Monday, June 28, 2010

Song of Sparrow



On a sunday morning
In the month of June,
When the sky was heavy
with a prodigal sun.

A note on my facebook
Page did pop,
I looked and clicked
As my jaw did drop.

A request t'was sent
from a girl so cute,
A crush I 'd in college
Lost in vain pursuit.

I checked her current status
But nothing I could make.
Her profile wasn't open
For strangers' sake.

I confirmed her, I did.
And gladly sad was I.
So many years did pass,
But I couldn't pass her by!

I went through all her pics,
And scribbled on her wall.
She looked so smugly arty,
Had a fan club called - FOOTBALL.

She hated, I remember
My Beckham and Zidane.
And threw her stupid sonnets
What.... Leda and the Swan.

The prickly puns
She pattered profound,
Had a scorpion's sting
And a woodpecker's sound.

And though t'was hell,
I endured her scorn.
From the grace on her face
To the grandeur in her yawn !

And how I wondered-
Worried in earnest-
Did soccer that she hated
Was now a chief interest?

Her info pages showed
An entirely new avatar.
Time'd brought her things,
That're once for her too far.

An urbane mask'd veiled
A carefree, jubilant charm.
The calm on her visage
and the poise in her form.


How could the glory
of my long adored crush ,
Fade so freaking fast
in a fuzzy white rush?

Grimly glad that her
Moment had arrieved,
To wish for my friendship,
Did make me take some pride !

Though a foolish thing it was,
I knew that mooning'd harm.
But the tiniest pleasures of life
Have freaking, crazy charms!


Never in the past

Did I fancy a future strange,

But memories tread those lanes

Only mysteries make us change.


And then I forgot that
Sunday morning in June,
And the quaint charming hopes,
until December Doomed.

A sudden blow, as though
Laid on my head.
Hatemail tanked
I had my life's dread !

The contacts on my list
Were sent a number of mails.
The sender's name was mine,
And some Holy Obscene details !

With fingers vague
I drafted apologies.
And set upon the hacker
On a wild goose chase !


And then it hit me

On a morning , like an arrow !

The girl I added was but

A Captain Jack Sparrow !


Omkar Kulkarni









Sunday, June 6, 2010

हातावर चुरचुरीत चटका दिल्यावर
फिरून त्याच जखमेला चुंबन देउन
मातुल कर्तव्य दाखवावे तसे तू
परागंदा झालीस डिपार्चर डि मधून

त्या दिवशी पावसात वाफेचे फूत्कार टाकणारी
माझी जखम कुणी पाहिली नाही
पण हळू हळू भळभळणा-या जखमेच्या ओढ्याला
सापडले मुख ह्या कागदावर जिथे ती एकटी नाही.
झरोख्याचे दार उघडते
अन इवला किरण आत येतो
हिरवा गंध दरवळतो अन
बाहेर कोकीळ साद देतो

कुठल्या ऋतूची ही
मोहक पहाट आहे ?
ग्रीष्मातल्या अग्नीत मी
वसंत राग गात आहे