Dr.Prasad Phatak Keshav Ayurveda clinic.

घर तो अपना होना चाहिये ये बात सही है फिर भी जहां हम आपनो के साथ चैन से रहे जहां हमारे अपने आते जाते हो  वही अपना बसेरा है  ||   घर तो अपना होना चाहिये ये बात सही  है पर जहां पडोस वाले गाली गलोच ना करते हो  गिलास मी धूत चील्लाते ना हो  वही अपना बसेरा है  ||   घर तो अपना होना चाहिये ये बात सही  है   पर जहां पे हमारे भगवान हमारे आगे पीछे हो  उनके अस्तित्व के साथ मन कि शांती बनी हो  वही अपना बसेरा है  ||   We need a house of our own that is for sure where we can live with our beloved ones with piece and our beloved ones keep on visiting. We need a house of our own where neighbors are not abusing after drinking liquor We need a house of our own where the all pervading God is with us creating unending happiness in our minds.

सुख माझे………………… सुख म्हणजे नक्की काय असतं? सुख म्हणजे नक्की काय असतं ? ते मिळवण्यासाठी आधी पैसा मिळवावा लागतो त्याशिवाय ते हाती लागत नाही. म्हणुन उर फ़ुटेस्तो धावावं लागतं आणि पैसा हाती लागेपर्यन्त असं लक्शात येत कि अरे ते तर निसटुन गेलं कि…….. कारण ते होतं बाळाच्या खुदकन हसण्यात, तेव्हा मी इन्ग्लन्ड च्या प्रोजेक्टवर होतो आणि नेट वर ते नेटाने बघत होतो. पण छ्या त्या फ़ेस पुस्तकावर ते बघणं म्हणजे दुधाची तहान ताकावर भागवण्यासारखंच होतं! ॥ १ ॥ म्हणुन उर फ़ुटेस्तो धावावं लागतं आणि पैसा हाती लागेपर्यन्त असं लक्शात येत कि अरे ते तर निसटुन गेलं कि…….. कारण ते होतं भरपुर कष्ट केल्यावर जमिनिवर अन्ग टाकण्यात, पण तेव्हा मला उद्याची कामं आठवायची - आणी अगदी गरीबात गरीबाला पैश्याशिवाय मिळणार्या त्या सुखाला मी अन्तरायचो. स्वप्नात सुद्धा मला अगदी उद्याची डेड लाइन डेड करुन टाकायची ! ॥ २ ॥ म्हणुन उर फ़ुटेस्तो धावावं लागतं आणि पैसा हाती लागेपर्यन्त असं लक्शात येत कि अरे ते तर निसटुन गेलं कि…….. कारण ते होतं बायकोने हातात पाण्याची बाटली देत हळुच नजरेने फ़्लाइन्ग किस देण्यात - पण छ्या ती तर मा...

कलश मेरे अपनो, सुह्रुदो बुन्द आसुकि बस एक हि बहाओ अस्थियों को मेरे मान्डवी मे छोड आओ जगह ऐसी हो जहां आसपास कुछ पेड हो जनम यदी लेना है फिरसे तो झटके से इक पन्छि के ह्रुदय मे मै घुस जांउ इस जहां से ’उस’ जहां तक पलमे मै पहुच जाउं दूर ना हो वो जगह के ऐसे छलान्ग भर मे अपने बाप से मैं मिल ना पावु लहरोन्से उसके खेलकर कुछ पेट मे मैं समा सकुं गहेरे अन्तर में ’जो रतन हैं’ उनको माथे पे लगाउं तेज ग्यान के उसके किरणों से खुद हि मैं खिल उठु कुछ ना हुअ तो बस लाडलो यों न घबराना टुकडे को कागज के इस कलश के कपडे कि जगह बान्ध देना काव्यकार : प्रसाद फाटक

Is this poem written by Rabindranath Tagore or Arbindo Ghosh. Please let me know. The depth of thought is tremendous and words used so precisely conveying the meaning. So the curiosity. Dr. sadanand Chavare This was the response from Dr chavare to my poem 'cloud' I am very much thankfull to Dr Chavare for this question remark I have written a lot till today and received some response too but this one is just beyond my imagination all the 5 poems are written by me Actually I am not a poet and whether all these are poems or what is a big question.But now a days I have tried to pen down my feelings without any poetic touch or poetic knowledge Thx Dr and all other readers On reaching 2000 blog views it is very nice gift for me My tribute to the great poet Tagore I am just a zero in his comparison -- Dr Prasad Phatak

Cloud On the top of the mountain Floating in the clouds Floating in the clouds As if in the seventh heaven What an amusement what a feel Thy surprised by His vast creation around And He the creator He the one and only one Touching thy head With the gentle white cottony arms Like hair of old woman With the same love and affection The clouds Running through thee With the gentle breeze And thee in the complete bliss Of Him Thanking Him for his unending creation Around thee The clouds Entering your body and mind Shedding and cutting all the evil Within thee With a sharp scissor Without a drop of a blood Thee inhaling purest form of air and thought Trying to spread thy arms and catch the cotton In thy hands But He is the one who flees easily away He is not sought in palms but deep in the heart! Flowing around the top of the blue mountains Coming down on the confluence of rivers in the valley Sensing the green leaves Eying upon the naughty beam Of Sun rays ...

