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    An Ode

    An ode to the poet in me on my best days, she’s all I am on my worst days, she’s all I hope to be. She’s the…… Read more “An Ode”

    November 28, 2020November 28, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    Taste

    Hands glided against each other, as if caressing the wounded palms with soft cloth. They wanted something that would assure them that sweetness can be licked from…… Read more “Taste”

    April 20, 2018July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    Asifa

    She put on her beautiful purple dress, socks, gloves, shoes and set off. Just like everyday, she took her ponies to graze in the belly of the…… Read more “Asifa”

    April 18, 2018July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    Amaranthine

    I never knew that, When graphite touches paper, There would be sparks. I tried to engulf these sparks when I first saw them. I felt energised and…… Read more “Amaranthine”

    April 6, 2018July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    Aai

    I will not say that she has her arms spread around us to keep us safe, Because they are the strong pillars that keep our roof safe.…… Read more “Aai”

    May 14, 2017July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    Audacity

    I am proud to live in this generation. This generation with young poets, artists, thinkers and especially dreamers, who express themselves boldly and proudly. I am proud…… Read more “Audacity”

    April 26, 2017July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    Anti- Gravity

    I’m confined to this dark blue curtain, Which shows me new lights everyday They shine so beautifully, but I know I can’t touch them. They may bruise…… Read more “Anti- Gravity”

    March 2, 2017July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    Guilty Ghost

    Do you still feel the thrill on quiet nights? Do you still feel like stalking those empty passages? Do you still want to be the ghost that…… Read more “Guilty Ghost”

    December 20, 2016July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    The Beast

    I used to think that he was always asleep, not caring what was going on outside. I used to listen to him snore loudly as I made…… Read more “The Beast”

    December 9, 2016July 3, 2020 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

    The Gramophone

    He has been sitting on that old teakwood table even before i was born. He has an intricately carved beautiful golden mouth that opens wide. Yet he…… Read more “The Gramophone”

    October 31, 2016August 19, 2017 by Akanksha Mategaonkar

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