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तू ठरवलस तर होऊ शकतोस बुद्ध, नाहीतर राहशील राजपुत्र गौतम बनून सोन्याच्या अदृश्य पिंजऱ्यात.
तू ठरवलस तर होऊ शकतो रात्रीचा दिवस, आणि थांबेल काळही त्याचा निर्लेप गाभा उघडून तुला पाहण्याकरिता.
तू ठरवलस तर होऊ शकतोस मुक्त प्रवाहाच्या लाटेतून, नाहीतर वहात जाशील निष्प्राण ओंडक्यांसारखा नशिबाला दोष देत.
तू ठरवलस तर अशक्य हा फक्त एक शब्द म्हणून उरेल, आणि प्रकाश शोधणाऱ्यांच्या हृदयात पणतीची ज्योत होऊन तेवत राहशील.
(बाबा आमटेंना समर्पित)


- The Last Nomad
Recent posts

Wingword Poetry Prize

It gives me great pleasure to share with you that my Marathi poem, सरळसोट, has won the Wingword Poetry Prize.

Here's the poem recited (https://youtu.be/tiHsi57xi9U). Hope you enjoy it.



- The Last Nomad

Poem: Life and death in five minutes

It was the year 2020, when we did this crazy thing, Gathering on rooftops, balconies, and all places we could. To play gongs, plates, whistles and clapped for everyone who helped us survive a deathwave.
This moment did what many could not. It brought us together, different people from distinct worlds, To experience the flip of a coin. One flip and our world will change. Before we assumed our differences again, we realized we are life.

- The Last Nomad

TLN Merchandise on Writersgram

My select quotes are now available on Writersgram. With simple and elegant designs, the folks at Writersgram Publications have done a fantastic job.



A perfect match for a thoughtful moment over a cup of tea or coffee or a cool t-shirt to grace your casual moments, I hope these products will add to your :-) moments.

Here are the links:

Mug 1
Mug 2
Mug 3

T-shirt 1


T-shirt 2


T-shirts are available in 4 different sizes and 13 different colours in half/full sleeve varieties.

Cheers to thoughtful moments!




- The Last Nomad

Poem: Confined in freedom

How strange is the plight of humans,
Who spend years in self-confinement, Convincing their reasoning mind to wait for eternity, Before relishing the imagined moment, Where happiness awaits in abundance.
Multitude of such moments, They live in, unaware, Are moments like the ordinary, Where happiness seeks no yearning to readily bloom.
- The Last Nomad