Charcoal Sketch

Waves!

Ever wondered what these Waves of sea really want us to signify?

If you ever feel like knowing and understanding them, then just go them, meet them not  by standing in font of them but try sitting with them.

Let them come and meet you.

Let the waves dash you, engross you,encompass you.

Though there is physics and science behind waves, slowly you will realize that they are coming with a strong eternal push from inside the sea, who is coming and trying to express itself.

It is relentless, undying and expressive feeling to hug you, meet you, get diminished to you.

It is coming in such a huge and humongous way that the expression of the force towards you sometimes scares you.

They come with a strong force, but never to prove anything. The force entangled below these waves is so mystical and deep, the pull and push is just beyond contemplation.

Aren't these waves showing you the tussle of power and love?

The power is displayed naturally by their magnanimity and thrust. The huge wave just rises to show its might and grow to its "Self" image. The growth is backed by a strong movement forward. A force which depicts a strong potential force resided within.

Ironically the same wave becomes the most submissive and surrendered to you when it reaches the shore. The shore just releases the might, the power, the thurst within few seconds. It has a capacity to melt the wave to small bubbles and transcend.

A continuous to-an-fro of 'rise of might' and 'surrender to the shores' continues without any halt or any pause. The intensity just increases and decreases.

Such a beautiful lesson of glory, might, surrender and perpetuity is given by tides, and never fails to keep on giving this lesson 'every' time you meet them.

Ameya

आई

आई 

// मोगरा फुलतो, दरवळत एक सुंदर सुवास 

सदा जाणवते त्यात, एक अध्यात्माचा भास //

// तुझे पाऊल पडता क्षणी ह्या दारी 

मोगऱ्यापरी दरवळत राहतो मायेचा सुगंध घरी //

// तुझ्या मायेनी छेडली कोणती ध्वनी 

फुलू लागले देखील 'मुकी कळी' प्रत्येक क्षणी //

//  आज प्रार्थना केली हात जोडुनी मनोमनी 

उमलून नाजूकपणे बहरेल माझी जननी !//

अमेय 

रंग नावाचे अस्त्र

||हा रंग, ही पॅलेट, हा ब्रश....

किती ताकद आहे ह्या अस्त्रात!||

||होय अस्त्रच म्हणता येईल...

फक्त स्वत:वर वापरायचे अस्त्र!||

||अपलीच मरगळ, लोभ, मत्सर ,

अहं ,मी, आणि माझं..च्या कवचाला

छेदुन काढणारं अस्त्र||

||आणि छेदताच...प्रकटतात नवीन किरण,

आतुन उसळी मारुन मोठ्ठी ऊडी घ्यायला||

||दडलेले, आसुसलेले, धगधगते किरण,

उफाळुन स्वत:ला व्यक्त होण्यास आतुर झालेले!||

||एकाच झेपेत माणसाला नव्या विश्वात नेऊन,

ठेवतात हे सामर्थ्य ऊराशी बाळगुन!||

||एकच झेप, आणि मिळाला अथांग सागर,

 कृतज्ञतेच्या अश्रुंना फुटला पाझर||

||ह्यांना गरज आहे फक्त एका प्रयत्नाची,

माझ्यातला "मी" विसर्जन करायची||

अमेय 

Gentlemen Class

I was travelling yesterday evening from Vikhroli to Thane in local, just four stations away. I boarded the first class, just next to ladies compartment. Only a rod wall in between.

A lady was travelling with a small baby in her hand, probably 6-7 months old.
The lady chose to board men's first class with her husband.

As a normal perspective, as everyone would have imagined - Men's first-class means all pushing, bad talks, fighting and all "anti-men" allegations.

However, what I really saw was amazing:

- People near her were asking if she wanted a seat, and within few seconds she was sitting on a seat.

- The lady was trying hard to make her child stop crying. Few people pitched in and voluntarily 

entertained the kid.

- The people standing around the lady ensured that the push of the crowd boarding and alighting the local doesn't reach till the baby.

- When the lady got up to alight from the train, she was given a decent space to alight. People ensured she doesn't get pushed from local.

While this incident was taking place, the next bogie of women's first class were literally 'pushing' all other women and verbal fights over petty issues never stopped.

The lady was "safest" in male first-class!

I would call all the people 'real' gentlemen!

Being  a gentleman doesn't mean wearing expensive suit and flirting with a class only. These people are common people with 'elevated' civic sense!

Made me feel "extremely" proud that I belong to the "Gentleman Class"!

-Ameya

सारेच इथं स्वार्थी

।। ताशा च्या तालावर, सर्व रूळावर धावणारे
स्वतः झुकून, इतरांना सावर म्हणत येणारे।।

।।सरतांना आयुष्याचे मौल्यवान क्षण
त्या क्षणांच्या आस्वादाची झाली विसरण।।

।।आपण बरे आणि आपला क्षेत्रफळ बरा
कशाला माणुसकीच्या नसत्या ऊठाठेवा।।

।।कोणितरी येईल आणि कोणितरी जाईल
स्वार्थाचीच फक्त इथं मजल टिकून राहिल।।

।।आपुलकी पण वाहते तिची वेळ पाहून
तिची वेळ होताच आटते ओहटी लागून।।

।।काय रे देवा, सर्व अल्प संतुष्टात झुकलेले
"मुक्त हस्त" च्या आनंदाला मुकलेले।।

~अमेय

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-Ameya Nisal