept.2006)

Celebrations of solitude.....

Celebrations of solitude.....

Very slowly appear the stars 
on the western horizon
one by one.... 

very slowly strike the waves 
by my feet, 
in the slipping sands of a speechless sea

Very slowly moves the ship
on the skyline.. melting in the dark

very slowly smiles your face 
in the darkness of my mind
and night begins its silent celebrations.

                           -Shreenivas (16.09.2006)

Crying is not ...............

Crying is not .....

Crying is not crying..

It is a humble petition
against the contrast of life

Crying is not mere shedding of tears
It is a silent protest against 
the dryness of hearts
that rule the world

Crying is not crying ...
It is the utterance of a prayer
for the grant of a longer life to the 
fast-evaporating dew-drop
a brighter colour to the Rainbow 
of the new covenant 
in changing times
of a changed world

Crying is like asking 
light on a new moon's night
It is praying for love 
in a battlefield

Crying is so varied
yet, so human ! 

Because,
Crying is not crying dear.

It is smiling quietly on the 
helplessness of life.

   -Shrinivas (03-02-2010)

Moments

Moments......

Oh!Those ceremonious, 
pleasant arrivals !Oh ! These quiet, 
painful departures!

What else is life, after all 
but an alternation 
between these two?

My heart reviews

in restrospect,
and packages

the memories
that you have left

behind,
in the archieves

of life.

   -Shreenivas

(18.09.2010)

No rose is alone....

No rose is alone....

No rose is alone 
it is always with a pair 
of two tender leaves
and a thorny bough
to protect the delicate flower.

No rose is alone 
You will see a bee buzzing over it
with the hope of a tiny drop of honey
hidden in the heart of the bud.

No rose is alone 
It has a string of dreams 
hanging by its petals invisibly
and the traces of a sweet fragrance
wafting in the air....

No rose is alone dear,
Because .... In fact, no rose is a rose
Its just the realisation
of a dream that God Himself chose
to realise.
.......Shrinivas (29.01.2010)