Friday, 24 March 2017

SMALL MISTAKES ADDED

SMALL MISTAKES ADDED!

As you take me,
your life goes up in the smoke,
in clouds of grey and white,
someday you shall die of stroke.

I burn at the tip,
give a glow to every bit,
& rule the hearts of rich,
& trick every poor.

I came to you
187 years ago,
I embedded a mark,
one cannot easily let it go.

From stress to happiness,
I don`t leave your back,
slowly & steadily
you shall vanish in my trap.

But you have to pay the price
for the pleasures of fag,
you will soon be weak,
for fresh air you will gag.

I`ve made a web,
web near your heart,
I own your chest,
it`s not easy to pull me apart. 

Tobacco wrapped up thin
& held in paper,
flicking in your mouth,
made you feel safer.

Your skin might wrinkle,
you might soon look old,
small mistakes added, will
put your life on hold.

Hope you realize
your existence is very precious,
for your babies & your wife
for whom you are their whole life.
                                                                                  - Sanjana Bhate.

Saturday, 18 February 2017

EVERYTHING HAD TO CHANGE!

EVERYTHING HAD TO CHANGE!

Journey from first is unforgettable
filled with happiness and joy forever.

We started with pencil & ended with pen
the evident change was a great achievement.

Time files faster, faster than Usain bolt
boards came rolling & rolled with a flow.

Some teachers were sweet, some were delight
some were annoying but always right.

The games we played, the competitions we won
there was always a fight between first and triennial.

The bags were fat though books were thin
but brains overloaded with memories filled.

None of us will come behind, none of us will play pen fight
after 50 years, we all will find, the classrooms need our crying.

Sarees and suits, heels and boats
walking towards the last day, brought tears and wounds.

Muddy puddles and thundering rains
all said,"Please give us a holiday!"

The boats we made & played in the rain
suffered from cough & cold had a different stain.

I wished the years won`t end, we would relish them agian
Unfortunately, everything had to change.
                                                                                                        - SANJANA BHATE

Saturday, 24 December 2016

THE FAKE PROMISE

THE FAKE PROMISE

I REMEMBER THE DAY, YOU HAD PROMISED TO STAY
AND NEVER LEAVE MY WAY WHICH ALWAYS FAILED!
YOU LOOK SO TIRED, YOU LOOK SO PALE
LET`S GO OUT FOR A WALK OR LET`S BAKE A CHOCOLATE CAKE!
THE DAY FULL OF JOY, THE DAY WHICH WILL MAKE ME FLY
JUST YOU, ME AND DAD; I ALWAYS WAIT!
THOUGH THE ALARMS SHOUT, GETTING UP IS YOUR WORK
READING OUT A STORYBOOK WILL BRING YOU SOME PAIN?
I WISH I COULD BECOME A MOBILE, WHICH STAYS BESIDE YOU NOT ONLY FOR A WHILE
ALWAYS IN YOUR HAND AND NEVER LEFT BEHIND.
SLOW DOWN MUMMA, WHY IS THERE SO MUCH FUSS?
I`LL MAKE A CUP OF TEA, COME, SPEND SOME TIME WITH ME.
THOSE DIRTY DISHES CAN WAIT, HEAR OUR DAY
LET`S LAUGH, LET`S TALK, LET`S DO MOON WALK, THERE`S NO HARM IF YOU SPEND WITH US ONE MORE DAY.
THE TIME WON`T STAY, I`LL FLY AWAY
UNFORTUNATELY WE WOULD HAVE JUST OUR EYES TO SAY!!!
                                          - SANJANA BHATE

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

THE STORY OF LOVE AND EGO

THE STORY OF LOVE AND EGO

I belonged to an island sweet and small,
all my feeling friends lived together through every dawn.

Everyone was happy, cool and funny
a big storm disturbed the whole harmony.

The water started rising and we got scared!
LOVE had and idea, he quickly made a keel.

Every feeling boarded the boat, only one was left behind
LOVE got down to see who it was, it was none other than EGO the boss.

Ego was a big fat ball, unable to push in the yacht
in spite of rise in water, love had to do his job.

Everyone requested love to come(in the boat) but love was made to love
he stood till the last through ups and downs though all feelings left the hope.

Slow and steadily love vanished seen dry and dead
he gave his best and never left his job unattended!
                                                                                                     - SANJANA BHATE

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Festival

BRING SOLUTION, KILL POLLUTION!

FESTIVAL!

Festivals are so sweet and strong,
brings the bond of friendship lifelong.

Diwali, Ganesha, Pongal it may be,
brings thermocol, plastic daily.

KEEP AWAY, KEEP AWAY! warns the society,
Nobody should keep away is Indian mentality.

Let us throw away environmental pollution,
by bringing in great big solution.

Lighting our house with lanterns and lights,
use ECO-FRIENDLY paper types.

Cleaning our surrounding we should aim,
spreading awareness we should gain!
                                                                           - SANJANA BHATE

Friday, 26 August 2016

Should I call you an angel?

SHOULD I CALL YOU AN ANGEL?

My mother is a flower garden
of blue, green and red.
I cannot reach to that perfection,
through love or care!
Letting go rude things is her motto,
achieving peace and unity she aims!
Giving her best, she always tries,
nurturing my sweet heart she does.
Encouraging and making me strong
is what she has achieved,
I love you so much my Angel!
She`s always in my heart,
even if we argue, we`ll never be apart!
Her absence kills me,
Her presence annoys.
I love you from bottom of my heart
I will never let you go or lose your way out
because you will be there,
standing with pride and shining eyes,
view of world very dim
with a shinning star of your princess glim!
                                                     - Sanjana Bhate

Monday, 8 August 2016

Life Partner

Life Partner

Life partner is the one who cares
and not the one who scares!
But for her it`s always pain,
she is alone to face the hurricane.

Life partner always supports,
not the one who throws.
A respectful and happy life
was what she always goaled!

Life partner is the one who loves
not the one who scores,
a healthy and peaceful life
was the only thing she owned.

Life partner is the one who praises
and not the one who blazes.
He loves others just for their beauty
and breaks her heart which is filthy!
                                                             - Vishnu Rawat