Mangesh Padgaonkar poems

My moments with Mangesh Padgaonkar 1

Some people are very special. We have great ideas about them in our mind. For us, to meet them is just a dream. We just carry some ideas about them which define them according to our information and image built up in our minds. And then, some day, suddenly you come to know that you are going to meet such a person. Then you very closely observe him, get absorbed in him. And then, you find how lame all your imaginations were, how poor all your conceptions were.

Mangesh Padgaonkar is one of the most legendary poets we ever had. I have loved his poems and his words very specially. Those words of Mangesh Padgaonkar created many minute impressions unknowingly on my psyche and have removed chips of my psyche to give me glimpse of my being. suddenly, god (In form of my friend Akshay) created an opportunity for me and I was in a position to spend one entire night and one complete day with this one of the most adorable persons.

Mandar Karanjkar with Mangesh Padgaonkar

The impressions of his presence are still tangible. I know, this is time to sip the aura of Mangesh Padgaonkar rather than writing a post about it. I know, right now I cannot write anything about these intimate moments. So, I am just starting it. I will be sharing all my close observations, many arising feelings in upcoming posts.

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Come, sing and dance…

Open those sleepy eyes and just have a glance,

Why keeping away, come sing and dance…

All world is rejoicing, why are you out of tune?

Put hands in hands and just be a commune…..

This world is burning up, you are also a spark,

Just fall down, without holding a single bark…

Bubbles come and burst and go,

just come and give yourself a throw……

In this world, woven out of non existent threads,

Just leave all the trades….

Each drop is evaporating, you are also in the que

Everything will collapse, in the time due…

The boat is already sinking, Dont miss the chance,

Come here at once, come, sing and dance..

Dohe of Kabir Kabir poems

Dohe of Kabir #5

जाती नं पुछो साधू की पुछ लिजिये ग्यान

मोल करो तलवार का पडा राहन दो म्यान….

(Do not ask a holy man his cast, look at his knowledge. One should always inquire about the sword and not its cover.)

One of the basic problem of human beings is, that they need respect. Any person on this earth strives for some respect, some dignity. It is a true fact that not all of us can always get respect, not all of us are able to earn dignity. So, people start designing other which will give them respect. Cast is one of such parameters.

And then comes the climax when people inquire about cast of a holy man.  Kabir asks us to put all these dogmas aside. Kabir says that a holy man is holy in spite of his cast. By telling this, Kabir wants to tell us that holiness is not of the cast. It does not arise out of the cast. It is there irrespective of the cast of the person.

One never looks at the cover from which the sword is taken out. We are always concerned with the sword, its sharpness and its mettle.  Then why do we do not apply this rule to human beings? Why do we judge human beings based on casts from which they come?

We are still engrossed in these ugly ideas and Kabir, 4oo years ago, tells us that holiness does not come out of cast, it is of that person.

Dohe of Kabir #3

Dohe of Kabir #2






At your feet, no hope remains…….

In the world of desires, fear remains, At your feet, no hope remains….

This is the net, born out of hopes, The one leaves hopes, up copes…

The one who is afraid, of going down, Will not enter, His town…

One who can float, in the sea of uncertainty, will have certainty in plenty….

leaves grow and dry, without fear, Why am I afraid, all in tears?

Those who give hope, I trusted them a lot, And finally, found a broken pot…

At your feet, no hope remains, just pure bliss, in all the veins….


Do Two Exist?

I cut each and every curtain, which does not exist.

I look inside each and everyone, who does not exist.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


I go behind each and every mirror.

I search light inside each chandelier

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


I feel the beauty of each and every person’s breath.

I feel the silence after each and every death.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


I separate each and every thread of the sheet.

Then I watch each and every dot of the thread.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


Each particle of this universe,

sings my song for hours.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


Who cares?

The weaver is on the road, to weave clothes for the abode,

Who cares?

To solve all the complications, to remove all negations,

Who cares?

To show everyone the bliss, to show them what they miss,

Who cares?

He tries to bring the glory, tries to make happy every story,

Who cares?

Remaining are the few days, then he will be on his way,

Who cares?



In the world of darkness, a sun remains…..

In the world mundane, a hope remains…

I sleep in the lap of my Saqi,

Silence remains…..

I love my Saqi, and also her silence….

I love her flask and the drink within….

I love the bubbles,

They can vanish….

I hold the hand of my Saqi….

It has universal vibe within……

Vibe of human pain and anguish…..

I hold the hand,

Only it can release me free……

I dissolve in you, my Saqi…..

Your every breath has my particles….

My every particle has your breath…..



What is this?

The strange smells around, The never heard bells around,

Something beautiful is bound, just to happen….

This internal peace, the greener than ever trees,

It just means, something is going to happen…..

The never seen lights, the never reached flights,

The farthest kites, are flying in the sky…….

This very light, was never so bright,

and yes, no internal fight, what else I want?

Everywhere just abyss, just full of bliss, can you tell me?

What is this?? What is this??

( Poem by Mandar Karanjkar written on 9th April.)


The story of Horizon

A drop….

lying in the soil, watching sky….

the sky wondered, why?

What can be the relation, between a timid drop and the mighty sky?

It could see, the drop watching it, without fail.

It could see, the drop willing to reach there.

The sky laughed, roaring.

Infinite I am, at an unreachable height, try you might.

The timid drop of consciousness was hurt……

With burning desire to show sky its position, the seed grown in a tree…..

Growing and still growing aiming at the sky, was frightened the sky.

The drop said, i will go through you, even higher an higher.

Tearing you through your chest of ego….

Sky realized, he can easily go……

Wait a moment the mighty drop,

I bow down to you it said in a shock.

It was will of a seed unbound,

Thats why, at horizon,

sky touches the ground……..


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Are you?

In the hills and the skies, I was searching….

You were very known, yet unknown……

I was catching you moment to moment…the more I caught, more I lost….

I was looking for you….

In shadows, in mirrors, in temples…But, now I ask…

Who are you?

Where are you?

I again go on inquiring….

Deep within myself…deep within everyone else…..

Deep in the shadows…deep in the oceans…deep in the mountains, I do not spare valleys…..

Now, all questions are dropped and remains just one….