Here’s why.
Those short bursts of laughter
That uneven walk you try and hide
The way you tremble on a dark night
Cause when you speak to me, time is right.
Those songs you play, only a few thousand times,
Whispering words, without knowing why
The way you first look at things from the corner of your eye.
Cause you try to save lives with an extra smile.
Here’s Why.
-Ajay Tawde
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Ajay rao tumache marathi uttam aahe .mag yapeksha jast changalya kavita Aapan marathit lihu shakal ase vatat naahi kaa?
tyanaa vachak khup milatil aani marathila eka kavilaa mukave laganaar naahi.
kaahi chukale aslyas kshamaswa Deva!
August 1, 2010 at 4:40 am
marathi che vachak khup aahet he mala mahit aahe pan mi itke varsha ingraji che vyakranacha abhyas kela aahe..mala jaare marathi bolata yet asle tari majhe marathi lakhan and vakya prachar ingraji aavdhe changle nahi aahet..mi marathi kavita vachne survat kele aahe (arun kolatkar aani pula) paan marathi lekhanath jo paranth me savtla sudharat nahi to paryant me lihinacha proyog kar nar nahi aahe..
simply because I hate mediocrity..
August 5, 2010 at 9:21 pm
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Thanks a lot Jal…
July 4, 2010 at 2:17 pm
Your poetry is very good.
July 3, 2010 at 7:05 pm