To My Mom . . .


God Gave Me Life

You Gave Me Reason To Live


God Gave Me Eyes

You Set My Sight Higher


God Gave Me Wings,

You Powered Them Up


So I Could See & Seek Dreams

So I Can Soar To My Destiny


Your Food Nourished My Body

Your Thoughts Nourished My Soul


At Every Step . . You Have Guided Me To Light

Without You . . I Would Merely Exist . .


You Gave Me Birth . . And Sooo Much More

You Are In Me . . .  In My Blood & Soul


In My Dictionary . . You’re The Synonym Of Love

In My Religion . . You’re The Revered God

Feb 2011.
Wrote this soon after dad's accident and posted it on FB along with his edited pic.


~:  D A D  :~




I WONT SAY GOOD BYE OR HOW MUCH I MISS YOU

I WONT SHED A TEAR  . . . I WONT BREAK DOWN


I WOULD STAND UP AND LOOK HIGH

FOR YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST STAR
 

I WOULD SMILE . . . AND SPREAD JOY

FOR ONLY LOVE CAN HEAL THIS SCAR

 
YOU ARE IN ME . . .

AND ALWAYS AROUND

 
YOU SHOWED ME HOW TO LIVE

NOW EVERY MOMENT I’LL MAKE YOU PROUD


TO THE COOLEST DAD . . .

TO THE MOST BELOVED DAD



MY DAD . . .

Wrote the first para of this when I was playing my favorite swing in my favorite garden (Phalke Smarak) in Nasik. I was 12 years old then and I was shivering with cold in the garden. But I loved that swing and didn't wanna leave it . . . so came up with those first 4 lines to feel stronger.

There was a beautiful garden lamp right in sight straight ahead and I loved swinging in full speed staring at that lamp. It helped me focus. It helped me think of all the things under the sky . . it helped me think about my life. Yeah, I was 12 yrs old only. But ask any 12 yr old and he will tell you how seriously he takes his thoughts & life.That swing with that lamp in front of it . . was my most creative spot. I composed 3 poems at 3 different times while on that swing. I completed remaining of this poem when I was 15 yrs and was going through my old papers and found those 4 lines.

P.S:
My mom had edited the poem for me as my marathi grammar is as good as my handwriting is- Very Bad. I recited this poem at intra-college original poem recitation competition and came runner up. 

Update: For non-marathi viewers
The crux of this poem is that a guy is motivating himself to take up challenges head on and achieve greatness. To stop not, what may come, and mount even the impossible. Its more about believing in yourself as a person with power beyond measure and to remain strong and spirited. The poem inspires through reference of legendary King Shivaji Maharaj and hence the perspective of being a true marathi who is as brave as King Shivaji.
(Note: My father's name is also Shivaji)

Wrote this in my 12th class (17 yrs old) after watching a movie which made me ponder onto my favorite topic . . what is Life?
This is just an analogical take on it after a night full of thinking by the teenage version of me.
My philosophy towards 'Life' has changed after that and its still under continuous evolution . . thanks to Life itself.

~:   L I F E   :~

A  PUZZLE  …

A  HUGE  JIGSAW  PUZZLE
MANY  MANY  PIECES  ,  MANY  MANY  PARTS
ALL  SO  DISTINCT  ,  ALL  SO  DIFFERENT
SEEMINGLY  SO  SEPARATE  ,
STILL  SEAMLESSLY  ,
SYNC  TOGETHER

A  PUZZLE …
A JIGSAW  PUZZLE  .


A  GAME …

THE  TOUGHEST  GAME
NO  RESTARTS  ,  NO  REPLAYS
NO  RULEBOOKS ,  NOR  GUIDELINES
YOU  PLAY  TO  WIN ,  TILL  YOU  LOSE
YOU  DON’T  PLAY  THE  GAME ,
THE  GAME  PLAYS  YOU …

A  GAME …
THE  TOUGHEST  GAME


A  RACE …

THE  LONGEST  RACE
YOU  EAT  THE  TRACK ,
LEAVE  LAPS  BEHIND
DESPITE  A HEADSTART ,
YOU  ARE  MILES  BEHIND
LEGS  WORN  OUT , YOU ARE  TIRED  NOW …
YOU  CAN’T  RUN , BUT  YOU  ALSO  CAN’T  STOP

A  RACE …
THE  LONGEST  RACE


AN  OCEAN …

AN  OCEAN  OF  EMOTIONS
A  RIOT  OF  LAUGHTER , A  RIVER  OF  TEARS
MAGICAL  LOVE , FIERY  JEALOUSY
HOPES  AND  DREAMS ,
LOSS  AND  FAILURE …
THESE  ARE  THE  COLORS , YOUR  MIND  A  CANVASS

YOUR  THOUGHTS  ARE  MASTER ,
YOUR  LIFE  A  MASTERPIECE


ITS  LIFE  -  A  MYSTIC  QUESTION
ITS  LIFE  -  A  SPRING  OF  SURPRISES
ITS  LIFE  -  IT  AMAZES , IT  STARTLES
ITS  LIFE  -  THE  GREATEST  GAMBLE

THIS  IS  LIFE  … 

                            
 -  RASIK  S . PANSARE (Jan 2008)