The Direction Blog

 Finally, the night had caught both of us together after countless days of hardwork and long sleepless nights. Our faces ached the pain of being distanced from each other but the satisfaction of holding his hand under the starry night knew no bounds. He massaged my left hand as I rested my head comfortably on his left shoulder.  'You are still the same', he said as he pointed towards the twinkling bright lights in the dark night sky.  'Meaning?', I asked wondering what he meant. 'Not a bit of you has changed since the last five months. Your hair is still blonde and silky, your brown eyes still recognize me and reveal a lot without the help of your lips', he said. 'Look there - that's the Orion constellation and the three linear stars on Orion's belt are called the Gate of Heaven', he laughed as he continued, 'the Gate of You'. I gave him a shy smile. He smiled back to me. I felt a ray of hope striking my face - the hope of never leaving h...

 The old wooden door opened to a dusty bedroom. Decorated with spider webs and dusty furniture, the room gave a hint of being untouched for ages. The white paint of the walls had vanished to give them a tarnished yellow colour. Black dust patches dotted the room at various places. The curtains still hung from the hooks trying not to allow the sunlight from peeping inside. Though, they failed in their attempt as the tatters they had, welcomed thin rays of bright sunshine. As I peeped out of the window, the tall deciduous trees smiled at me in recognition. I scanned the room with my tearful nostalgic eyes. I felt as if the furniture had begun to converse with me. 'Aren't you the little clad who used to roam around in this mansion spreading happiness?', the metal cupboard with a broken door said. I smiled at its last two words. I nodded in response.  'Where were you these years?', questioned the bed. It looked naked without any bedsheet. 'Didn't you feel like t...

 Mask वालं प्रेम अचानक एका संध्याकाळी ते एकमेकांसमोर आले एवढ्या दिवसांनंतर आज परत ओळखीचे झाले आतुरलेल्या नजरेने तो तिच्याकडे बघत राहिला ह्या lockdown मधला दुरावा त्याने तिच्या डोळ्यांत पाहिला थोडे जवळ येताच लोकांनी Social distancing ची आठवण केली मग पुढे आलेली ती दोन पावले मागे गेली Shake hand सोडून नमस्काराचं त्यांनीही कर्तव्य बजावलं आता बाहेर फिरता येणार नाही त्याने नजरेतून तिला समजावलं बोलता बोलताच पर्स मधून तिनी sanitizer ची बाटली काढली त्या दोघांमध्ये common अशी ती एकमेव गोष्ट ठरली त्यांच्या भेटींचा आणि बोलण्याचा असा बदलला होता गेम गच्चीवरचं बदलून आता ते ठरलं mask वालं प्रेम दिशा ठोसर 

मळभ ढगांची शाल पांघरत आकाश काळं काळं दिसतं पाऊस येण्याआधी सगळं मळभ होऊन जातं अंधार पसरून सर्वत्र तो सूर्याला देखील लपवतो सूर्य लपून गेल्याने मग अचानक गारवा जाणवतो हे मळभ वातावरण खरं एक कमालीची जादू करतं प्रत्येक माणसाला स्वतःमध्येच एकदा डोकावून बघायला लावतं स्वतःकडे लक्ष देताच तो माणूस विचार करतो वास्तवात नक्की मळभ काय हा प्रश्न त्याला पडतो चंचल त्याचं मन त्याला आभाळासम वाटतं भावनांना आत दाबून जे थोड्या स्वार्थाकडे वळतं मग मधूनच कधीतरी त्या भावनांना पाझर मोठा फुटतो निसर्ग फक्त ह्या पाझराला पश्चात्ताप म्हणतो दिशा ठोसर 

भातुकली खरंतर मी अगदी लहान असतानाच शिकले सारं काही करायला भातुकलीची खेळणी ख-या भांड्यांसारखी वापरायला छोट्याशा त्या कपमधून मी बाबांना चहा द्यायचे त्या कपातला तो अदृश्य चहा बाबा एका घोटात प्यायचे छोट्याशा त्या lighter ने खोटा-खोटाच गॅस पेटवायचे तवा ठेवून छोटा त्यावर एक छोटीच पोळी भाजायचे गंमत म्हणून त्या किसणीवर माझे crayons किसून बघायचे पण crayons लवकर संपले म्हणून आईचा ओरडा सुध्दा खायचे त्या भातुकलीच्या खेळात मी म्हणेन ते सगळं चालायचं मी वाढलेल्या खोट्या जेवणाचं मात्र खरं-खरं कौतुक व्हायचं मी मोठी होत जाताना ती भातुकली बाजूला राहिली माझ्यात दडलेली पाककला तिनेच तर सगळ्यात आधी पाहिली दिशा ठोसर 

