Slices of my daily life

एक वाट  ... पुसट  पाउलखुणांची. एक वीण ... विसविशीत धाग्यांची.  एक घाव ... मिटून गेलेल्या व्रणाचा.  एक डोह ... भेगाळलेल्या तळाचा. आठवणी ! Fading footprints. Threadbare fabric. A parched lake. A cracked mirror. Memories ! I wrote it in Marathi first and then thought of the English version which I'm calling an adaptation since I changed the third and fourth line :)

It has been excruciatingly hot for the last couple of days. Last evening, all of a sudden it started raining heavily and rained for quite a while.  Here's a free-form poem I wrote...in Hindi for the first time ever :) मोटी मोटी बूँदें, और कुछ नन्ही भी... दौडती हुई निकल पडी आसमान से... जैसे के जल्दी हो किसीसे मिलने की... भाग के आ गयी ज़मीन पर... प्यासी मिट्टी में समा गयी... अब बस खुशबू बची है...यादों की.   Here's a loose translation of it in English: Big fat drops...and some tiny ones too Rushed forth from the skies As if in a hurry to meet somebody Quickly ran to the earth Got absorbed in the parched land What remains now is just the fragrance...of memories.