मौसम ए ग़ुफ़्तगू

तुम मुझसे ख़फ़ा हो क्यों?
तुम्हारा मौसम क्यों रुखा सा है अब?
गुलाबों सी गीली हँसी रही है हमेशा तुम्हारी
सिर्फ किताबों को न मेहकाओ अब। 

ख़फ़ा तो एक पल की रिमझिम बरसात थी 

जो खुशियाँ ज़माने में फ़ैला गयी 

मेरे मौसम से मैं नहीं हूँ सिर्फ फ़ैज़ी अब 

मेरी क़िताबें ही नहीं, मेरी क़लम ही नहीं 

मेरा सारा वजूद मेहेकता है 

मेहसूस करो मेरे दिल को अपने दिल में 

खुशबू ही खुशबू बस मिलेगी।

साकेत 

कसे सांगू माझे मीपण तुला, सामान्य गुंत्यात्ला… तरीही वेगळा

तो उगाच उनाड फिरत होता 

वाऱ्यावर तो दरवळत होता

प्रेमभंगाची नवी पहाट 

ओझे पंखांवर पेलत होता 

माझ्या हाकेला शब्द मिळूनही 

कंठातून स्वर फुटत नव्हता 

सुखात केलेली ती वचने

दु:खात त्याचे पूर्णत्व शोधीत होता… 

साकेत 

Mon ami

     As I sat by the seashore this evening, cool wind in my hair, an occasional soft tremulous light of the airplanes reflecting on the waters, wild cackle of home bound birds and big fat ladies around made me forget all troubles for a while and smile to myself as if I were mad. 

It was then, that I noticed right beside me, sat on the polished granite, he was smiling beamingly. He caught me completely unawares. Warmth surrounded my shoulders, but stone-cold was he when I touched. I cursed him for being a bad friend, for not being there when most needed. But a loyal friend that he's been, the moon didn't speak much just smiled for no reason telling me he'd always be there to soak me in the moonlit memories, to make me smile.

Saket

First post

This is awkward, like the word awkward itself...or like the awkward first kiss or the first phone call. There's always a first time isn't it?...a beginning for something. I am not sure how this is going to be...this blogging. I've always been fascinated with the idea or writing journals but posting it on the internet and making it quite public is apprehensive. But I'll be courageous now for I've accused myself of being mentally feeble, cold, shy and one with a low self esteem. May be shyness is just an over-sensitivity issue. I don't know. All I yearn for is to break free. I feel I need acceptance but don't want to be a part of the crowd either. I don't even want to stand out extra smart. I suppose I still need time to sort myself out. I don't believe being yourself is so difficult, is it? Because it's too easy to create a scorecard and overlook the ones who have the biggest troubles.
I hate the fact that I've used so many ''I''s in my first post on life in my blog...I am not so full of myself.  Ah well... take it with a pinch of salt, will you? :)