Poems for KHUSHI

A young man when comes to know through a test that he is HIV positive... he sings to himself the following song... विश्वासच बसेना, हे कधी संपले? आता तर कुठे गिटार हातात मी घेतले. तारा छेडून सुर लावलाच होता अनोल्ख्या ओळी त्यात मांडल्या च होत्या स्वताच्या. तारा छेडून सुर,लावलाच होता,अपरिचित शब्द त्यात मांडले होते स्वताचे अणि पाहतो तर काय ? आयुष्य संपले . बेरंगी रंगले श्वास का गुंतले,या ह्रुदयात माझ्या स्वप्न का पाहिले ? डोळे हे भरलेले . गीत अधूरे माझे या शब्दात माझे जीवन काय? एक कण, फक्त काही क्षण. By Amit A. Kharat

She said I am good for nothing. But I think I can be good for something. That is the reason to say good bye. She left me alone high and dry. What lacks in me, I went to find. And I found a city of blinding lights. Vision was there but lights were dark, But I could see standing there, My hope without spark. There I found my heart lying down, Bleeding so badly with blood reddish brown. Full of love flowing for my dear, Is that the only thing she could not bear? If it is true then let me take my heart And all my promises, all fell apart. Better, it's worth loving myself. I will better keep it for myself.

Something was wrong somewhere. But what was wrong? I didn't get. Many people were around me. But though I was watching, Empty walls and moving fans on ceilings. People around were talking, smiling, shouting and laughing. Continuous like a cricket commentary. And I was sitting sedimentary. Alone in this stranger's country. Thinking about what to write, On a paper on my left hand side. Yawning and feeling sleepy but ready to write. The slumber on my heavy eyes suddenly disappeared. The noise of students around me suddenly appeared. And I was aware that my proxy got over. What I experienced last one hour approximately, Was the boring stage of my life called 'PROXY'.

I Met A Man I was sweating when I jumped out of my bed It was a nightmare. Reality was shattered and spread. There, I met a man who was a ghost. He kept his hand and said, "Look above". He was really tall. He said,"Love is death. Don't dare to fall". He showed his heart which was burnt. Just like a coal kept near the sun. He was haunted by his love. He was possessed by his own. My love can kill me just like this. I thought to myself for a while. I felt suddenly my heart was removed. I was heavily breathing. I saw, I was sweating. It was a nightmare. Reality was shattered and spread.

So what do you think? To give or not to give? Or, to float or to sink? Don't say 'No' It's not a request. For you it will a quest. But if it is snatched, Then Don't feel Bad. The fire of hunger has reached into head. Can't sleep empty stomach on mattress-less bed. Thousands of years, We have been breaking stones and working on sea docks We are strong enough, our hands have became rocks. Thousands of years, We have been working in filth And feeling like buried beneath. It's not dead volcano so don't dare to tease. Don't dare to poke it, please. Don't say 'No' It's not a request. But if it is snatched, Then Don't feel Bad.

I got in when I woke up, Or I got it in my dream. But I realized something awesome, That I have never seen. Do not know, I woke up and saw it Or I saw it in my dream I saw myself standing in the flowers attain. See it. Night is sleeping, Fragrance is also calm. The sun still not arrived But the air with the song, Coming from so long. And just now the sun has arrived, In the moment of time. As well as the song has come, With the rays that shine. Now this song is standing in front of me. Watching me seriously and laughing at me. Just a second ago my cell has beeped, That song has sent a sweet message to me. "I have knocked your heart door to wake you up, Just one thing to say, Today is my birthday."

Once upon a time, I met a girl on my way to home. She was asking for lift, May be hurry but bot looking troublesome. So there the story starts, The story of my love, The story of my heart. Everyday it happened, Till the time the day came, When she was hurt with my jokes, She was crying and I was numb. She told me the story, Of her care, hatered and love. And I decided to myself, What love is I will show. So to lighten my life, I got a spark. So there the story starts, The story of my love, The story of my heart. Even I did not realize, When she became a friend. She believed in my friendship Which will never end. Then started coffee, paper and pen, I found happiness and I lost my pain. Long drives, dinners and night shows, I was confused, Is it friendship or love? That was the night, I was sitting alone in the dark, So there the story starts, The story of my love, The story of my heart. In all her thought, I became a poet. It was time to propose, I wrote a poem and went ahead. I k...