Wednesday, 21 September 2016

क्यों

शहीद कहलाए १७ जवान
पर क्यों मरे ऐसे कोई इंसान
मरना चाहा था देश के नाम
कायरों के कारण गया प्राण

अब बहेंगे आसू क्रोध के
वादे होंगे प्रतिशोध के
पर कृति बिना होगी बात
क्योंकि अपने ही थे साथ

अपने गद्दारों के लंबे हाथ
बडे बडे है उनके साथ
कम होता है जवान का मोल
जब तक झुठ का ही हो बोल

घर के भेदी का हौसला बढ़े
कोई नही उनके पीछे पड़े
जवान ऐसी मौत मरते रहे
जवान ऐसी मौत मरते रहे

प्रविण सबनीस
१९ सप्टेंबर २०१६

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

RAIN

Here it comes again
Down comes the rain
Knocking on the windowpane
And flowing down the drain...

Go get your raincoat
Let us make a paper boat
And watch how it floats
On the waters of the moat...

Rain is fun, fast or slow
When it stops, sun will glow
See up there... a rainbow
Monsoon is the best show!

Pravin Sabnis
11 June 2001

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Play well!

The veteran may score a blank
The senior may walk the plank...
but the score book doesn’t mind
If the debutante turns into a find!

Best is yesterday, be better today
Great past goes easily astray...
The present play is what matters
Previous scores can turn tatters...

So don't put down another on age
Wise often is the younger sage...
For while experience has its worth
Youth can break free of the dearth...

The unburdened mind we oft find
Is sans shackles of the doubt grind..
It may be wayward or off the mark
It may be just a shot in the dark...

But score books don't really care
Whether a honed skill or just a dare...
Those who play well are a treasure
Performance is the only measure!

So ensure the focus and play well
Our true calibre only time will tell...
And when it does, don't turn smug
Around the turn, lies the failure plug!

We must play well all the time
Speaking with the humility chime
Especially when we grow real tall
And comes along a player small...

The veteran may score a blank
The senior may walk the plank...
But the score book will only tell
The tale of the one who played well!

~ Pravin K. Sabnis
9 August 2016

Monday, 4 July 2016

Silence

Heed the silence, it is oft the loudest cry
Notice the quiet of the watchful sky…
There are many who hear but do not tell
But that's better than ones who cruelly fell!

Better than effusive excessive praise
that takes into a world of illusory daze...
Better is the silence of true empathy
Worse is appreciation born of duplicity…

The best words come from ones who use few
The silent applause is genuine and true...
Learn to hear those silent but loud cries
Of hurt underground and hopeful skies...

Silence can be a wonderful thing to turn
When we learn to listen and listen to learn!
Of course, silence can be indifference too
But it can also be a choice to hear you...

Don’t lament the lack of response you receive
loud declarations may flatter to deceive…
We must unravel the layers in the sky
Heed the silence, it is oft the loudest cry!

- Pravin K. Sabnis
4 July 2016

Tuesday, 19 January 2016

Wandering one gathers honey

The Wanderer scaled the mountain
and dived into the sea...
Unshackling the material chains
and swaying with the tree...

Prancing with the peacock
and singing with the stream...
And as the fish kissed the reed

the eyes opened to a dream!

The Wanderer stalked the woods
and shot the animals there...
... with a camera and his eyes
on a sight that be so rare!

It is so nice to drift
with clouds that sail by...
under that canopy of blue
which man calls the sky!

Running away from the race
for riches... for money...
for what different be the truth than
'wandering one gathers honey'!

- Pravin Sabnis
August 1994

( a tribute to the motto of YHAI - Youth Hostels Association of India)

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Yet another stain

First claim victimhood
Then cry as if in pain
Speak of offended pride
Hide the past stain…

Hide the past stain
Threaten violence again
Unleash the hate venom
Drown voices sane…

Drown voices sane
Ride the pride train
Shout loud and louder
Flush peace down the drain…

Flush peace down the drain
Blow venom for the foe
Human venom is a blaze
flames will further grow…

The flames as they grow
they burn every side
In the heap of the dead
Buried will be puffy pride…

Buried will be puffy pride
Until resurrected again
And cacophony will repeat
As human plays insane…

Human will play insane
And cry as if in pain
Victimhood and venom
Will leave yet another stain!

Pravin Sabnis
5 January 2016

Thursday, 24 December 2015

Poetry



Lyrical words are better served

If used where more deserved

Useless are lamps held in the daylight

They must chase darkness of the night!


Pravin Sabnis

24 December 2015