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Amrapali Tendolkar Poem
The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
In the newly born rainy sunlight.
But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
And day and night this gale roars.
The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
Rainy calamities take its place;
Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
But destiny will always play a hand;
What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
Of normal life, however boring or glum.
Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
Or due to failure remain depression bound.
Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2012
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Amrapali Tendolkar Poem
A number of people set out one day,
Different their origins were, different their heart's desires lay,
But for this once their destination was the same,
And to reach that end, together they came.
The purpose of the journey however was not the same for all,
For some it was fun, others were answering their job calls,
For some it was experience new, for others it was routine,
While some others were after a long time visiting their kith and kin.
Excitement, apprehension or boredom was in their hearts,
Their minds pre occupied with exciting or work related thoughts,
Carrying all the diversity into the sky the flight inhabitants all,
As the pilot was fighting desperately to gain control.
For the entire world it was curiosity and shock profound,
How a huge aircraft suddenly vanished and was not to be found,
26 countries joined in the search,
But day after day revealed nothing much.
The relatives of those people were sick with worry and fear,
Minds filled with apprehension about the fate of their dears,
Hoping against hope for their safety and health,
Praying that they meet them again hearty and hale.
Meanwhile the debris of the plane was apparently found,
With no signs of any survivors of the tragedy around,
Flying in from all sides were various diverse theories,
The real story of the tragedy still remained a mystery.
If its true that none of them are in the survivor state,
Then it is indeed an irony of fate,
Because all of them reached the same destination, same goal,
Alas! It was just not the one they had set out to go.
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2014
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A wish to break free from all the tensions and stress,
Pressure to perform or because of low marks distress,
Bombarding on the brain by parents and all teachers,
The soul of a science student is really much harassed.
A wish to break free from this monotonous schedule round the clock,
From college to tuitions and from tuitions back,
No time for self study, no time to get a grip,
The hectic schedule has all the capacity from the brain hacked.
A wish to break free from the rat race around,
The peer pressure and strain that continuously surround,
The fatal competition that burdens the soul,
Each moment living in fear of losing the ground.
A wish to break free from the inhumane touch,
Of those lecturers who don’t care as much,
As the ones who care but can’t be there,
To show support and encourage and all such.
A wish to break free from the wrongs happening in the world,
The laws and the rules working against certain student lot,
Adding to the already existing pressure on these tender minds,
Making the heads fuming and hot.
A wish to break free from the deep rooted ill logic,
Present in a subject that scatters all its magic,
The memorizing and roting that is so much required,
That makes the studying all the more tragic.
A wish to break free is the soul’s earnest cry,
A wish to break the barriers, to soar and to fly,
A wish to be science-minded individuals by choice, not by force,
And to be found some years hence, where our hearts lie…
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2012
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As the sun dips low into a haze,
A gentle breeze blows & tickles my face,
I relax my forlorn face into a smile,
Forget all my troubles for a while.
I slowly get out of my thoughts' trap,
Let myself fall into the nature's lap,
Its a pleasant weather with a chill in the air,
My most favorite season winter is here.
The pinkish sky & the almost set sun,
Capture my attention on the horizon,
Pretty chirpy birds are seen there too,
Flying away to the tree tops few.
A cold gust of wind blows into my face,
With great joy, against the flow I race,
It freshens me up and clears my mind,
In the company of nature happiness I find.
That's how nature in our lives plays a role,
Offering solace to the forlorn and wounded souls,
Every sight of nature on my wounds is a balm,
And I return to life's battles rejuvenated and calm..
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2015
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Amrapali Tendolkar Poem
I met a number of people one day,
They were from different ages, castes & race,
Had I understood what their eyes had spoken,
I would have realized that they had their hearts broken.
A young girl she was with a brother younger to her,
Their dearest mother was battling the deadly cancer,
The harsh shattering truth they were unable to believe,
That she had just about 6 months more to live.
He was a teenage boy living with only his dad,
But now the father, a heart stroke he had,
Traumatized the boy is with simply the thought,
That he may be about to lose the only parent he had got.
A woman awaiting her husband at night,
Got a call that shattered her entire life,
Her husband got killed in an accident to his car,
Due to another driver who was under the influence of alcohol.
