Writer & Affiliation · लेखक परिचय
मिलींद हरिदासजी भागवत
Corresponding writer मिलींद हरिदासजी भागवत, अध्यापक, जनता विद्यालय व कनिष्ठ महाविद्यालय देवळी, त. देवळी, वर्धा, महाराष्ट्र, (भारत)
About the Work · रचना-परिचय
Disclaimer: This poem is originally written in Marathi and has been translated into English to make it accessible to a wider readership. The translation seeks to preserve the meaning, spirit, and cultural essence of the original poem as faithfully as possible.
Published Work · प्रकाशित रचना
जिव्हा लागी ओढ, तुझ्या पैंजणांची
सुमधुर त्या ध्वनीला, साथ पाऊलांची.
माधुर्य मखमलिंचे, अंथरून वाटेला
प्रतीक्षा फक्त कानी, तुझ्या पाऊलांची
मज करी वेडा, जादू ती जुगलबंदी
निनाद पैंजणांचा, संगत बांगड्यांची
उन्माद या मना, पेटवूनी सौम्य ध्वनी
खुणावते सतत ही चाहूल तू येण्याची
ऋनुझुनू साद येती, हलक्या सांजवेळी
अंगावरी शहारा, नितळ सांझ नभाशी
न्याहाळूनी भारलो, सौंदर्य तुझ्या पावलांचे
खणकण ही पसरली, काहूल ही दर्शनाची
पावसाळी सांझेला, टिपटीपटे पाणी कानी
मिरविते तोरड्यांना, मोहिनी अभिनयांची
छेडी अशी तुझी पायल, माझ्या मनाला
चुंबावे तुझ्या पैंजणांना, नशा ही स्वप्नांची.
My tongue longs to speak, Of your anklets' melody,
That sweet enchanting music, Accompanied by your footsteps.
Spreading the softness of velvet, Along the pathways ahead,
My ears wait only, For the sound of your approaching steps.
It drives me mad—That magical duet,
The resonance of your anklets, In harmony with your bangles.
With their gentle music, They kindle ecstasy within my heart,
Constantly hinting, At the promise of your arrival.
Soft jingling calls arise, In the tender evening hours;
A shiver runs through my being, Beneath the serene twilight sky.
I am overwhelmed, Gazing at the beauty of your feet;
Each tinkling note spreads around, Awakening a yearning for your presence.
On a rainy evening, As droplets softly patter in my ears,
Your anklets seem to parade, The enchantment of graceful gestures.
So playfully does your anklet tease, The depths of my heart,
That I long to kiss those anklets—Intoxicated by the sweetness of dreams.
Writer & Affiliation · लेखक परिचय
मिलींद हरिदासजी भागवत
Corresponding writer मिलींद हरिदासजी भागवत, अध्यापक, जनता विद्यालय व कनिष्ठ महाविद्यालय देवळी, त. देवळी, वर्धा, महाराष्ट्र, (भारत)
About the Work · रचना-परिचय
This poem is originally written in Marathi and has been translated into English to make it accessible to a wider readership. The translation seeks to preserve the meaning, spirit, and cultural essence of the original poem as faithfully as possible.
Published Work · प्रकाशित रचना
काल ची तुझी भेट, स्वप्नापरी वाटे,
हाती गुलाब पुष्प, सोबतीला काटे.
बेशिस्त व्हावे अनं चुंबावे तुझ्या माथी,
शिस्तीचा मुखवटा मला सोडूनी जाती.
कल्पनाच ती फक्त आली असे मनी,
कळले तुला अनं केले मला तू ऋणी.
स्पर्श असा तो, आठवेल मला आता,
नजरेस नजर, लाजवेल तुला आता
बघ माझ्याकडे, विनवणी करू कितीदा,
वळवलेली मान तुझी, बोलते तुझा गजरा.
गुंफलेली फुले जशी माळली वेणीला,
अत्तरासम सुगंध, साजते सौंदर्याला.
वेळेची हाक जशी पडे तुझ्या कानी,
'निघते' म्हणताच, निशब्द होई वाणी.
वेळ कितीसा, दिवस ही पडे अपुरा,
एकांती असता, क्षण आठवणीचा पुरेसा.
आनंदाचे क्षण ते थोडे, हृदयी जपूया,
भेटायाला मन हे वेडे, आनंद विणूया.
यावे उर भरुनी, जायला तू निघताना,
व्हावी पुन्हा भेट, निरोप तुला देताना.
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Our meeting yesterday Feels no less than a dream;
A rose in my hand, Its thorns accompanying the bloom.
I wished to cast aside all restraint, And kiss your forehead in affection,
Yet the mask of discipline, Held me firmly in place.
It was only a fleeting thought, That crossed my mind,
Yet somehow you understood, And left me indebted to your grace.
That gentle touch— I shall remember it for long;
A glance meeting another glance, Would now make even you blush.
Look at me—How many times must I plead?
Your turned-away face speaks, As does the garland in your hair.
The flowers woven together, And adorned in your braid,
Their fragrance, like perfume, Enhances your beauty.
Then time called out softly, And reached your ears;
The moment you said, “I must leave,” Words deserted my lips.
Time was too brief; Even a whole day seemed insufficient.
Yet when alone, A single remembered moment is enough.
Let us cherish those precious moments, Within our hearts;
This restless heart longs to meet again, To weave new strands of joy.
May you leave, With your heart full and content;
And as I bid you farewell, May destiny grant us another meeting.
