A Life Bounded With Regret,
                 Each Regret Always a Secret


The Regrets Neither known Nor Described,
                 It was Only Later that they were realised

Regrets  always hard to refrain,
Difficult to sustain


Still remains its effect
                In the small looking heart



The regrets of life,
                 We desired to live.


Regrets of the dream,
                 We dreamt to achieve.


Regret of the idea,
                 We thought to pursue.


Regrets of the pain,
                 We wanted to rescue.


Regrets Of the Laugh,
                 Which lasted for a short-while;


Regrets of pleasures,
                  Which ended in no time.


The regrets of loss,
                The loss of love;
The feel to love,
               The feel to be loved.


Regrets of the efforts,
               Which could have been more,


Regrets of the problems ,
               Which could have been solved.


Regrets of the feel,
              Which could have been felt


And LAstly


Regrets of the End,
             Which could have been changed


                                              ---------- Aakash Joshi         { http://aakashjoshi2620.blogspot.in/} my blog

The Time was odd,
            The people were even

We were born,
            From womb to heaven,

With small fingers, cute face;
            We came in the world by god’s grace.

We learnt to walk, then to talk,
            Then to hear and later to bear,

Surrounded by toys And Hampers,
            We were loved, we were pampered.

Life was good, life was going,
                        And there were we, totally enjoying

Nice clothes, tidy hair,
               Tightened boots, roaming here and there,

We slept when we wished,
               We ate at our own risk,

No thinking of what doing next,
              No tension to make the present perfect

The time was good,
                  The mind was free.

The life was going as we destined it to be.
                              That's what meant childhood to me

                                                                                                              ---------  Aakash Joshi

Everything will be better 1 day,
                          Life will get settle 1 day.

Worries will cease 1 day,
                          Happiness will increase 1 day.

Friendship will never be FORMAL someday
                          Loving some 1 will not be treated abnormal 1 day.

Our LIVING will be more sophisticated 1 day.

BUT

Life will be more complicated THAT day

Something's will never ever change that day
                     Something's we be totally unchanged that day

The Essence of HER will remain same that day

                                Her thought would still make me cry that day,
Leading to my eye's getting dry that day

Even than my past would be haunting me as a Ghost

                                      Even till then i might be searching the person,which was never mine and still got lost

                          

                                                                                 ------------------------ Aakash Joshi

With Life,
         We began,
Between Family And friends,
          We ran,
With happiness and sadness we were surrounded,
          In this small world of ours we were grounded,

Love, than was not even in the air,
        Neither did we knew, nor did we cared

But not too soon , nor too late,
      Love too entered my fate,
With a sweet smile, innocent face,
     She came in my life by God's grace,
Chat's and talks,
      Moved to long walks,

Feeling arose, love came,
      Whatever it was ,we never blamed.

Days were good, days were going,
       It was the time we were enjoying,

Her lovely looks, her childish talks ,
      In that i was totally lost.

We were good ,we were great ,
      Life was at its best stage
But ,
Time was Odd
      And was our fate
We left once, and never mate.

Season changed , people changed,
       For whatever happened,whom to blame?

Whom to blame , for the love that lost?
             Whom to blame for the feel that frost?

No one was guilty, none did the theft
        It was only the love, THE LOVE that left.
And so ,

The Love we Had ,
Is now "The Love We HAte"

---------------------------------------------Aakash Joshi

How can i make her feel my Love?
           How can i make it to feel her love?

Neither she is a friend, nor a enemy
                    But i want to make her my destiny


It started formally with a smile,
              But i want this to go long- long miles

Her greyish eyes, Her beautiful face
            She is the lady whom i want to embrace


I want her to be mine,
              Would never leave her any time

But still,

Her cute looks, and love for books      
                  Make me inferior, and drop my hopes

I am feeling the pain
          As  My attempts are going in-vain

Her love made me a Man of thought,
                                 As for the first time  the tears were dropped,

Days are passing in her thoughts,
                   Nights in moaning about her a lot

Hope this will surely end
              With we both having our HAnd-in HAnd


                                                               ----------------------------- Aakash Joshi

In that hours of light when the ocean
adorned us with the kiss of the waves,
affection for its beauty
reformed to a worshiping deity.
Oh my sailor,you've anchored my heart
making me a perfect fit queen of your paradise.
My mind heeded a love song playing on a harp
dreaming of the day walking down the aisle
with bouquets of orchids,pulling down the veil.
Oh my sailor,it's more than a year
that ocean waves hitting your ship
cradle you to sleep,
a sleep for an hour sketching blood lines
in your eyes makes me sigh.
Oh my sailor,sail back home
break your groove,rest sleepy head on *****
get tuned into the lullaby from my heart
walk-in to the land full of love
far away from the seagull squawk
where the cuckoos sings at the sky's first blush
no more frozen sausage you see
nor the ship that roars
black headed gull emptied your tin of nuts
which we bought from a valley hut.
Oh my sailor,sail back home
you're brave as knight and strong as storm
but you are the one my sight do seek
no matter you glide through the ocean
or let the sea breeze to whoosh
sail back away from the wrath of kyaar
and wrap me safe within your arms
Oh my sailor,sail back home.



Written by,
Rekha Antony

To the sailor Ajesh Joshi

Once again its protest time
As the crowds organise
Different ideologies one cause
And the movement galvanise

Some woken from slumber
Some just woke to times
Of these heinous repeat crimes
While to most its irrelevant buzz
Until its their time
For the fire blazes on indiscriminate lines

As the candles lit up—placards rise
"Justice for victim", echoes
In phrases and catchy lines
Can they really make impact
Would be a test of time

For what's constant-
Justice delayed and justice denied


© 2024 Ashutosh Joshi