Father Is it a cozy feel to be a father Nearing 50 Is it great to grow or is it not? Some feel good some bad Particularly when? When called uncle by the youth. It never gets on my nerves When a pretty gal calls so Han yes ya sure It is a cozy feel to be a father Not by blood but by heart! As a friend to many and to all, it was cool thing But to be a father is cooler. Friends could be jealous could be sexy But fathers are not! Fathers though not most but more pure to their kids As I will be 100 I hope I will be father of the world When Mohammad the waiter at Udupi hotel takes care of my favorite sit and tea He is a dear like a Son to me Regardless of religion & state bars. When Sathe who tops my son’s class leaving him behind in scores I have same pride as if he were my own one It is a cozy feel to be a father My wife at some moment is dear daughter than a wife Her childish smile is so soothening! When a girl is burnt for unilateral love My heart bleed...

Not that I think it will be a heaven on the earth Not the heaven on the earth really. It is going to be a game of good and bad Bad and good are so bound together that it has to be game of brothers to fight But see around how much the evil is reaching the sky Spreading its thorny horns all around All around the sky! Like a huge dinosaur Shadows of evil waving on and on to frighten our kids Out from their beds, out off their beds. So only wish is to fight it out and get a sigh of reliefs for years to come Years to come. And never be scared for the war As it is something that we have to do Deep inside our conscious every day and every night So remove the evil from the heart And make sure to be on the side of good who will vacate the sky from invader to keep it to a small sized pig with less harm a denture and less harm a horn So that our young ones sleep the whole night With same old smiles on their face With same old smiles on their face -by prasad phatak

Jungle raj The rules of the jungle had changed from last some years. The tiger who would go out on hunting for him and for his children when needed, had gone worse than the fox now. He would go on hunting everyday now and then, right from the morning to evening he would keep on hunting. The piles of dead animals’ bodies reached the roof of his cave. Tiger would count the number every day. Now the rules of the jungle had changed a lot, the tiger the king of the jungle kept n number of assistants to catch the pray, almost all foxes got job with him along with some monkeys also. Now the rules of the jungle had changed a lot, the tiger had so much of mutton with him that he had to hire foreign caves to hide it. The foreign caves were so secret that not a single sparrow would enter it to see how much sum is stored out there. Now the rules of the jungle had changed a lot, tiger would ask for anybodies’ wife for a night and he could not turn him down. And if did so, tiger would eat up ...

Bigger home Oh my friends come out of your cocoons Come out of your cocoons o my friends Let us make the whole world as if it is our own nest In our nests we feed our young ones with our own blood Do we drink up their one? So shall we not drag morsel from others’ plates. So that no our loved ones does die of starvation. Do we find our mating with our sisters or in laws? So shall we not find our lust in others’ wives or sisters. Let us fly happily in our larger home Smell the fresh air which is so vast That we could never finish it if we were to drink it. Then why attack on others’ wing to bleed them with sad eyes? The harmony of this big home is sure to please all With no tear left on the earth And be sure it is possible if you start it now. -by prasad phatak

I Just moved out to stroll after completing regular chores keeping an eye on timing to the clinincand other eye on the dark black clouds in the sky.Just it will rain for sometime and I will catch up my workplace as punctually as any other day. After a brief walk sky started some drops here and there around me some catching my body and head. I call hotel Vishw as ' he vishwachi maze ghar'Meaning that the whole world is my house! [So I do not find any other gharoba most probably!] As the bundabandi [drops of rains] started up 2 nd or 3rd gear I turned towards my 2 nd home Vishwa. Fortunately I got my favourite sit where from I can watch the road infront easily. While the waiter kept a hot glass of light tea I could see out the rain was in top gear. I could see it I could hear it and I could smell it I could feel it's touch as the small rushes sprinkled from the window I would like to taste it becoming a small child but i did not ....

Flying bird I flew in the sky sometimes lazily Sometimes merrily Here and there up & down Feeling my lungs with free & fresh air It were the grains that brought me down to earth Many times many times Some called lazy some ugly some loved Like a love bird Bonded with many All friendly all friendly But bound no to cage Wings taking again & again To open sky Back earth was wounded sometimes Bleeding drops flew in the sky With the whirling winds Two hands always smoothened Attracted to the bonds There are good & bad But not that every fruit is bitter Not every hand is with thorn Love the sky love the earth Everything is just joy joy & joy.