Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Sailing On My Ship


I went a sailing on my ship
On this beautiful water blue
The calm wind & the clear sky
Everything was so true

I went a sailing on my ship
There was this terrible storm
Wrecking everything in its path
I had to bear its wrath

I was washed ashore
My joints were sore
The tide had gone
The wind was calm

I saw a sailor on his ship
He waved out to me
Said to me let’s make this trip
Just for you & me.

---Rashmi Gore



Saturday, August 4, 2012

The little Raincoat


The Little Raincoat

I got drenched in the rain today,
Once again after many years
All those memories washed out for a while
Were refreshed, as I smiled.

The drops fell on my cheeks
And happiness washed all pain
The mesmerising scent of my dusty city
Was obviously... here again.

The kids ran in their little raincoats
And I urged my friend not to hurry,
Our heads soaked with water as
Our talks filled with laughter.

I wished the road was not paved
And I could get my feet muddy
Just like it was years ago when
I was inside the little raincoat.

My thoughts ran to my mom
When the home inside felt so warm
The smell of hot soup, filling up the house
Those excited chats & the spontaneous laughter.

Placing pots and pans below a leaking roof
Gave us such joy
Watching them get filled up as it thundered
Oh Boy!

Somewhere down the line
I forgot the laughter of childhood-
Just watching a little boat in the puddle
And doing nothing good.

As my hair was getting soaked in water
And the wind brought a shiver
I was thinking all the happy thoughts
When the street looked like a river.

When the gumboots were of no use
As we splashed in the yucky water
And sliding the raincoat hood
Felt even better.

As I looked at my little son in his raincoat
Holding in his hand a small paper boat
Once again after many years
I got drenched in that little raincoat.

Rashmi Gore
4-7-11


Monday, July 30, 2012

तुझ्यासंगे



तुझ्यासंगे
गच्चीत बसून पावसात या ओल्या गार
रेलिंग वरचे थेंब मजेत हसती हजार
पहिल्या या जोरदार  पावसात गरम गरम चहा
दर वर्षी याच गोष्टीचा आनंद होतो पहा
कुंडीतल्या मातीत थेंबे पटापट पडती ओली
त्यांच्या संगे नाचतात हिरवी पाने नि वेली
टपटप टपटप तालावर मन ही नाचे माझे
तुझ्यासंगे पावसात या चिंब भिजावे वाटे
n  रश्मि गोरे
n  १७ -६-१२