नित्य संवत्सरे…

सुर्य आणि चंद्र
अस्ताचा उदय |
पुजा अविरत
ब्रम्हांडाची ||

सुर्य प्रचंडाग्नी
आणि चंद्राची समई |
चाले नित्यनेमी
संध्यापाठ ||

सुवर्णशलाका
संध्या आणि रात्र |
पंचभूते – यज्ञ
किरणाभिषेक ||

अगणित युगे
भव्य कालचक्र |
जन्म मानवाचा
दैवी-विनोदविलास ||

‘ नित्य संवत्सरे
निशी-दिन राते |
जपा नित्यानंदे
ओजा म्हणे || ‘…

_ ओजस.
३१.१२.२०२१
२१.२७

©Ojous Bhavsar

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The Offering…

Burning desires on cremation bed…
Destructing, and Creating again…

A new story of a life…

I watch the sparks flying
with the wings of flying time,
Momentary yet a life eternal…

I stood next to a burning body…

Have you ever heard the sound of fire?
Have you ever felt the warmth of a soul…?

~That day I offered a flower to the fire…

_Ojs.
21.10.21
19.15

© Ojous Bhavsar @speakingsilence9

My Dear Moon…

I ask the green grass and they point their fingers towards the sun…

I look at the Sun and ask for your address…

With a purple light and a turning road, that goes deep, into the forest…

As the rays come down to touch my face,
I close my eyes and a gateway opens…

I touch the flowers in my way and as I walk a few yards more, you appear far away…

Behind the blue sky, like a radiant pearl…

‘I am you and you are me,
And yet your home is so far’…

_Ojs.
19.10.21
21.14

© Ojous Bhavsar@SpeakingSilence.

Image ©Ojous Bhavsar.

नौका…

नौका…

पडणाऱ्या पावसासारख्याच
आठवणी कोसळतात
एकामागून एक
झरझर वाहू लागतात…

पौर्णिमेच्या रात्री
तुझ्या समईचा प्रकाश
पाझरत राहतो अखंड
या माझ्या मंदिरात…

अखंड तेवत असतात
अगणित जीवन ज्योती
एक पवित्र यज्ञ
अगणित आहुती…

अगणित दुःखे
अगणित अश्रू
प्रलयात मिणमिणतो
एक जीवनबिंदू…

क्षणभंगुर आयुष्य
तरीही किती अनंत
काव्यमय ब्रह्मपुत्रा
वाहत राहते नितांत…

कधी फेसाळत
कधी शांत
कधी अगदीच बेताल
कधी गहन, अथांग…

हाकारतो माझी नौका
एक अदृश्य नावाडी
नेतो पैलतिरी
डगमगती जुनी होडी…

ही झाडं, पक्षी, आकाश
त्याचीच गाणी गातात
डोळे बंद करून
मी बनतो प्रकाश…

सूर्यास्त होतो
गंगारती संपते
वाहणारी नौका
समुद्रास जाऊन मिळते…

_ ओजस .

Embarcations of the charcole me…

Charcol on handmade paper…

(Embarcations of The Charcole Me…)

I say what I exactly say
And mean what I exactly do…

These warm desert winds
And the storms within
That speak a different story…

All shadows seem dark but
Every flower has a different story…

Where a day is hot
And night icy & cold…

Honest gestures of naive heart,
And devil’s graceful manners, a cunning art…

What I say is what I mean,
I’m not greedy yet I’m expensive…


I only work in the name of God…

I’m going to go from where I came,
For love is the only way to the gates of heaven…

_Ojs.
20/07/21
19.40

The Letter I never wrote…

The Letter I never wrote…

These days I’m ok somehow…
How are you…? I hope you too…

Memories do linger at some point,
I won’t lie, won’t deny the fact…
And yet somehow I’m ok with that…
How are you…? I hope you too…

I did see moon all scary & dark,
The same that once was tranquil & stark…
These days I don’t walk any street,
The same, the ones we often used to meet…
I do accept, not everything is same…
Nor I wish that It remains the same…

I wish your Sun shines the day bright,
My moon still comes & smiles every night…
Let the old wind whisper in your ear,
To every silent word that I ever utter…

Yet I get carried away some times,
It’s not ‘That’ bad as it feels…
I know you might be building a new world,
Rest assured I’ve picked my pieces well…
And yet somehow I’m ok and great…
Hope you’re doing atleast your best…

Ain’t my words look a little blur?
Sooner or later, it would rain there…
By now, you might have changed many frames,
I’m still ok without any lens…

So yes, How are you doing these days…?
‘Coz I’m doing great… And yet, I wish ‘YOU’ as well…

_Ojs.
06.05.21
06.46

Poetry ©Ojous Bhavsar.

On the new year…

Again my heart sleeps.
Asleep is the night.
Transient love.
Transient life…

_Ojs.
31.12.2020

আবার হৃদয় ঘুমাচ্ছে.

ঘুমাচ্ছে নিশা.

ক্ষণস্থায়ী জীবন.

স্বল্প ভালোবাসা…

May this year be full of love, life and laughter for everyone…❤️

©Ojous Bhavsar.

Speaking Silence ®

Rabindranath, 07.08.2020…

Today is the day when you left to the journey of eleventh horizon…

When I’d be crossing that thin line of realism and enter into abyss, I know we’ll be chanting under the same Banyan tree. Thank you for being that One light where I find my solace that feels like abode…

I still don’t understand, from where all the words come to me… But every time they strike, a river flows in my heart and I become just another tiny drop…

And when that happens, I know that far away somewhere, a part of you greets to a part of me with a poetic smile…

You taught me to speak without words. And no matter how much I speak in silence, Some things will always be left unsaid. Afterall, words are just a part of me and On this day, I offer you nothing but my humble words, Gurudev… As always… Forever…🌼

#Gitanjali #7thAugust #22Shrabon #rabindranath #speakingsilence #ojousbhavsar #tagore

RABINDRANATH THAKUR.

A portrait by ©Ojous Bhavsar.

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चंद्र-विवर…

या अथांग किनाऱ्यावरून
मी खाली डोकावून पाहतो,

हे विचारांचे बुरुज आणि दगड
कोसळत आहेत माझ्यावर…

माझं शरीर त्यांच्या अजस्त्र दडपणाखाली,
मला चीरडतात…

मी पडलोय जमिनीवर,
आणि माझ्या भोवती
साकळतोय हा काळोख,
सिलिंगफॅन सारखेच
विचार गरगरतात…

या विवरात मी कोसळतोय,
खोल खोल विहीर…

या 12:54 च्या चंद्राला
हे पावसाळी ढग झाकोळून टाकतात,
आणि स्तब्ध होतो वारा,
माझ्या विचारांसारखा…

माझ्या श्वासातून आतपर्यंत पोहोचतो,
रात्रीचा हा थंड काळोख…

_ओजस.
०७.०८.२०२०
१२.५४

©Ojous Bhavsar.

(SpeakingSilence®)

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