रातराणी

 

सादी सरळ गजाल . म्हाका चाफ्याचे कलम लावपाचे आशिल्लें, आनी तुजेकडेन मेकळी सुवात. Simple deal. झाड म्हजे - तू रोयतलो, जगयतलो.

 

नर्सरीतल्यान भायर सरतना थंय रातराणी दिसली. हि out of deal. पूण म्हज्या मनाची एक फँटसि - कि म्हज्या बेडरुमाभायर एक रातराणी आसची. अशी स्ट्रॅटेजिकली placed कि रातीं वाऱ्यावेल्लो तीचो परमळ नीट म्हज्याच रुमांत येवचो. हावें ती रातराणीय घेवन तुका दिली. फँटसि चे कांय सांगूंना. तुवें ती खंय रोयली तेवूय केन्ना विचारले ना. आयज दिसलें कि तेंच एक रूपक जावन उरलें - आमचेमदल्या  नात्याचें. संवसारांत जे कितें घडटा, ताका कितेंयतरी हेत/ purpose आसता खय. So, was that a sign?

 

फाटीं ओवळांच्या दिसांनी ओवळांचो वळेसर घेवन, ताच्या परमळांत मुग्ध-धुंद जातना दिसले - अशेच धुंद जाता हांव तुज्या परमळांत. मागीर दिसलें - खरेच - तुजो  दरेक स्पर्श, दरेक नदर , केन्ना केन्ना उतराय - ओवळांवरीच - अचळय सुटून तशीच मोन्यानी देवतात. ते सगळे स्पर्श, उतरा पुनोवन दवरपाक जाय. गुंथून माळपाक जाय.

 

पूण आता कळटा, ओवळांची तरा वेगळी आनी रातराणीची तरा वेगळी. रातराणी फँटसितली. तिवूय पिश्याभशेन फुलता . मात रातराणीचो वळेसर गुथपाक येना.




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