मीच मला सांगते

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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

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Anonymous said…
Wonderful Disha
April 9, 2020 at 11:34 PM
तेजस लिमये said…
खूप छान कविता....
January 19, 2021 at 10:27 PM
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