हमजोली… #Poem

मैं जो गुनगुनाता हूँ गीत,
क्यूँ ना जाने मेरा ये मीत,
मेरे धङकनोंकी बोली,
क्यूँ न जाने हमजोली
* * *
मेरे सुरोंका ये तराना,
और ये आंसूओंका बहाना,
भरी भावनाओंकी झोली,
क्यूँ न जाने हमजोली
* * *
नजर जब ये मिली थी,
बातें तभी से बनी थी,
नजरोंकी ये आँख-मिचौली,
क्यूँ न जाने हमजोली
* * *
अब जो दूरियाँ बढ़ी है,
अब जो दरारें पड़ी है,
फिर क्यूँ सताती सूरत ये भोली,
क्यूँ न जाने हमजोली


एक दिन वो मुस्कुराकर कह दिए,
काफी दिनों से बात नहीं हुई,
हम भी हँसकर बोलें हाँ,
कभी आँखें चार ही नहीं हुई.
     * * *
वो बोली अब रोज़ करेंगे बातें,
बर्बाद लम्होंको भर निकालेंगे,
हम में थोड़ी उमंग भर आई,
सोचा अब वक़्त अच्छे से गुज़ारेंगे.
     * * *
बातों की जगह बातें रह गयी,
यादें आते आते थम सी गयी,
कब आएगा उनका संदेसा,
सांसें इंतेज़ार करती रह गई.
     * * *
                         — @pbkulkarni

February – Sour n Sweet Memories


10 February 1995

The fateful day when I lost the sky from over my head. And I was too young to understand the consequences of this loss. Over the years, time has made me realize the intensity of this loss. But time has also cooked me, in his absence, to be like him. I am still in the process and myriad things yet need to be imbibed for me to be like him.

It’s been over 17 years now that my father is not with us. But I still remember playing cricket with him in the front yard as a kid. He bought me the whole cricket set and he used to play with me. He taught me Sanskrit, Bhagvad geeta, singing (though it’s hereditary) and showered huge love on me. I have some traits and mentality, which mom says I have picked from him.

A silver lining (optimistically and positively) amongst all this gloomy past is my mother has been the best father a woman could be. In fact a tad bit better. So I would say I had 2 layers of sky above me. Even though I lost one layer, the other layer has been tough like 2 layered sky since then.

1 February 2010

The day I started the journey towards having a sweet and awesome friend. It was January 2010 when I asked her what’s her birth date. At first she refused to tell me anything about it. After conversing for some time, she reluctantly agreed to let me know her birth month – February. I still tried to prod the path and know the birth date, and she was like “You will come to know”.

I even tried to threaten her by saying “If you don’t tell me the birth date, I will wish you for the whole month (on Twitter)”. She didn’t fall for this either and instead was very happy at the prospect of getting wished for the whole month. 😛

On the 7th day of February, she told me it’s her birthday and I can stop wishing her (as I now know the date) if I want. I kept my word and wished her for the whole month anyway 🙂

She then went on to became my very good friend and the saga of friendship grew stronger.



14 February

Another thing about February is “Valentines Day” – the month when cupid injects the love potion into the some and increases their bodily temperature. Sadly whatever bodily temperature increase has happened with me was self injected. Cupid couldn’t find me up until now to inject his magic potion. Sad but true. Hope in the coming Februaries cupid find me 😛

21 February

Marathi is my mother tongue and I am very much proud of it. Now you will ask me what’s special in 21st February? And why I should be proud of my mother tongue. Well, UNESCO on 17th December 1999 declared that 21 February be “International Mother Language Day“.

