Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Wake Up...

Wake up…


Wake up at a rainy morning,
The world awaits you.
An earthly lover lurking inside your heart
Wishes to kiss you.
Open your eyes at this lush greenery,
And shiver at these happy zephyrs.
Uncoil yourself out of your cozy bed,
And get ready for a happy day.

Put your hand out of the window,
And hold these aqueous pearls,
Gulp them across your throat,
And efflower like a rose.

Come out under the same rains,
And enjoy the same sky as the lover,
Enjoy the same parrots hovering above,
And the same crows and quills.
Share the same mountains across,
And share the same hills.

Find, thus, nature in your
Concrete apartment,
Find some more love in your
Concrete attachment.
Blink your eyes and destiny
Will blow a spell,
And you will reach paradise,
And find no way to hell.

---------------

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Come into her life!

Come into her life!

Come into her life, dear.
Come into her life.
Your mistress wants to melt in your arms.
Your mistress wants to brood over trivial issues.
Sob over the bitchy conversations of the maids
That she has overheard.
She wants to show to the world
The persona that she celebrates
Through her poems.
She wants to bask in the glory of her choice.

Come into her life, dear.
Come into her life.
Your mistress is waiting for you.
Take her with you,
Not to Utopia,
But the real, bad world;
So that she doesnot become Chinese crockery.
Love her as much as you can,
Till fate coughs a curse,
In the middle of things.
Leave her, unwillingly, among cries
So that she loves you,
Although she wants to hate you;
So that she refuses the desire
To assimilate her self into you.
And sketches her pain
Through her poems,
And basks in the glory of her creativity.

Do come into her life, dear.
Do come into her life.
She needs you to reach destinations.
Come amidst sorrow;
When she needs you the most,
So that your value in her life is retained;
So that she sinks in your arms as soon as she sees you;
So that she enjoys each and every moment
That she has pined for, all this while.

Come into her life, dear.
Come into her life.
Your mistress is waiting for you.
Come soon, come soon,
So that she immortalizes you and your love;
And gifts you with moments of eternity.

-preyasi

Saturday, July 7, 2007

I love thee…

Thou holdeth those eyes,
That holdeth lot of mercy.
A whore finds dignity,
A peasant gets sympathy.

Thou holdeth such eyes,
That holdeth pious horizons.
No drowning, no sinking,
There’s only solitude.

I holdeth searching eyes,
That pine for honesty,
That craves for a knot of love and passion,
I find it in eyes like thine.

Thou tell me I embarrass thee,
By looking in those humanly eyes,
Thy greatness lies in thy humility,
That is why, I love thee!

-preyasi

Saturday, June 23, 2007

तू अशीच हासत रहा...

सतत खळखळणारं, हास्य आहेस तू,
झुळुझुळू निर्झराचं, गान आहेस तू....

हसत असतात तुझे डोळे,
तुझ्या चेह-याचा गोडवा वाढवत.

तू हसतेस, तुझे डोळे हसतात
तू पाहतेस, तुझे डोळे पाणावतात
त्या पाणावलेल्या डोळ्यांतून,
स्नेह सारखा पाझरत असतो.

त्या हस-या डोळ्यातून,
आत्मियता बरसत असते.

त्या सुन्दर डोळ्यातून,
आपुलकी थेंबावत असते.

तुझे डोळे निरखतात, पारख करतात-
वाईट नजर, आत्मिय नजर,
कॊणते खरे, काय खोटे..

तरी बरसतच असतात तुझे डोळे---
फक्त आपुलकी--
फक्त आत्मियता--
फक्त स्नेहच--
फक्त आनंदच

तुझे मोहक, सुन्दर लबाड डोळे
---हसत असतात
--हितगुज करतात
--गोड गोड बोलतात

तुझ्या लोभस डोळ्यांनी,
तुला भरभरून दिलं आहे.
तू अशीच हसत रहा.
तू अशीच फुलत रहा.
तू अशीच फुलवत रहा.
त्या डोळ्यांना जपत रहा
स्नेहा, सतत तू हसत रहा...

