Poetry

By Rucha Joshi Priya baba, ki adarniya vadil, kaley nahi mala hyatle antar kadhi, Pan antar karave dekhil ka, shevti eekach na toh vyakti Baba aaj sang na mala kasa aheas tu? Sorry, sorry kase ahat tumhi? Tu tukar karu naye babanna, ase aaikta mothe hoto aapan, Ani tevha pasunach baap parka vatu lagto aaplyala Thodya goshti tuzya, thodya mazhya aaikta sangta gammat bhari yaychi, Pan tuzhya ghosti, fakt ghosti navhe tar ti vastustithi hoti. Baba tevha jar ti gosht, gosht mh

By Rucha Joshi Bhatuklicha khel mandila, chulivarchya bhakryancha sugandha darwillla, Sayankali mallikanchya surani ghar sajle Bhaat, bhaaji, amti, chatni, ani bhakryana ghar natle Gharla gharpan yei jevha aaji aapa destat dolya samori, Kay kunas thauk veglich hi maya tayanchi, Gapashtaka rangti mag barayach vishaynvari, Ghar ghar na vate dise nahise jhale jar te samorchya kholivari Khandya varuni jyanchya mi jave shalet, Fer fatka maravayas mag, tech gheun jave baget, Foo

By Rucha Joshi Aakhir Mai hi kyu, sochti hu Mai ye aksar Aur aksar jawab mere pass hota hai nahi Shayad janti hu Mai, shayad manti bhi hu Mai, Aur shayad pata hai ye tumhe Phir kyu, aakhir mai hi kyu? Dil toh dil hai aagaya tumpe, galti thi kya meri, sochti hu ye aksar Pata tha muzhe sab, anjaam kya hoga dil lagaya hai toh tudwana toh hoga, Janti hu, par man nahi sakti. Dilagi chodo, dosti kyu tod rahe ho tum kisi aur ke khatir tum muzhe kyu chod rahe ho? Vo koi aur hoti

By Rucha Joshi Kya majboori rahi hogi een gustakh aakho ki, Kho jaya karti hai jo kisi aur ki aakho Mai Naino ka kya kasoor, kho jaya karti hai yeh toh een haseen raatoon mai Gehrayian bato ki samzhti hu mai, andaza hai muzhe ki kitni takaluf se lafz bahar ane ko taraste hai, par koi agar bhetaar ki ulzhano mai savar jaye toh khone par hi tavaju hogi meri Aaksar mai yu socha karti hu ki kya majboori rahi hogi een gustakh aakhon ki, Kho jaya karti hai jo kisi aur ki aankho m

By Rucha Joshi Bala sangto aaj hya aajobachi gosht tula, Thankun ekant japnyarya mhataryachi tula, Raab- raab rabun sheti karun damlelya, Tari har na manlelya shatkaryachi tula. Lahanpani vihirit gote ghalna soppa Hota, Tarunpani shet nagarna soppa Hota Souppa Hota sausar karna Ani mulana sikayla pargaoni pathavna, soppa hota. Kathin matr mhatarpan, Na dhad lahan hota yeta na dhad motha hota yete, Mi vichar karat rahto, Ekta Ekta ekant japat yha mothya kholyanmadhe Eek

By Rucha Joshi मायेचे ओसर, मायेची मंडळी, मायेची गो लेक तुझी, न थकता बोलणे, विवाद हा कसला, तुझ्याच पोटी जन्म आम्ही हा घेतला. तुझेच हाड-मास तरी, फरक हा कसला? तो लहान, तर्क हा कसला? ज्येष्ठ म्हणून जबाबदाऱ्यांनी दबली ही ओंजळ, न कधी कष्ट न आदर कोणासाठी असे हे त्याचे जीवन. उठल्या-बसल्या काहीतरी करून दाखविण्याची आस, इच्छा मारता-मारता प्रयत्न हेच एकमात्र ध्यास, या कष्टास कारण एकच, की खुलेल कधीतरी त्या ओठावरील कळी अन जाणवेल शाब्बाशीची थपथपी पाठीवरी. न अभ्यासाकडे कल, न कुठल्या

By Rucha Joshi I don't wanna blame, but I were to… I would blame you Yes you, You were the reason I did what I did, I said what I said, I became what I hated, And you were the reason for all of it, You were the reason I trusted someone, You were the reason I cared, You were the reason I romanticized rain, I am how I am now, But you are stuck with who I was before, I am the river whose water flows into oblivion, The water that cannot quench anyone's thirst, Yet, I continue

By Rucha Joshi Eekarthi aneekarthi, lau arth kiti sang mala? Arthat arth kiti, he kalale aaj, lau arth kiti sang mala? Tuzhya rushnyache prakaar bheena-bheena, Chuk mazhi kabul, pan karan kaay he tar sange mal… Eekas eek lagtoch matra, nako sakhi rusu ase, Fatyas kali phute, othavar hasu muke, Galatlya galat theu naye, Sang sakhi, sang mala, Baghuneeya vyatha hi mazhi aashi, aanand hoto tari kiti? By Rucha Joshi

