Wednesday, February 9, 2011

kon asen me tevha


2 mahane baki...
mag kutlya mitransobat canteen garavnar
mag kutlya...december cha utopia sathi thambnar
mag me kona sobat tari astana..h.o.d na bagun kon palun janar...

teh divas yetil ka parat..
mitran madech lagaichi sharyat
roj roj navin rag , navin , hasna , navin bolna.....
pan 2 mahinyani hey sampnar...

lec kaltya marun , gadi varun firlelo..
projct ch kam sangun , ticha sobat movie la gelelo
yetil ka hey divas parat..
ayushabarobar zunztana...me hartoi ka college sobat chi sharyat

kharach kharach...
khup lagel manala...jevha kalel
hey divas "NAI" yenar parat


- abhi

Friday, February 4, 2011

If You Forget Me


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

marathi sahitya...tumcha sathi



aaj cha awaj " raj thakre"












Raj thakrey

Raj Shrikant Thackeray (Swar-raj Shrikant Thackeray) (Marathiराज ठाकरे) (born 14 June 1968) is the founder and president of the right-wing Marathi ethnocentric regional political party, the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena ("Maharashtra Reformation Army") in the state ofMaharashtraIndia. He is the nephew of Shiv Sena chief Bal Thackeray, and a cousin of the current Shiv Sena Executive President Uddhav Thackeray.

Raj Thackeray was born on 14 June 1968. His official name is Swarraj Thackeray. His father, Shrikant Thackeray was the younger brother ofShiv Sena supremo Balasaheb Thackeray, and his mother, Kunda Thackeray is the younger sister of Balasaheb Thackeray's wife Meena Thackeray. Raj is married to Sharmila, daughter of the Marathi actor, producer and director Mohan Wagh. They have a son named Amit and a daughter named Urvashi.
Raj Thackeray was schooled at Bal Mohan Vidya Mandir School in the Central Mumbai suburb of Dadar, and graduated from the Sir J.J. College of Art.
Raj is a painter and a cartoonist. When asked what he would have done had he not joined politics Raj Thackeray said: "In my college days, I wanted to work with Walt Disney Studios. I drew cartoons even before my foray in politics. Film making is also a passion. I would have been doing either of these things." Raj operates an infrastructure development company – Matoshree Builders – which operates in Mumbai and its suburbs.
Like his cousin Uddhav Thackeray Raj is also an avid photographer. He has published a photo-biography on his uncle titled 'Bal Keshav Thackeray' - a photo-biography.

ganesh janm yetya....7 tarkhe la


आठवणी


काही आठवणी विसरता येत नाहीत
-- काही आठवणी विसरता येत नाहीत
काही नाती तोडता येत नाहीत....

मानस दुरावली तरी मन नाही दुरावत
चेहरे बदलले तरी ओळख नाही बदलत

वाटा बदल्या तरी ओढ नाही संपत
पावल अडखलली तरी चालण नाही थांबत

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परके झाले तरी आपलेपण नाही सरत

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