O Great Artist !

|| Hari Om ||

We are a vain species. We achieve things which we believe to be great, and soon our heads swell enough, to believe that we are above Him, He who created it all.

But let us stop and think. What monument have we built, that could possibly hope to match the sheer scale, beauty and perfection of His Creation ? We can just make mere copies and replicas of what He has already made before, and that too using the raw materials that He has given us !

Just one look at Nature, and we realise our humble place in this world.

But, more than that, we can appreciate the Love of The One, who made all this, just out of Love for us.

This poem is dedicated to the Artist of my life, my Sadguru, Dad, Aniruddha Bapu( Dr. Aniruddha Joshi). The words cannot hope to convey what I feel, but I must try none the less !!!   

O Great Artist !

No artist, painter, sculptor no,
Not any person of this land,
Can ever try or hope to match
That created by Your Hand

We can paint and we can draw, 

But on Your canvas You,
Can paint a picture, give it life,
Make the art come true. 

We sketch the mountains and the streams,
But You drew them before.
Where once the world was bleak and dark,
You created much and more.

The light, the colour, joy and bliss
All does stem from You.
The world knows You by many names, 
But You are my Dad, Bapu!

The wind it speaks your words, it does,

The birds do sing Your song,
The leaves do rustle, the flowers bloom,
For  Your Feet they do long.

O Great Artist, sketch my life,
Sculpt me now anew,
I care not what the picture is,
But let it be full of You!

I Love You my Dad !!!

-Arnavsinh Tongaonkar

|| Hari Om | |  | | Shree Ram | |  | | Ambadnya | |

Should I ?- Her Reply

Hari Om

At the first

First glance I knew

We would be one

That were now two

Closer, closer

Step by step

Accross the space

That we had kept

Together, but 

Still far apart

For which of us

Would make the start ?

And I see the question 

On his face

As he looks off

Into space

Of course I know

What's on his mind!

To his heart,

Could I be blind.

He sees me watching

"Does she know ?"

The fear on his face

Does show!

So I smile,

And laugh I do

And his joy

Does shine through 

Our smiles, they are

Now here to stay

No word does either

Need to say !

|| Shri Ram ||

|| Ambadnya ||

|| I Love You my Dad ||

Arnav H. Tongaonkar 

23.1.2016

|| Hari Om ||

We were once a dream,

A thought.

In the minds 

Of those that fought.

Against the bondage

Of the Raj.

To achieve our freedom,

Our Swaraj.

That the people,

Of the land

Could take their health 

In their own hands.

Bricks were laid,

Foundations set,

Meetings held,

And people met.

So we were born,

Twins for a cause:

King Edward and

Seth Gordhandas.

To heal the people 

Of their pain,

To teach and 

Pass it on again.

We grew,we flourished 

Brothers two.

And everywhere

The people knew

That they were safe,

Within our hands.

"We will be well

While KEM stands!"

And such greats

Passed through our walls.

Their wisdom fills

The lecture halls.

Their words echo 

Through our very bricks.

The words of healers 

For the sick.

And their souls

So strong and bright,

Show the path

For GSites.

Still we stand

And so we will,

Guards against

All foul and ill.

Come pain or sorrow,

Death and life.

We are the saviours 

From the the strife.

It matters not,

The time that passed.

For our walls,

Are built to last.

So we watch

In our serenity

90 years,

Till eternity!

|| Shri Ram ||

|| Ambadnya ||

|| I Love You my Dad ||

-Arnav H. Tongaonkar 

25.12.2015

I Look Among the Stars

Hari Om

I Look Among the Stars

The time could never

Heal my scars

And still I search

Among the stars

In the clouds

I see your face

The wind so warm

Is your embrace

I walk, I try

Brave and strong 

For my love

It's not too long

The time is here

For me to fly

And join you there

Up in the sky

|| Shri Ram ||

|| Ambadnya  ||

|| I Love You my Dad ||

Arnav H. Tongaonkar

19.1.2016

Should I ?

|| Hari Om ||

Should I ?


A side-long glance,
Exchange of names
So began
Our little game

Drawn to each other
Moths to flame
So different and
So much the same

A stolen word
A secret thought
And in me
A battle fought

Should I ?

Speak my heart,
Bare my soul
Join the parts
And make us whole ?

But how am I
To gauge or guess
Will it be "No"
Or be it "Yes"

I look up, see her,
See her smile,
So she was watching
All the while

Does she know
What I just thought?
My heart with
Fear and doubt is fraught!

And then her laugh
So sweet and clear
That which I now
Hold so dear.

It seems that smile
I here to stay
I'll speak my mind
Another day


|| Shri Ram ||
|| Ambadnya ||
|| I Love You my Dad ||

- Arnav H. Tongaonkar
20.1.2016