February is thus a sour and sweet month for me…


Written for Month Of The Year Writing Challenge – Season 03

Alone In Masses…

This loneliness amidst the masses is,

Like a burnt patch in lush greenery,

Like being thirsty while drinking water,

Like being alive and dead at one time

 * * *

Yes, it’s a strange feeling,

Though quite close to heart now,

Lying in one corner of the heart,

Peeking unexpectedly time to time

 * * *

I drink water, stomach quite full,

But still mouth gets dry, in more need

It’s that which needs to be quenched,

 * * *

Atoms dance with each other in unison,

When their frequency matches,

They mix with each other and,

Transform the mechanism of bond

 * * *

It’s important to find a person,

With heart beating at similar frequency,

To understand your emotions and,

To be your friend in true sense

 * * *

No wonder, finding a good friend is very hard.

For that you need matching heartbeats

Because to check the frequency of them

One needs a tuning fork, good resonance

 * * *

— Prasad

Instant Connection… #aros

Recently I was chatting with a friend of mine, for the first time, and I felt like I know her since pretty long time. The comfort zone between us was inexplicable.

At times you feel such connection with some people. You meet them very first time and you feel the instant connection. You feel like this is the friend I was searching. You come across so many people day in and day out, but there are only few with whom you feel this Instant Connection. And I term it as,

“Love at first sight in Friendship”

Yes. Love at first sight in friendship. I do come up with such phrases every now and then. I should get this phrase patented now 🙂

The point being, you do come across some people and you feel why they weren’t in our world before?? At times the connection felt is so strong that you feel like sharing your feelings with them. And they in turn do the same too.

If someone has felt this ever, please cherish it. These are the small joys which we need in our lives to make it more lively and happening. And if someone has not come across this feeling, hang on for some time; you will also come across such person with whom you will feel “Love at first sight in Friendship”. I have been blessed with some certain friends.


I’ve been quite ill-fated about the friends and friendship. I almost always lived by the line, “A friend to all, is friend to none”. But was that really my fault??? I guess I was destined to be like this. You will say that this is unfair to blame it all on my destiny instead of working on it to make some indispensable friendship. You may go a step further and will blame me for not being able to gather some real friends. But this is not that straight and simple.


I always tried to be a good friend to almost everybody. Call me anytime and I was there to solve their problems. But when it was my turn to seek help nobody turned up. Who’s fault is it??? I got hurt that time and now don’t have any regret but in the course FRIENDSHIP got strangled.


I had my group right from nursery to Engineering final year. Everybody envied me and asked how can friendship last this long??? But those friendships were always one sided affairs. Only give and no take affairs for me. Again who’s fault??? Selfishness was the only thing at the root of those friendships, but not by my side. They called me, I never denied to go. They came to me, I never denied help. They spoke behind my back, I never retaliated. But was patient and always at the receiving end. But I am still trying to keep those relations alive, the only thing I’m not interested in it now. I am just carrying it out for formality sake.


Again approached my MBA college expecting I’ll get someone who will stand by me in any situation, who will truly be my friend in need and happy times too. But again dissappointment is what I got. Here I have experienced some bitter sides of relationships. Here again I tried to get real close to someone, be real friend to someone, but fell on my face like never before. I still remember, I had seen a spark of good friendship in a girl, whom I don’t want to name. I approached her, tried to be real good friend of her. But alas she mistook me, took all my approaches in a wrong way. I’m not hurt, because I had expected this kind of turn around of issues in the course.  But the biggest loss here is not loosing a friend but is seeing a FRIENDSHIP getting strangled and maligned.


Here again, I saw some friends, or should I call them one?, who stabbed in my back by calling names and maligning my image. But that I accept as the prize from my destiny. Now I am not worried about getting a good friend, because I know nobody’s there for me. Really, because in this world REAL FRIENDSHIP is non-existant. What you see is the selfish version of it. I’ve learned to live with man’s real friends, Books, Music, Nature and Self. Except these there are no real friends. But I here want to make one point clear, even I am saying this all, I have got some good friends through the course of my life till now. And I really admire and adore them. And I wish they will be always with me in every situation. These good friends are very less in numbers but You know, I’ll again say I am living by the line,” let the friends be less in number but let them be good”.


I don’t want to loose these friends now and I know I’m destined to have them by my side henceforth. I hope they all stick with me.



Prasad B. Kulkarni