--------- अरविंद

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Satisfaction...

Satisfaction…

The satisfaction that you find in my eyes,
Is nothing but the impact of,
The celestial love that you confer upon me.
Never promising the moon and the stars,
You give me what I need the most,
Love and satisfaction!
I found them deep inside your eyes,
And find them even now,
And feel the urge to swim,
In the tranquil waters,
Of your beautiful eyes,
Which lead me towards your soul.

The different colours,
That I saw,
When I was all draped,
During our holy marriage,
Are found right in your nature,
Accompanying you in every move of yours.

This serene calmness of your body,
And the love vrooming,
Throughout your insides,
For me, that your eyes disseminate,
Is what I crave for,
And I am happy being with you,
For this unchanged eye of yours!

-preyasi

This is my plea...

Oh! Dear goddess Laxmi,
You are also called Durga,
You are the same Kali,
You are Saraswati.
This is not a eulogy,
It is my rosary.

Look down on earth, dear,
And on this India, your land,
Of your supremacy, your devotees,
And then look at your daughters,
Look at their plight,
And then look at their sight,
Give them eyes, mother.
So that they look,
At the world, with your eyes,
And not with those,
Of your sons, and their sons!

Then tell your sons, mother,
To devote less to you,
And not think of their females,
As you or someone better,
Teach them, O Ma!
To look at them as human beings,
And tell them,
Not to look them as whores,
If they donot behave like you.
And tell them, Ma Saraswati,
That you still lie on their tongues,
And stop screeching,
Anti – women terms,
In all walks of life.

And lastly, Ma durga,
Teach your earthly daughters,
To be strong like you,
They can’t be exactly like you,
But they can’t be a Murali,
Tell them they are your daughters,
And you are with them,
If time comes to stand against,
Your beloved sons!

Do this Ma, do this,
Your sons and daughters,
All need you.
Come down if you can,
And bring into reality,
This gibberish of mine.

-preyasi

The lioness...

This man who lies here,
Was never mine,
He was always,
Of the wine.
He never looked back at me,
What I did to my children.
It was I, who parented them,
I was both their father and a mother.
I made my identity.

Today, when I see him,
All set for the heavenly abode,
I am forced to look back,
In time, in the gone crisis,
And I lay numb.
He hardly was a part,
Of my life and my cubs.

Now, when they break my bangles,
And pull out my ‘mangalsutra’
He makes me realize,
What he gave me.
He gave me security,
With his ‘sindoor’.
I was a lioness.
I had an identity,
Because his ‘mangalsutra’,
Saved me from the eyes,
Of all those hawks and wolves,
That hovered over me,
To snatch the lives of,
My cubs and me.

And at this moment,
I stare at the hollowness of my society.
A society which called me a lioness,
And praised me for my hardwork,
Appreciated me for changing my times,
For how courageously I changed my crisis into happiness.
And now when my husband lies here unalive,
They pull out my greenery,
And call me a ‘widow’,
And all of a sudden I realize,
The lioness in me ceases to exist…

-preyasi

Monday, April 2, 2007

The Peepal tree...

The peepal tree…

The peepal tree near the old temple,
Is the breathing image of our relationship.
Its aerial roots strike ground as days pass on,
Just as my attachment towards you.
Once rooted, one cannot pull them back,
Just as your attachment towards me!

The peepal tree is a tree,
Where people swear to be together,
To never stay apart!
And tie threads to symbolize this vow!
We, we aren’t bound by all this,
Because the peepal tree near the old temple,
Is a SYMBOL of our relationship!

-preyasi

Saturday, March 31, 2007

लोकल...

सकाळी सुद्धा असंच झालेलं,
८.१४ची लेडिज स्पेशल चुकली,
कारण मी उशीरा पोहोचले,
कारण पिल्लू रडू लागलेलं,
आणि आता बॉस रडत होता,
म्हणून ही दादर-कल्याण ही मुकली...

