• In a jiffy of serenity

    I step on the ocean floor,
    the cool breeze contents,
    golden dust on my toiling feet,
    at the fringe a fiddle sloshes.

    I gather gems and shells,
    folding my palms into a pormonteau,
    detesting trinkets that I harvest,
    a tint of silver lining unwinding into a filigree.

    Closing my colors like a petrified statue,
    I have not any sweats or qualms,
    I seclude from the avaricious and benevolent,
    blue chum alluding an attic of infinite hours.

    A poem by Atharva Gadre.

  • Shri Ram Mandir

    A country of cultures and histories,
    a land of many patriots and poets,
    soil of plentiful artisans and peasants,
    the nation of holy moor and pride.

    Firing a history of many ages,
    to mark the chapter for the youths,
    honouring and reviving the greatest story of all times,
    our honour, pride and culture

    SHRI. RAM MANDIR.

    JAI SHRI RAM!

  • Citylights

    On the top of the crest,
    I shedded under an old pine tree,
    tracking the sparkling citylights,
    dim and glow.

    The citylights coalesced here and there,
    rushing on the dark paths to lighten them,
    taking the most bizzare routes of the road,
    upon an endless unknown journey.

    The dazzling stones felt satisfied and calm,
    they glowed and awakened a little of me,
    I rolled down along the river shore,
    locating towards the little town.

    Oh! I left the heart of the crest!
    the chirping of crickets and beetles,
    the gurgle song of the river,
    the white lit stars and the cool and composed breeze!

  • THE MIRACLE GEM

    O Lord! It is raining!
    the diamonds, pearls and stones,
    all over the holy moor,
    long miles away for the rare smiles.

    Green, green and greenery,
    the green lives blush,
    the jolly creature on the tree,
    happily hopping hanging its tail.

    Under the Banyan tree,
    the tea venders settle,
    warm, fluffy scarf on the souls,
    sipping smoothly the fragrant freshness.

    The pure marbles fall upon,
    the fragrance of the soil roams and rolls,
    crystal tears in the braveman,
    satisfied, sacrificed and sacred cry.

    The atmosphere blooms!
    freshfull, pure and positive,
    the setting sun sparkles and shines,
    slowly and steadily the cool breeze calms.

    Oh Lord! It is such a miracle,
    colour camouflaging beauty of the nature,
    the nature, the learn for all beings,
    cool, calm, composed and pure.

  • Old Aged Times

    Life is a very long track,
    of the fresh moments and the memories,
    the miracles and the blessings,
    about the rich and the poor times.

    In the long journey,
    exists a span of struggle,
    an extraordinary loop of life,
    the timeless old aged times.

    The sufferings in the struggle,
    the sharp curves of the path,
    the pain that emerges,
    the unbearable of the end.

    With zero satisfaction,
    with no hopes to survive,
    still trying not to starve,
    bunch of strength and a brave heart.

    The time has its wings,
    bulky laughter and sweet scenes,
    freshly brewed to the buffer,
    sipping them till the infinite.

    The scary and the shivering future,
    the trap of not the end,
    the well cherished memories,
    a call to live infinite times ahead.

  • Life Lady

    Life Lady

    I melted my heart for you,
    you have given me thousand more hearts,
    you taught me the bitter and the true,
    I have learnt a pinch of arts.

    I have memorized some of the stuffs,
    you have gone through the whole world,
    you have secured me in the throughs,
    I have discovered a little by my probe.

    I have a ‘no care’ for this world,
    you have beared a bunch of happenings,
    you have moulded an antique from the mud,
    I simply smile on your plantlet laughings.

    I am blind of your miracles,
    you are the life roam merry,
    you hold infinite magicals,
    you are my mysterious ‘Life Lady’.

    A poem by Atharva Gadre

  • The Barrington Scam – II

    Harris Moves to Nadam

    Commissioner “This girl is acting very smart!! Call the police department in Nadam and tell all about this case!” Harris interrupts “Sir please don’t do it!…I have a plan…” Eleana lived with her mom in a small cottage. Her mom started a cooking business and sells cakes, icecreams and chocolates to the customers in the village and earns money. Eleana visited the Eastern Park every Sunday to memorise the last incident with her mother in the park of Barrington. After some days Eleana again visited the park and there she met a person with a wild moustache and a grey coloured hat. Eleana recognised that person. Eleana shockingly “Is that Harris?!” Harris answered “Absolutely!!” Eleana asked “What are you doing here?” Harris clearred his throat “Actually…I want to write a book on scams and mysteries and I think your story is the best for this plot…for that I wanna here whole story from the place you met me till now and for your information you are on a charge of blast case in Nadam!” Eleana asked “Why should I tell you everything?” Harris replied “You have to or else I will call the police” Eleana sighes “Can we sit in a place and talk?” Harris replied “Sure!”

