Saturday, December 29, 2007

Yet another beginning

This year ends on a happy note,
For dear ones are close by.
This year will also regret the loss
Of some people, now the past.
Yet another mystery of being,
Yet another journey,
What holds next for you and me
now that one year is gone,
And another promises to begin?

Tuesday, December 25, 2007


The sound of class,
The bench with names and faces,
The smell of the maroon sweater
Worn all thru winter with
just a few washes in between...

The innocence of thought
And the naivity of reason,
The eternity of hope,
The insane, expectant season...

The smell of Mocha,
The strawberry hukka, to be precise;
The silver earring with maroon stone
The soft grey section-C t-shirt,
The evenings in the park...

The moment that is now
Has just lost its recency:
Each second is entering into the past.
The present, if there is anything like that-
Is long gone even before you realise-


No Wheelchair

I thought she won't walk,
But she insisted 'No wheelchair'
She toured the whole garden;

She strolled around, herself.
Seventy-nine and still going strong,
And so- 'No wheelchair!'

Monday, December 24, 2007

Tea time

It's 4.30, yippee...
Let me push away the file and
Sip the yucky machine tea.

My roots

The time is good and
there's not much to complain,
But am missing my roots...

Roots? There's confusion here:
Where do I belong, pray inform...
I speak gujju better

than I speak marathi, but
but I think I think in english;
(yet it suits me most

When I don't think at all...)

The time is good and
there's not much to complain, yet-
Am missing my roots
(Whatever my roots are...)

Jalsa Chhe

Dalwada ane majja boss,
Amdawad, O Amdawad...
Cutting ane jalsa boss...
Amdawad, O Amdawad...

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

He threw a bright red rose at me
I caught it in the rickshaw;
I was but three (or four may be)
And he must have been twenty.
My first romance, how I love the memory.

-Gauri Gharpure
The paper boat sank down
in the muddy brown puddle of rain-
soaky memories...

-Gauri Gharpure

For me or not

The cuckoo sings for me
(Or so do i think? Whatever!)
Yes, I like her song...

-Gauri Gharpure

The good ol' days

A whiff of coffee
hot and strong, one winter morn:
College reminsced...

-Gauri Gharpure

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Not a chance

Love, Love, Love again;
You wont get yet another chance.
I again invite the pain...
Love, Love, Love again.

-Gauri Gharpure

The night learnt a lesson

In that new light of
dawn, night learnt a lesson:
One must leave before it's too long.

-Gauri Gharpure

Love that once was

The dried red rose
scents the pages of my past and
revokes love that once was.

-Gauri Gharpure

My soul

Travelling alone
With just my memories and me
I discovered my soul

-Gauri Gharpure

Monday, December 17, 2007

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When I get old

When I age one day,
Will you be my walking stick?
And find my glasses too?

When I age one day,
Will you still love me the same,
And plant the same kiss?

When I age one day?
Will you still hold my hand and
Still praise my wrinkled face?

When I age one day,
Will you still be my alarm clock
And fight the same fights?

When I age one day,
Will you still sleep with my snores?
And wake up with me at morn?

-Gauri Gharpure

When the tree spoke

I remember when
the tree spoke to me-
A wise, lush green thought.

-Gauri Gharpure

Is this love?

Is this love I ask?
Or tell me what it is then;
Love, or but a mask?

-Gauri Gharpure

How Haiku Happened To Me?

I have always been amused by those witty oneliners behind a truck or a rickshaw. Some are crap, but some are pure philosophy and high-intellect wrapped in the minimum possible words.

While browing the net, I came across a blog which posts under 'Haiku Fridays'. This is a Blog forum started by Christina and Jennifer

Haiku Friday

Click on the above banner and go to the Haiku Fridays site directly to read the rules, and to start your own Haiku experiment.

Here's what you need to do to write a Haiku in a nutshell:

First and third lines must have five syllables, and the middle line must have seven. That's all. You need to convey the thoughts in three lines and no more than nineteen syllables.

Though I intend to test my skills and will stick to the Haiku rules, I will take this blog to write small, sometimes rather abrupt thoughts that come to me in my times of solitude. Something that Unfinished dreams does and for which I very much love to go thru his posts...

So after this preface and all the required linking up, let's finally being the 'Short and Sweet' journey on my new blog.