नशीब माझं, आली लोकल पुढची,
आणि ते ही वेळेवर!
पण देवा रे,ही गर्दी की सर्दी?
वाढतंच चाललीये,थांबतच नाही कुणी...
बायका आहेत की वीरांगणा,
साड्या तर अशा खोचतात कमरेला,
जणू, त्या नाही चढल्या लोकलमध्ये,
तर भारत-चीन मधले संबंध पुन्हा खराब होतील!

कसं बसं आत शिरावं,
तर सीट "क्लेम" करायला,
एक ही "अवेलेबल" नाही,
सगळ्याच उतरणार "लास्ट" स्टॉप ला,
ट्रेन जराशी हल्ली तर,
बसला धकका शेजारच्या गुजरातणीला,
लागली खेकसायला,
माझ्यात भांडण्यासाठीही त्राण नाहीये,
म्हणून मनामनातंच पुटपुटते,
"अगं बाई, गप्प बस,मी स्टॅचु स्टॅचु खेळतेय"

माझी दयनीय अवस्था पाहुन,
चार कॉलेजच्या पोरी एकमेकींत कुजबुजतात,
"वॉट अ बिच"
आता यांना काय गरज तिला शिव्या घालण्याची?
तिला थोडंच कळतंय तुमचं इंग्लिश?

त्यात त्रास वाढवायला,
शेजारचं जेन्ट्स कंपार्टमेन्ट,
त्यांचे भुकेले डोळे पाहून ,
मी लगेच साडीचा पदर सावरते,
आणि कॉलेजच्या त्या मुली,
उगीच स्टाईल मध्ये उभ्या राहतात,
तेवढंच पुरूषांच मनोरंजन!
त्यांच लक्ष असतं,
डब्यातल्या प्रत्येकीकडे,
कुणाचे "असेट्स" किती चांगले ते पाहत,
शरीराची नाही तर निदान डोळ्यांची भूक विझवत...

आणि डब्यातल्या बायका,
त्या माझ्यासारख्याच, स्वतःच्या विश्वात,
सगळं दिसूनही न पाहिल्यासारखं करणार्‍या,
उद्या डब्यात कुठली भाजी?याचा विचार करणार्‍या,
उद्या ८.१४ची लेडिज स्पेशल मिळेल का?
याच्यासाठी प्लॅनींग करणार्‍या!

-प्रेयसी

Monday, March 26, 2007

In the prime of my youth…

I am in the prime of my youth,
I hold a budding flower inside me,
A bud inside my heart!

A lovely look, a killing smile,
Deep, penetrating beautiful eyes,
I am the beautiful, not the seductive,
I am a holy statue, not the charming witch.


I adore myself to the fullest,
Donot wait for someone else,
It is the beauty of my soul,
Which is the most enchanting to me,
When I look into the mirror!

I appreciate appreciations,
I hate clichéd praises of my physicality,
Love my innards and I’ll love you.
My innards love me,And so do I do.

My heart holds a bud,
A Greener one,
Which strives to be evergreen,
I am in the prime of my youth, outwardly,
Inside, I am still younger,
Glaring at my beauty with surprise,
Like a toddler,
At the sight of an aeroplane!

-preyasi

Monday, March 19, 2007

शब्दसुरांच्या झोपडीत...

शब्दसुरांच्या झोपडीत या,
कधी प्रिया तू येशील का?
साद घालता गंधाराची,
पंचमाकडे नेशील का?
व्याकरणात मी चुकता तू,
गोड धपाटा देशील का?
द्वंद्वगीत गाऊन जगाला,
प्रीत आपली दावशील का?
अनूभवांची भेट देऊन,
कवितांमधून बहरशील का?
सूर मागता मी तुझ्याकडे,
आस त्यांची होशील का?
मूर्ख स्वरांना,बेसूर शब्दांना,
तु अचूक बनवशील का?
सुख तुजला मी देता,
समाधान मजला देशील का?
शब्द्सुरांच्या या झोपडीला,
प्रेमाचं महाल बनवशील का?
शब्दसुरांच्या झोपडीवर तू,
आयुष्य तुझे उधळशील का?