    The First Heartbreak

    Eleana told “Truly speaking…you have found much about me…how did you know that I visit this park?” Harris replied “Because this is the only famous park in whole Nadam!” Eleana laughed “You are quit intelligent!” Harris confidently said “I know!” Harris took out a pocket diary and an ink pen from his pocket. Harris wrote and said “Hmm…Tell me now…” Eleana asked “What?” Harris answered “Your incomplete story!” Eleana asked “Which incomplete story?” Harris told “Eleana please don’t at all the be smart with me…I can call police right now and then you will be in jail…do you know why did I believe your story from the first day?” Eleana asked “Why?” Harris “Because my daughter went with the same fate…she was just like you and was arrested for a fake case and she did suicide in the central jail and I was left by God all alone…please tell now…” Eleana accepted “Fine… I will tell you my story’s first heartbreak…” Harris excitedly “What?” Eleana “My stepfather is a…leader Of Republic party in Barrington!” Harris “What?!!”

    The Scam Story

    Eleana continued “Yes, he is the real head of this whole scam…” Harris asked “But how did this scam happen?” Eleana answered “My stepfather is a leader of Republic party…and the owner of the Mall of Barrington is the leader of opposition party of Barrington. My father offered me a lot of money to do it. And I could not deny it as I wanted to see me and mother being settled in a village…and my dream is completed…” Harris shockingly asked “And…what about the Nadam blast? Eleana “It was done by me” Harris “But why?” Eleana “It was told by my father and he gave thirty lack ruppee to do it. The place of blast in Nadam was owned by my father itself. He told me to do so that the opposition party does not get suspicious on my father’s plan. So from the blast the media could conclude that the the blasts are not done by any party and it is not a scam.” Harris ” Quiet a smart plan!” Eleana “Yes, but not done by me”

    The Twist of Harris

    Harris said “You are a very smart girl Eleana, but not as smart as as me” Eleana told “But my father… The whole scam…” Harris with a cringe smile “Don’t you talk more about me! This is indead your father, idiot!” Eleana in a confusion “What?!” Harris said “Check this out!” Harris removes an identity card from his pocket. Eleana keenly observed it. Eleana shockingly “Pops??!” Harris attitudely said “I looked more hansome in my earlier face” Eleana continued “But how did you…” Harris interrepted”Sshhh…. Our next flight to Borrengton”. 

  • The Barrington Scam – I

    19th July 2003, 5 months after the case of Barrington serial blast. The case was not still solved and the media held police department responsible for the irresponsibility of Barrington blast case. The police investigated this case and they finally found some witness who could provide them some information. The police inspector entered the commissioner’s cabin and told him about the current reports of the blast case. The police officer kept all the reports on commissioner’s table. He asked him to read all the reports very thoroughly as even the pinch of the evidence was very important. The commissioner said that he did have much time to read all the reports. He told police inspector to tell him the most important evidence which could turn the whole case. The police inspector told him that, before Eleana escaped to Nadam, she stayed for three days with a famous writer named Harris. The commissioner was shocked and he immediately ordered the inspector to arrest him and bring him in here for his investigation and statement.
    The police entered the Writer’s home. The police says “We are here for the investigation of Barrington blast case and the suspect of this case was a girl who stayed in your room for past three days.” Harris replies “Alright! But then, don’t at all be physical with me”. The police inspector laughs “The situation will soon tell.”

