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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 queen of hearts, the warrior in disguise, the knight in shining armor, she’s the queen on her black horse, proud of the wars her brown skin has won,…
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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 time to time. Eyes averted in directions that loathed hollow words coming out of black holes. Eyebrows formed shapes that were so sharp, they were ready to slice…
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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 green sheet that spread around her house. The green sheet that she looked at every morning, thinking of a new dream to ponder on. She set off, humming…
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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 new, the moment my fingers found the heat of those sparks. Although the paper singed because of those sparks, I learnt how to hide the black hole. I…
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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. I will not say that she walks with us in each part of life, Because she watches us as we make our own choices. She knows what it…
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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 to live in this generation. Where we are driven by phones. The internet is our house and we are wealthy enough to call it ours. People say we…
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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 these hands which often ask for anything that brings happiness. This metal beast slowly shows signs of weakness. It has given me so much that I forget about…
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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 you once were? Because I know I don’t. The thrills that we used to get are now waves of guilt, crashing against me. The shrill screams of that…
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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 my peace with the world. But lately I have come to realize that his sleep is coming to an end. That he is going to wake up, and…
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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 hasn’t grown old and never will. The countless songs played on him are a proof of my family’s legacy and what we stand for. The music, the records,…
Akanksha Mategaonkar 