-प्रेयसी!

It feels like...

It feels like…


In your embrace, I find solace,
In your arms, a restless tranquility,
It feels as if someone is carassing me,
With a peacock feather…
It feels like heaven,
It feels like a hot ball on a carpet of ice…
An incomplete sculpture finaced with a perfect stone…
When your lips touch mine,
It feels like raspberry juices falling on a thirsty throat…
When you crumple me this way and that,
It feels like grapes being crushed by a godly figure…
When you stand with me in front of the mirror,
It feels like a delicacy served in front of a starving body…
When you kiss me across the body,
It feels like this hunger has melted…
When we sink into each other,
Deeper and deeper,
It feels like a hundred years of pining ends in a moment,
A moment which pulls us towards infinity…

-preyasi

The Binding Vine...

The Binding Vine…

My blush is envied my people around me,
Your love flashing through my eyes is seen by people around me,
Your thought brings a smile onto my face,
And they think I am mad!
Is it the same madness which Meera felt for Kanha?
Is it the same blush that Radha had on her face when she met Krishna?
Does that mean that I, too, am like them?
Is this the reason why Love is called “Divine”?
Is this the reason why Love is called the “Binding Vine”?


-preyasi

Language of the Eyes!

Language of the eyes…

The language of the eyes,
Is the most complicated one,
But a very interesting,
And an addictive one.

It doesn’t wait for cupid to strike,
It is not at all about beautiful eyes!
It is just a medium where two souls speak,
It is not about words, neither courageos nor meek!

It is all about lasting impressions,
It is craving for more and more associations,
It is constant struggle and search,
That ends on a happy note called “Eternity”!

-preyasi

You and I...

You and I…

You and I,
Amidst a foggy greenery,
In those exotic roses,
Flying hand in hand,
Away, far away,
From this human civilization.
Jumping from the pearly clouds,
Swimming down the sea of love,
Playing with the clown fishes,
Kissing every turtle.
Coming back on earth,
To kiss the dews,
That we forgot while swinging from the trees.

Eyeing each other,
And loving through the eyes,
The blushing me,
The smiling you,
Along with us,
Colours of love dissolving,
To form a syrup,
That makes us immortal!

-preyasi

Thursday, March 15, 2007

शब्दांच्या पलिकडे...

शब्दांच्या पलिकडेही एक जग असतं,
तुझ्या मिठीत आल्यावर ते दिसू लागतं,
तिथे समुद्राला नदी येऊन भेटते,
हे सौंदर्य पहायला आपल्याला पापणी मिटावी लागते...

तिथे किनार्यावर एकच नाव असते,
आपला संसार पूर्ण करण्या ती पुरेशी असते,
आपल्याला शुभेच्छा देण्या चंद्र आलेला असतो,
निळाई चांदण्याण्ची आपल्यावर पुष्प वर्षाव करत असते...

सकाळी सूर्य नवी उमेद घेऊन येतो,
आपण इथे कायम सुखीच राहणार याची हमी देऊन जातो,
तू माझ्याशी खोटं - नाटं भांडत नाही,
मीही तुझ्यावर खोटं - नाटं रुसत नाही...

सागर आणि सरितेचा मेळ जिथे होतो,
संगमाच्या त्या ठिकाणी आपण असतो,
न्याहाळत त्यांच्या प्रेमाला आपणही जवळ येतो,
मिठीत एकमेकांच्या स्वतःला संपवत जातो,
मिठीत एकमेकांच्या स्वतःला संपवत जातो...

-प्रेयसी

सांग मला...