A man was struggling with some inexpressible emotion,
His wife had just died during child birth,
He had to hide his pain & bring up their kid on his own,
Without letting the child ever feel the absence of her mom.
Her brother was her hero, in him she had full faith,
He got killed while trying to save some strangers from death,
She has to steady herself her parents need care,
She needs to wipe her tears & for their sake be there.
The police came to his door one day,
He had to identify the body of his sister, who was raped,
It filled his heart with contempt & hate for those monsters,
Who dared to harm his beloved sister.
Her heart was full of anguish, her eyes filled to the brim,
A miscarriage had ended her motherhood dream,
Her husband was also numb with intense grief,
Their kid had died before it could even begin to live.
She was in shock, her heart was in turmoil,
Her best friend out of helplessness had committed suicide,
She had lost her confidant, her soul mate,
Separated they were forever by death.
So many broken souls I met one day,
They all had feelings no matter what their age, caste or race,
I wish I could not have read what their eyes spoke so far,
Atleast their pain would not have broken my heart!
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2014
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Amrapali Tendolkar Poem
Peace or violence, with humans you never know,
When love will sprout or when seeds of hatred will be sown,
When in humanity & compassion people may find satiety,
Or when the lust to kill will choke up all their pity.
The bitterness in the human heart is like a patch of rust,
More the time you provide for it to go but spread all over it must,
For all the time inadvertently it is exposed & encouraged by all,
Till it begins to loom bigger than the source which started it all.
Peace, harmony & brotherhood prevail in times of trouble,
Which in the company of like men seems to disappear like a bubble,
It is true that in times of need often united they stand,
And peace regales on this Earth as the people live hand in hand.
But at times mad violence destructs this harmony & peace,
Fear & terror of its outcome each person’s face does it kiss,
Someplace this hatred reaps for someplace it had been sown,
And try as you might it never seems destructed however often it is stoned.
But sometimes love overcomes this hatred sown so long,
And love itself sways the people with its lovely song,
And acts of love are done worldwide to make other humans aware,
That love alone may be able to remove all traces of hatred.
Humanity & compassion exist in traces forever,
But it needs a huge catastrophe to make its presence felt all over,
And then unbelievable acts of humanity & kindness are done,
By risking one’s own life to save that of a fellow human.
However merciless killing sometimes throws away this compassion,
When over petty matters are evoked unnecessary flood of emotions,
When sentiments are hurt over religion, creed & caste,
Their intensity provokes acts that threaten to drain away humanity at last.
All this is nothing but the result of a turbulence of emotions,
That creates a cyclone in human heart with vigor & aggression,
Come rain, come storm; keep only love, humanity, peace, compassion & kindness,
& wash away if you can from this human heart all hatred, violence, enemity & bitterness…
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2012
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It was a regular summer afternoon, dull & dreary,
Generally the mood around was tired & weary,
When suddenly the sun disappeared from the sky,
And black clouds from end to end began to glide.
To everyone’s surprise for it was Feb end,
The rain Gods seemed to be setting a strange trend,
For without any kind of warning nuzzle,
There began a gentle incessant drizzle.
Soaked in were the unwary by the sudden shower,
While ominously the black clouds continued to tower,
A flash of lightning, a lone thunder growl,
Amazed further the bemused souls.
Me in the meanwhile having been drenched too,
From my window now soaked in the mesmerizing view,
Saw the beauty, experienced the rains,
Felt the atmosphere with all my senses.
The glowing sky, the glistening trees,
The birds in them looking ill at ease,
The fragrance of wet soil overpowering my mind,
The weather was of a hypnotic kind.
The crisp cool air so fresh to breathe,
With an occasional whiff of a gentle breeze,
Raised up in me a joyous thrill,
As did the rain drops bouncing on my window sill.
At night though in a tone subdued,
The gradual pitter-patter continued,
By which into sleep I was gently lulled,
As into blankets I remained cuddled.
The morning was a sight to see,
The weather was calm, the rain had ceased,
The air was bracing & cool to sniff,
Awoke all my senses with its one whiff.
And the sky, it was such a ravishing sight,
Looking intensely fresh and bright,
The nature in general looked so clean,
As if through a laundry it had been.
