Writing poems

#"Have you ever written poetry? What was your first poem called? Do you believe that poetry is really a 'spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings'? "
#For Indivine 

Yes I have written poetry . My poem are on my blog .. http://pavanspoems.blogspot.in  
My first poem was "Ekach bhet (एकच भेट )" . It's marathi poem . 

"पावसा आधी चालणारी

   तेज वायु सारखी चंचळ,
    झर- झर पावसा सारखी 
      खिड-खिडून हसणारी .... " 

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Poetry is such a medium that a person can write his feeling in the same way that he feels. The efforts that person puts into poem decide how much he/she cares for that topic. Word by word they become a phrase then stanza and then poem .

When i wrote this poem .It was meant for a special person. We had only one meeting and it turns out it imprinted on my heart. I was on roof .There were dark clouds in sky and it started to rain . 

The mood was set and words started to flow. Finger were typing on mobile word by word ,line by line.

And poem was thus composed. 

First thing i did was to call the person and recite . It had come from heart and is closest to my heart eversince. 

The poem was a reply to the her when she had asked to describe her. Well here it was.. 

I was missing her . The emotion was string enough to make a poem ,and it means a lot. 

Poetry is very powerful form of writing . Just we need is those beautifully written lines that touch heart. 

-Pavan More

In the long night

In the long night

When the nights are long     and friends are few, i sit by my window      thinking of you, a silent whisper     and a silent tear and a wish from my heart,     only if you would be here.. sitting beside ,     listening to my heartbeat , where you reside.         Talking to each other , we would walk     when you are tired we would sit in the park. Looking at the twinkling sky, a wishing star would pass, i listen to your wish, and mine you would ask, I would say"I wish you,  if i lie cross my heart through", you shall stare at me for a while, then lowering the eyes,  you would smile. It's too late,.  then you would say, sit for some more time ,  i would pray. Ready to go you would stand, sit a bit more , i would say holding your hand, after a while,  we would walk to your home, your dog would bark at me , seeing a person unknown. Sshh.. you would do ,] and silent it would lay, you would enter your house, and i would walk on my way. How nice it would be , if you were here, these sleepless nights , i can no more bear, lying on my bed i close my eyes, but yet can't sleep after so many tries ,. in the long night, i wish you were  here, smiling for me which is very rare..... --pavan

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