कधीतरी माझे श्वास ऎक,
प्रत्येक उच्छ्वासाला तुझंच नाव घेतात ते!
कधीतरी माझ्या एकांताला भेट,
तू जितका स्वतःचा नसशील ,
तितका माझ्या एकांताचा झाला आहेस!
कधीतरी माझे ह्रदयकंप ऎक,
तुझ्याच ह्र्दयकंपाचा नाद ऎकू येईल तुला!
कधीतरी माझ्या डोळ्यांत बघ,
तुझंच रूप दिसेल तुला!
कधीतरी हातात हात घे माझा,
तुझ्या स्पर्शासाठी आतुर या शरीराने,
तुला नाही गारठवलं, तर सांग मला!
कधीतरी माझ्याकडे प्रेमाने बघ,
त्या एका द्रुष्टिक्शेपाने तुला,
माझ्या प्रेमात नाही पाडलं,तर सांग मला!

-प्रेयसी!

We,the men of modern times!

We the men of modern times

We, the men of modern times,
Leading a life worthwhile,
We are ignorant of our knowledge,
And engrossed in our problems.

We are still in search of our identity,
And without a doubt call this sanity,
We die day in,day out,
And say,"wow!!!!What life!!!!"

-preyasi

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

When I met you...

When I met you…

After our meet,
I came home,
Running, and asked God,
Is this the same angel,
For whom I have been waiting?
Is this the same person,
For whom I have been pining?


And God didn’t answer me,
But I experienced a dew drop,
That made my body tremble,
And crumpled me into pieces.

And all this,
Because of one touch if yours,
One smile of yours,
One feel of yours.

I felt your purity,
I felt your sanity,
I felt your identity,
And wanted to merge into it.

But till I could tell you,
You were gone,
Leaving a full moon of common face,
And a smile that makes another day.

-preyasi

Erotica!

Erotica!

Your body encroaching towards me,
Oh! It is such an ecstasy,
You alighting your muscular love onto me,
Wonderful is such slavery…

Holding me tight,
You make path for your lips,
Throughout my body,
Resting your lips on my delicate neck,
You increase my pang for your body.

I feel rejuvenated,
I feel alive,
I find myself breathing,
I feel the thirst to survive!

-preyasi

You and I...

You and I…

You and I,
Amidst a foggy greenery,
In those exotic roses,
Flying hand in hand,
Away, far away,
From this human civilization.
Jumping from the pearly clouds,
Swimming down the sea of love,
Playing with the clown fishes,
Kissing every turtle.
Coming back on earth,
To kiss the dews,
That we forgot while swinging from the trees.

Eyeing each other,
And loving through the eyes,
The blushing me,
The smiling you,
Along with us,
Colours of love dissolving,
To form a syrup,
That makes us immortal!
-preyasi

Monday, March 12, 2007

Your embrace let out many secrets!

Ur embrace let out many secrets

wen i came into ur embrace,
i got lost in a trance,
i found illuminated darkness inside ur body,
n love pouring out of ur heart,

ur body told me how much it pined for me,
ur heart exploded to me how much it loved me,
ur carassing fingers assured me tht they had been searching for me,
ur huge masculine body whispered to me how it starved for the soft feminity in me,

u spoke nothing,
just held me close to u,
ur body n heart did all the talking ,
n ur soul spoke for u,

it came to me,
n touched my soul,
kneeling before us,it said,
it is only our union which can make us, whole....

my soul accepted the request,
n told my heart to beat for u,
my body happily decided,
to offer its temple to you!!!!!

-preyasi

I bow to thee!

I bow to thee

I seek the sunlight that glows from your temple,
I search hope at the corner of your eye,
I crave for the beautiful words that your lips let out,
I pine for your humane touch,
Which transforms me into a nun....

Never felt so pure,
Never found a human form so pure!
What do I call thee?
A friend, an angel, or a celestial being?

An eye, which looks into my soul,
A temple which brightens my being,
A voice that calms my pain,
A soul, which baptizes me into a pure one,

Trust is thy name,
Faith is what thy gift me with...
How do I thank thee?
How do I thank HIM?
-preyasi