Boy and girl

Once upon a time,
there was a boy and girl,
She had pleasing smile n his hairs were little curl,
he was bit tall and she was little small,
Her voice was so musical and his was like thunder,
but together they made wonders.
She had sparkling eyes n he had straightened nose,
she would smile so wide when he would give her rose.
She liked pretty dresses and his were like huge messes,
She had cute dimples and he had teenage pimples,
He was active dug,
She was lazy bug.
They were madly in love,
Like pigeons and Dove,
They were made for each other,
Like heart n heartbeat,
Such was there bond,
She just had to think n he would respond.

ते बालपण मला परत दे

ते बालपण मला परत  दे ते निर्भिन्तेने वागणं , ते आई-बाबा माघे लागणं, ते आईच्या लाळात हासणं, ते बाबांच्या खांदावर बसणं . तो घोडागाडी चा खेळ दे , ते समय ,ती घडी ,तो वेळ दे , ते खिलखिळून हसणारे शन दे , ते सत्य बोलणारे मन दे , चालतांना पडून उठन्याच्या तो धाडस दे, आईच्या कुशीत घेतलेला तो आळस दे , फुलासारखा कोमल तो देह दे , ती भाऊ -बहिणी बरोबर केलेली ती लडाई दे , ती स्वयंपाक-घरावर केलेली चढाई दे , ती डब्यातून चोरून खाललेली किशमिश-काजू दे ,  नंतर आई कडून पडलेली ती छळी छमाछम वाजू दे, खेडण्यात जाणार तो दिवस दे , पूर्ण झोपेच्या त्या रात्री दे , मदमस्त राहणारे ते मन दे , शक्य असेल तर मला परत बालपण दे ....... - पवन मोरे

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सखी माझ्या संगी पावसात येशील का ?

सखी माझ्या संगी पावसात येशील का ?

सखी माझ्या संगी  पावसात येशील का ?
    पावसाच्या थेंब थेंब पानीत चिंब भिजशील का?
        पावसा नंतरच्या पानीत माझ्या संगी कागद्याच्या होडी बरोबर खेळशील का?
            बोल ग सखी माझ्या संगी पावसात येशील का?
        पावसाच्या टीप टीप आवाज आणि ढगांच्या गर्जनेने,
         तैयार झालेल्या त्या मधुर संगीतात माझ्या संगी   नाचशील का?
            वाटेवरच्या त्या चिखलाच्या पानीत माझ्या संगी  खेळशील का?
                बोल ग सखी बोल माझ्या संगी पावसात येशील का?
  
     पावसाने बांधलेल्या आकाश आणि पृथ्वीला जोडणाऱ्या,
         सतरंगी पुलावरून ढगान  पर्यंत चालशील का?
             पाउस पाडल्या नंतर  पळून जाणाऱ्या ढगान बरोबर धावशील का?
                बोल ग सखी बोल माझ्या संगी पावसात येशील का........

        -पवन मोरे

On the other side of riverstream

On the other side of River-stream             One fine morning,                        when the world seemed new,                                  the sun shone bright ,                                      and the grass had dew,             I don't know why,                     my heart was thumping fast,                               never had i felt like this,                                   never it did in my past,              A soft breeze ,                       flowing in air,                             carrying a special essence,                                 which i felt  very rare,             while walking on my way,                       on that perfect day,                          I saw the girl of my dream,                                on the other side of river-stream,            I crossed the river,                      and reached wheres she stood,                             but she had gone already ,                                  vanished in those woods,                Her cute little smile,                      looked like the crescent of the moon,                          I want to see her again ,                              please god give me this boon,              Since that day,                 I wait for her there ,                       On the other side of river-stream                           where i had seen that  beauty so rare..... Pavan More FE Computer Engg. (2009-2010)

Waiting to be myself

Waiting to be myself

I am waiting to be myself,

 with no study books on my shelf,

  waiting for the days that time,

   when my life will only be mine.

I would be free to my wish,
 i would have what i want in my dish,

  when there will be no limit to play,

   whether be it night or day,

Sitting in midnight i imagine,

  that day of my life,

  when my wish will be all,

   everything will be present on my call],

That day when i won't have to study,

 won't have live in room custody,

  when there will be no books,

   mom will not give angry looks,

I will roam around with my friends ,

 looking around streets for new trends,

  with lots of money to spend,

   and thus fun will never end.

That day will be just mine,

 the day when everything i do ,will be fine.

  there will be no test to worry,

   when there will be no need to hurry.

I wish that day would come soon,

 god please give me this boon,

  when there will be no limit for time ,

   and  finally my life will be

              just mine.......--pavan

Few moments

Few moments Few moments i can never forget ,     few moments which i could never get,         few moments i live forever,             few moments just come never, few stolen moments i love,     few fishy moments i shove,         few happy moments i share ,             few adventurous moments of my dare, few loveful moments of love of first sight,     few angry moments of my college fight,         few caring moments of my mother's care,             few snatchy moments for my sister's share, few respectful moments with my dad,     few lively moments with friends i had,         few childish moments with the kids,             few honoured moments for good deeds,     few romantic moments with my wife,             just these few moments make my life..... -pavan..

पहिल्या पावसाचा पहिला श्वास..

 

पहिल्या पावसाचा पहिला श्वास

पहिल्या पावसाचा पहिला श्वास..
थंड थंड वार्‍याचा शीतल आभास..
थेंब थेंब पाण्याने भीजलेले अंग..
आणि हृदयात शिरलेली ती नवी उमंग..

रस्त्यावर वाहणारी पाण्याची सर..
आणि अंगात शिरलेली थर थर..
पावसामधे तो गरम गरम चहा..
आणि सोबत खमंग जलेबि आहा !!!

ये रे ये रे पावसा ची कविता म्हणत ..
प्यार हुआ इकरार हुआ चे गाणे गुणगुणत ..
ढगांच्या गडगाडनार्‍या तालात...
मोरासारखे नाचतो आम्ही खुल्या आकाशात..

चिखलाच्या पाण्यात करतो मस्ती..
अशीच आमची उन्मुक्त हस्ती..
पावसाच्या पाण्यात विसरूनी जातो सारे गम..
आणि पाण्यात उड्या मारतो आम्ही...
ता रा रमपम ..ता रा रमपम ...ता रा रमपम .. :-D :-D

- पवन मोरे