The Path Less Trodden…

This is a beautiful poem in Marathi by my good friend Dr Charuta Gaiki…Which I have attempted to translate in English…

The path less trodden…

O death ! Come just once for me, as you come for others with much ease,
Wandering through weary bodies, come like the meandering enchanting breeze…

The rippling water shimering in the luminescent moon beam,
Come like the unimaginably imaginable exquisite dream…

Take me from the realm of existence to nothingness,
As the sky embraces the earth in the arms of the horizon’s infiniteness…

Leaving behind all the baggage and walking along the footprints of time,
Along the unknown, unseen path fading over the mountains we’ll climb...



Results of examination…

It’s post examination time, result after result is getting declared…Some passing with flying colours…Some not so…

From a child’s perspective…The path unknown…

Dear mother…

I tried my best and you know the rest…
Though got a little less than you wanted in my test…

Its always a game of gamble, a win or loss…
Don’t make me feel like my life’s a waste…

Differing capabilities, differing results…
Everyone has a role to play in life’s contest…

A door closes and another one opens,
I was meant to walk through this one in a jest…

Knowing your warm embrace awaits my return…
Gonna walk the path unknown at your behest…

Dear Mother, I know I fear the path now I take…
Be there for me when I return as a guest…

Your loving child…



In Your Dreams…

In your dreams…

Though far away n lost I may seem,
Y’ll find me in the world of your dreams.

Like the waves floating on the stream,
Riding the serene rivulets of the moonbeam.

Shining in the sky of hope n’ gleam,
Amongst the dazzling rays of the sunbeam.

The touch of my warm breath’s steam,
Caressing your cheek like soft winter cream.

Lingering fragrances they may seem,
Will fill your heart till it bursts at it’s seams.

Walking on the rainbow searching for me,
Your twinkling guiding star in God’s scheme.

Our love’s surely like a fairy-tale theme,
Bubbling with emotions filled to the brim.

Though it may seem to you like a daydream,
I’ll always be somewhere within your dreams.

Dr Namrata Kulkarni



I asked myself one fine day, am I mad ?
Said a voice… a little, better than being sad,
Be a little mad !

Wishing to live in abandon and a will that is free,
Does it make me mad, maybe I am a nomad,
Who is mad !

Exploring risky pathways in the no man’s land,
Remembering the tinge of excitement it had,
Makes me mad.

Loved with heart ‘n soul ‘n wore heart on the sleeve,
If that’s called madness, agreed I am bad,
And I’m mad.

Writing emotions for the whole world to see,
People call me foolish, I am maybe a tad,
A wee bit mad.

I like to live life on my own term’s dearies,
I always did and now I am feeling so glad,
That I’m mad !

When the time comes to leave this illusion of life,
I will not have regrets that I didn’t try out any fad,
Including being mad!

Yes, I am a little mad…I am glad, I am a tad mad…
Yes, I am a little mad…
Better than being bad or sad…

Dr Namrata ‘Mad’ Kulkarni 😊😉😂😍😆

A Bird’s Eye View…

A bird’s eye view…

A stray thought flew with me in my imagination,
I felt the giddiness of ecstasy, of it’s elevation.

Visualising a birds eye view of the condition,
Puts your life back into the right perception.

Different angles when seen of the same location,
All scenarios are truthful as per viewer’s description.

Good or bad then becomes a relative indication,
Determined by the birds eye view of the situation.

Neither you are wrong, nor am I right on this occasion,
All depends on how the scene leaves it’s impression.

Looking at the larger picture is always a suggestion,
Imagine a bird’s eye view before every expression.

It’s that time of life to do a little Introspection,
Respect all opinions and see them in the right perspection.

I flew with my thoughts deep in contemplation,
Having a bird’s eye view, from a vantage position.


Voices Inside Of My Head…

Voices inside of my head,
The ones that I most dread.

Sometimes they are so silent,
Like a cat’s paws they tread.

Not always quietly heard,
Shouting n then always fled.

Scattered in corners of mind,
Like autumn leaves they spread.

Raking them with sensibilities,
I burn them in my mind’s shed.

Some are good, some are bad,
Racing like lightening they sped.

People think I’m crazy n loony,
“We cant hear them?” They said.

Incessantly Self judgemental,
Why they can’t be quite instead?

They are thoughts of past held,
Reminding me of mistakes I made.

Protecting me and warning me,
Very carefully on a path they lead

Sudden calm n silence I hear,
Chill, relax n control,my mind said.

Quiet are the voices in my head,
Looks like the monsters have fled.




Millions of waves were colliding on the shore,

Tolerating their tantrums was the invincible seashore.

Foaming at their crests, troughs angry to the core,
Disheartened by the coast, the more they swore.

With mysteriously disappearing in the mist, their roar,
The beach remained stoically silent to the core.

Just like the silent, strong, imperturbable seashore,
Face the music of life with a dance ‘n jiggle ‘n let soar.