    Writer’s Statement

    The police inspector took Harris to the commissioner’s office. The Commissioner pointed at him “Please sit down!” Harris sat down and clearing his throat “Please tell me, for what is all this?” The commissioner “We are investigating a case called Barrington Blast case and we have got only one suspect who stayed at your house room for three days. So please tell me whatever you know about her.” Harris replies “OK, but I should not be criticised in the media for this case.” The commissioner “We’ll take care of that.” Harris continous “Before coming to my house she lived happily with her mother, who was a make up artist…”

    Eleana’s Life Story

    Harris “She used to visit Stephen Studio where her mother worked as a make up artist after attending her college.”
    Eleana entered her mother’s make up room. Mother “You came a bit late today. Did something happen in college?” Eleana “Nothing much mom, we had gathering in our college so I was a bit late.” Mother “ok.” Eleana with a suspicious expression “Can I ask you something?” Mother turned her head up and down and with a suspicious voice “Is it Sunset park?” Eleana “Yes mom!” Mother “Eleana, I am very busy today, in fact I will not be able to come at home and prepare dinner you have to prepare by yourself!” Eleana ” Mom, please!” Mother ” Eleana, I promise we will definitely go tomorrow. Now, you should go home, prepare your dinner and go to sleep.” Eleana with a satisfactory voice replies “OK mom…”. Eleana left the room with not much satisfaction. The next day Eleana and her mom visited sunset park in the evening. They peacefully observed the sunset. The police came in the park and saw Eleana. The police “Excuse me madam.” Mother “yes?!” Actually we are here to arrest Eleana Dronsif on the charge of Barrington Cemane Mall blast which did happen yesterday 7:53 pm.” Mother “But we don’t know anything about the blast!” The police ” Madam, it’s commissioner’s order. We have seen CCTV footage and it’s clearly seen that Eleana keeps her bag on the bench, then she runs to emergency exit and after five minutes everything explodes and turns into ash. Her mother was shocked “Eleana, is it true?” Eleana replied “I don’t know mom…” Mother “Where were you yesterday evening?” Eleana “Mom…” Mother ” Tell me!” Eleana ” I was at…” Mother “Police arrest her, she is not at all worth for anything, she is just like her fa…” Eleana crying “Mom stop it! Please don’t arrest me Sir, I don’t know anything!” Mother crying “You just go to hell…you are no more a daughter to me…”

    Eleana’s role in writer’s life

    Harris “Then, she was held guilty by the court and sent to jail for 5 years. It was very difficult for her to get the bail because she was arrested on terrorist act. She was employed to work like all other jailers. Then there came a jailer who was arrested on a fake charge of murder. He was also of her age and they became very close friends. Eleana planned to escape from jail. She and her friend made a drilling tool which could drill the walls of the jail. One night they both drilled the wall at the back of the jail and escaped from the jail successfully. She told her friend to take a different path and go to a safe place. From the distance of two kilometers from the central jail was my home and I had advertised that there was one room for the living of one person. She hurrily came to my house and rang the bell. I opened the door and I knew that she was Eleana as shown in news.” Eleana “Sir, I want help!” Harris worriedly “Are you Eleana?” Eleana “Yes sir! Sir, please take me in!” Harris “If you wanna come in here, then you have to tell me everything what had happened with you.” My plan was that once I hear her nonsence I would call the police and then she would get arrested. But after hearing her whole story I decided to help her because I knew that she was correct and was not guilty. Her main intension was to settle her mother and herself to another country. So I also booked the tickets for her as she wanted to have a peaceful family in Nadam.” Another police inspector banged the door “Excuse me Sir.” Commissioner “Hmm…Tell me…” Inspector “We have a bad news…” Commissioner “What?” Inspector “Serial blasts in Nadam…” Commissioner shockingly “What?!”

  • Patent Fighters

    Who are not fighters?
    all the people who are on peril,
    struggle for their own want,
    but the real warriors stay behind the grill.

    All the mothers are new life God,
    they are the true battlers,
    the pain that they endure,
    is a long story by the writers.

    The one who heals the diseases,
    always the real champion,
    the real God by himself,
    the doctor, our best companion.

    Our brother who protects us,
    disciplined, strict but life risking,
    marching proudly to celebrate their glory,
    the soldiers, all the time stunning.

    Respect all the champions,
    also be the struggles,
    the life risking ordinary,
    are the PATENT FIGHTERS.

    – Atharva Gadre

  • Think Positive

    Very difficult to think positive,
    when a negative domain shakes out,
    still cogitate in the negativity,
    that the positivity it makes out.

    Meditation , yoga and deep breathing,
    are the ways to combat blackness,
    depression, anxiety and fear,
    can budge you in the madness.

    Positivity brings out freshness,
    and can detach the drawbacks,
    it can flush off your stress,
    and so can remove negative packs.

    Positivity is to think positive,
    so don’t at all ruminate negative,
    always be fresh and confident,
    so be happy and THINK POSITIVE.

    Atharva Gadre

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