By Rucha Joshi Agar ye Sach Hai ki aakhe baya Kar deti Hai dil-e-haal, Toh ha dekha hai humne unke aakho mai pyaar, Chahe dilagi kehlo chahe ibadat, Mere khuda gawah Hai is jaam-e-mohabbat Ehsas hai hume, par hum mushroof thode, En aakho se, un aakho kelie kuch paigam hai chode, Kabhi wakt mile toh kholkar een aakho ki patti, zhak lena us bagan mai jaha mohabaat ke beech hai humne piroye, Pyaar thoda kaam sahi… tha toh aapko bhi humse, Kyuki har shaam usi bagan mai intezaar

By Rucha Joshi Yha jagat aaplese mhanava asa dekhil kon asta, Khatri Aayushyabhar Purnyachi hi, kon deu shakta? Shevti eekla gadi, eekla marg, rekhava eekla pravas ha, Olakh eeklyadari nahi takvat deh dekhil nijlyavar Aai aai aai…hak marta marta, kinchalat kinkalat jev jalta jalta, Aai yeistor miltat uttara, na vicharlya prashnanchi hi, Ushir fakt nava purta, Chatrachaya ki durlakshyapana ahe vayaktik drushtikon ha, Baal motha hota shevti aaichya papnyankhali Rangi beran

By Subi Sheikh Every house has its own sweet story, One that once stood tall in perfect glory. Each brick was placed with a hopeful dream, Every wall adorned in a decorative theme. Its comfort made it fertile loam, Memories of family shaped it into home. Every corner echoed with whispered tales, Every room held joy that never fails. Get-togethers filled the air with cheer, Laughter and giggles rang far and near. Children raced down corridors bright, Playing their jiggles from

By Subi Sheikh A war is a war— Not yours, not mine. A terrorist stays a terrorist; no fate draws that line. In Pahalgam, the air turned cold, Terrorists struck, their stories untold. Asking religion, turning it a holy ground, Spreading terror and hate unbound. Then the TV screen began to scream, Anchors chasing a TRP dream. Drama sold in glitter and noise, Truth got buried beneath media’s voice. Operation Sindoor lit the sky, As tricolors rose and spirits flew high. But behin

By Subi Sheikh A mother was singing to her child— A lullaby. Constant surveillance and airstrikes Forced her to say goodbye. People once lived with laughter and cheer, Unaware that destruction was near. No one knew their echoes and cries Would be buried beneath shattered skies. The sound of aircraft fills them with fear, For bombs are all they ever hear. The city crumbles, torn apart, Washed away like a work of art. Their nights are haunted, their days the same, Airstrikes ro

By Subi Sheikh The serene magic of wildlife and trees, Capturing moments in standing peaks and dancing seas, Mysteries hidden in clouds and stars— A glimpse of their beauty heals all scars. Each day, the sun adores the earth, Rising with a golden kiss, Unveiling the planet’s splendour without a miss. Each evening, it embraces the world and sets apart, Only to rise again the next morning and restart. But now, the earth cries, pleading for aid, While humans chase wealth and let

By Subi Sheikh Tick-tock, tick-tock, Round the clock. Time and tide wait for none. Excuse me, who asked you? Are you waiting just for fun? Life is fun and mysterious. Live it to the fullest, don’t be too serious. Dear clock, dear clock, Don’t let my schedule block. You are at my service, not my boss. All your hard work—yet no reward, what a loss! Early in the morning at five, you ring. See, I snooze you and sleep again—look, I win! After ten minutes, I wake up as I wish. Are

By Subi Sheikh In my 30s, I sit with dreams and creation, Lost in thoughts of time’s swift transformation. I come from an era of simple delights, Where needs were few, and traditions felt right. Peace filled our hearts as we welcomed all seasons, Finding joy in small things without lavish reasons. We lived with whatever we had, Never longing for luxuries or trends gone mad. Sundays meant cartoons, laughter, and cheer, Not screens and trends that now appear. Being alone filled

By Subi Sheikh Prayagraj, a land of cultural pride, Celebrated Mahakumbh with faith as its guide. Where Ganga, Yamuna, and Saraswati blend, Millions arrived, their sins to mend. With faith in hearts and prayers in mind, The riverbanks shimmers, with lights divine. Belief that one Amrit Snan cleanses within, People toiled day and night, for hearts to win. Chants of devotion filled the air, Spreading faith beyond compare. Despite the stampedes, the surging tide, Spirituality st

By Subi Sheikh Gone are the days when books were our best friends, Now, knowledge is just a click away; it all depends. Education is fading in every corner, And an educated person is left with no honour. Dancing and media influencing have become a game, Everyone chases them for money, glory, and fame. Sense of humour has turned so cheap, While respect, honour, love, and affection lie in a heap. Language is losing its beauty and grace, As leaders divide it, giving it a religio

By Subi Sheikh I want my country to be like this, I want my country to live in bliss. Where every person should care and share, And every judgment should always be fair. Where every religion should freely follow their faith, And there should be no place for enemies or hate. Where everyone is as innocent as a child, And no one behaves so cruel or wild. Where one should care for earth, water, air, and nature, And not a single act should go against their favour. Where educated a

By Simran Malhotra Gushing and treading You hear the current In awe of her grace you approach with caution Ankle deep in frozen water part of you awakens The rest of you is trying to stay stable Feeling along the mossy jagged rocks For pockets of sand The current is strong It carries in its breadth the power to move boulders The pristine water cleanses even the ash Her presence is enough to give you the chills Bow down to her and you will submit She flows from the destroyer L