Grateful By Ketaki S. Vaidya

Any given day I would like to revisit you, me and our first encounter you, me and the small talks you, me and the silly youth you, me and wacky dancing you, me and fleeting moments of unknown Any given day I would like to repair you, me and rigid judgments you, me and undue influences you, me and misunderstandings Any given day  I would love to recreate you, me and the lost and found friendship you, me and long lasting talks you, me and discovery of love you, me and dancing heartbeat you, me  and butterflies in stomach you, me and sweet longings Any given day I would love to hold on to you, me and the acceptance of belonging you, me and the promises untold you, me and the sweet pain of love you, me and the never ending pull you, me and the pure, raw romance Any given day I would want to experience you , me and the calmness of love you, me and the oneness of souls you, me and the dimensions beyond you, me and the infinity you , me and the melting identities where you and me bec...

 जाणिव सुखाची देतो  हा गन्ध तुझा उरलेला  दारात फुले माळूनी  तो पारिजात फुललेला  कानात गोडवा आहे  तव खट्याळ त्या बोलांचा  मग जर सहज रक्तिमा येतो  त्यात दोष काय गालांचा  आठवूनी तुझ्या स्पर्शाला  रोम रोम शहारून जाते  काळ जरी तो सरुनी गेला  गोड़ घट्ट राहिले नाते 

 I saw some who never ever touched any substance Few of them took a real good care of themselves but most of them were busy claiming their superiority to those who chose to be careless to those who chose to stay stoned.  But when I looked around and looked within I realized that the one who stayed stoned under the substance  was more straightforward than the one who was stoned anyway under the false ego and pride under the prejudice of some one else's beliefs stoned by their own biases  as blind as the one who was drugged oblivious of the realities stoned under their own baseless fears  of losing what never was theirs fear of losing their reputation in the world which never really mattered to anyone stoned under the thoughts that they mistook for values I found them as helpless as the ones  who were under the influence of substances euphoric to same extent to a drunkard  about the sense of bliss that was never even real!