मुखवटा आजकाल बरेच दिसतात लोक मुखवटा घालून वावरणारे  खरेपणाला आत दाबून उगाच खोटेपणा मिरवणारे त्या मुखवट्याआड कोणीतरी वेगळाच उभा असतो त्या व्यक्तीचा खरा चेहरा आपल्याला क्वचितच कधीतरी दिसतो सोंग घेण्यासाठी कसलंही तो मुखवटाच कामाला येतो बाहेरचं जग आतल्या पासून सहजपणे वेगळं करतो कधीकधी माणसं म्हणे ह्या मुखवट्यामुळे तुटतात खरं-खोट्याच्या जाळ्यात अडकून गैरसमजांना तोंड देतात वादातून मग समोर येतो चेहरा मुखवट्या मागचा एका क्षणात उडवून जातो विश्वास एकमेकांवरचा दिशा ठोसर 

मीच मला सांगते हल्ली ना कधी कधी मी स्वतःशीच बोलू लागते माझ्या मनातलं सर्व काही मीच मला सांगते सुखाचे क्षण आठवून त्यांना मनसोक्त रंगवते दुःखांकडे दुर्लक्ष करायलाही मीच मला शिकवते आरशा समोर उभं राहून मी स्वतः कडेच बघते नजरेतून माझ्या नकळत मी बरंच काही बोलते मी बोललेलं तिला कळेल असे मला आपले वाटते म्हणूनच की काय माहित नाही पण ती गालातल्या गालात हसते मग मला सुद्धा माझ्या बरोबर कोणीतरी आहे हे कळते म्हणूनच माझी best friend कोण हे विचारल्यावर मी माझंच नाव घेते दिशा ठोसर

Oceans They say you're an ocean I ask them why They answer me enthusiastically And I accept with a sigh They say you comfort us You have a calm nature Of your vast and limitless simplicity You form an oceanic caricature You are soft you are smooth They compliment me heavily They compare me with the oceans And I get satisfied easily But later when I think of it I feel they take due advantage They have not yet experienced the storms And have not yet seen the oceanic rage They think they can pour and pour With me a deal they will clinch I'll tolerate each thing And I'll not flinch But to those who think I'm a simpleton I request their thoughts to hault Neither me nor the oceans are mad To let you obtain some free salt Disha

Parting Away From The Beloved School "4 hours to go", we all chanted happily as the large brown clock on the white wall struck 8.30 in the morning. We all were elated as from now on we hadn't to come to this monster called school everyday and no beast-like teacher was going to give us terrible homework. How happy feeling was that! Since last few days we had been enjoying ourselves with our peers as no teacher was there to inspect us. All the teachers were busy making little children practice for the annual gathering of the school. Wow! We began the day with a little timepass. We played, fought, talked, howled, made fun of masses, mimicked the teachers and ate a lot. The elation on our face grew as 12.30 on the clock was nearing. To make a note of it, we were not sorry to leave the school for a few reasons. Firstly, we felt bad not to get any farewell because of our own misdeeds and secondly, school gave us a sick feeling of board exams. Until break all our timepass wa...

My Deep-set Brown Eyes I trust my brown eyes But won't they betray I want to see all clear To God I though pray They show me everything good And I credit it to my vision But sometimes I fail to understand That it was truly illusion I adorn my eyes to show me goodness And I think there's nothing bad  But of this sophisticated world enough A mistaken thought I had I think everything's so smooth No roughage anywhere Though someone has to show me See the hardships there I see the blue sky People show me some dust I see pure love between two But people find it lust I see prosperous things Which are highly rated They dot impurities out With amounts adulterated  Now I'll have to think about  How these hardships I could hide Neither my eyes nor my people  To whom I could confide Disha