At this point I saw towards the horizon,
Where among the multitude of clouds rose the sun,
And as its golden aura it spread around,
I stood there – one soul – silent & spellbound.
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2015
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No peace in life, so much rat race around,
In a world of tension we are drowned,
No time to relax, deadlines surround,
All smiles are replaced by frowns.
Future of the country dangles, politics is in a mess,
Entertainment is also on the rocks,
Match fixing scandals & scams are topics of interest,
Each day a new opportunity for gossip knocks.
The girl child problem, it just refuses to cease,
Rape cases have stopped making news,
Trying to compromise with the situation, with the problem that doesn't decrease,
As issues over the safety of girls continue.
The deadly competition, future of individuals it affects,
All people worried about their families,
Marks, exams, interviews, these are the main suspects,
That refuse to let live a single soul happily.
Worrying about the future, we forget to live in the now,
Worth enjoying are so many moments,
There is so much to smile about, so much to love,
Instead of which over several things we lament.
The chirping of birds, the fragrance of blooming flowers,
The sunrise & sunset over the horizon,
A light cool breeze, or an unexpected rain shower,
The moon, stars all provide our smiles a haven.
The innocence of a kid, the baby's laugh,
The small achievements of their lives,
The wagging tail and the puppies' happy yap,
Can also spontaneously raise a smile.
A mug of coffee, and a book to read,
Or a favourite TV show,
Some time off work, time spent with family,
Will make so many troubles vanish and go.
The presence of a loved one, a hug of care,
Some friendly get togethers & reunions,
The assurance of a trusted someone, saying I'll be there,
Can help to tackle the biggest tensions.
In this fast paced world, we are busy trying to win the race,
Doing our best to avoid loss & defeat,
Amidst all the tensions let’s not forget in our haste,
We have only one life - love it, live it!
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2014
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Numerous times in my mind a question pops,
And whenever it does it troubles me non stop,
Restless it makes me over and over,
And then the fear of death begins to tower.
Impossible it is for me to imagine,
A dead person's after death scene,
What exactly happens when death plays its part?
Does as per mythology an after life start?
Is the soul then consciously aware,
Of his travel to another world through air,
Of the fact that his life on Earth no longer exists,
Of his earlier life cycle gist?
Does he really meet there some unearthly being,
Who recounts to him his life's achievements and misgivings,
And assigns him a place in heaven or in hell,
And then with the rest of inmates does he gell?
Does he meet the other souls of his life,
His parents, grandparents, friends, children, husband or wife,
Those of whom he had lost to this world prior to him,
Does he get to interact there too with his kith and kin?
Does he get to settle old scores,
Or play with his playmates when he gets bored,
Does he get the chance to complete the half left relations,
Or now correct those wrongly made decisions?
Or is he greeted by the God Himself,
Who talks to him, guides him and gives him help,
About his past lives and awaiting future,
Does God become the soul's tutor?
Does the God then make that all important decision,
Of whether to make that soul an angel or back to the Earth to send,
And then does the soul for another life on this Earth go?
What exactly after death happens is all I want to know!
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2013
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The sea waves gently sweep over my feet,
At one end the water and the sky meet,
Into the sea the sun goes for his daily dip,
And from behind the clouds the glowing moon peeps.
Slowly as increases the tide,
The ghost of yesterday walks beside,
Hand-in-hand along it walks,
About my bygone past we talk.
Some lovely moments or fights with dears,
Good or bad memories flooding my eyes with tears,
Triumphs and disasters both had a place,
Gone for the moment but left behind a trace.
Achievements which made me and my family proud,
Regrets being personal buried under a shroud,
Exhilarating moments when dreams came true,
And bouts of realization with lessons learnt new.
People came and left but life moved on,
In vain each time the heart was torn,
Some strickening moments giving sleepless nights,
With the heart and the brain engaged in a fight.
Many moments of pleasure came at times,
And went away leaving behind happy smiles,
Gave small reliefs in times of stress,
Evoked laughter, joy and happiness.
As we talked the memories flashed,
My mind started doing a playback,
As thoughts and reflections filled my mind,
Unknowingly the ghost I left behind.
And before I could turn my steps back that way,
The unforgiving tide came and swept it away,
Slowly I turned ahead, away from the sea,
Towards the mysterious future beckoning me.
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2015
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