मी.......

रंगात जीवनाच्या मिसळून वाहिले मी,
कळले मला न काही का धुंध जाहले मी

गंधात त्या फुलांच्या, स्पर्शात त्या कळ्यांच्या,
आकाश तारकांच्या संगतीत राहिले मी

ऐकून गूज गाणी, हळुवार हासले मी,
समजून शब्द सारे हरपून राहिले मी

स्मरुनी कधी तुला मी, रचिली नवी कहाणी,
विसरून भान सारे, जणू स्वप्न पाहिले मी

हस्ता कधीच रुसले, रुस्ता कधीच हसले,
ऊन पावसाचा खेळ पाहिला मी

डोळे भरून येता, मिटले हळूच डोळे,
भानावर येता कळले, आसवानी चिम्ब गेले भिजून मी.......

Soulful or tummyfull ;-)

" How good one feels when one is full - how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal - so noble-minded, so kindly-hearted.

It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions. After eggs and bacon, it says, "Work!" After beefsteak and porter, it says, "Sleep!" After a cup of tea (two spoonsful for each cup, and don't let it stand more than three minutes), it says to the brain, "Now, rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature and into life; spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity!"

After hot muffins, it says, "Be dull and soulless, like a beast of the field - a brainless animal, with listless eye, unlit by any ray of fancy, or of hope, or fear, or love, or life." And after brandy, taken in sufficient quantity, it says, "Now, come, fool, grin and tumble, that your fellow-men may laugh - drivel in folly, and splutter in senseless sounds, and show what a helpless ninny is poor man whose wit and will are drowned, like kittens, side by side, in half an inch of alcohol."
We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach. Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment. Then virtue and contentment will come and reign within your heart, unsought by any effort of your own; and you will be a good citizen, a loving husband, and a tender father - a noble, pious man. "

-Three men in a boat (Jerome K Jerome)

A writer's block !

For the last one month, there have been no posts. I have been experiencing what people term as a writer's block. Not exactly, that is. There have been thoughts zooming in and out of my head, yes they have. But then the only thing that has prevented them from being presented here, has been my utter laziness in giving them any form whatsoever. And now that a whole month has gone by without any constructive thinking for that matter, it has been decided (by me and only me, under no pressure from the world, that is) to resume my writing and put an end to the chaos within me, that seems to have found existence in the absence of a channeled outlet. So watch out world, here i come again !