I am late for home today.
Like always.
Priorities misplaced!
They say.
I carry the guilt,
of not having enough time for things,
Which they feel really matter.
I..... I keep them for later.
Like pushing phone calls, to be made
Like putting off books to be read
Like delaying, hungry stomachs to be fed
That said,
What do u do, when what you do and what needs to be done
Do not coincide?
Like you are tied,
with an invisible rope
On both sides
One end your People, on the other your Pursuits!
Why is it always a choice?
Why is it always an obligation or duty or responsibility.
Or call it things you must do.
That you develop an ability,
Of judging your own self.
Judging your own self,
To match up to
ideal images,
idol references,
idle minds feeding you,
about things you should do and what you should not.
Right from your start.
And there is no end to the guilt of choosing one over the other.
Every single day.
And I am late for home today.
- Pratiksha Ghadigaonkar-
Be by your side for eternity,
Like parallel lines.
Together,
till infinity.
Parallel lines.
Never crossing paths.
But with each other,
Till the end, till the last.
Parallel lines
Having the same direction
But never the same way
Seem like closing in from far
When closer they turn away.
Of course I want to
Be by your side for eternity,
Like parallel lines.
Together,
till infinity.
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I love that we buy experiences
And have no expensive possessions
We are better than our insta #hashtags
Where #couplegoals are all the obsession
I love that we cancel plans
And watch crime petrol reruns
I love that we are ageing just fine
In every pound gained, in every wrinkle
We have cloned each other's habits
They don't bother us anymore
I have taken your love for work
And you have taken to my sleep and snore
If Love makes our life beautiful,
Support makes it worth living
To have a soul rock solid besides
Makes every impossible, a possible thing
Acceptance is what keeps this marriage strong
Cause we have retained our I's in We
With common goals, and uncommon choices
I think we are driving to where we set out to be!!
- Pratiksha Ghadigaonkar
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Why the departing train,
Stirs a storm in your stomach.
As it reminds you of that person who never returned,
The one, who promised you a future!
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I am the feeling that you caught,
The same one you hide.
Cause it happened to you,
Didn't happen on the other side.
I am the text that remained in the draft,
I am the letter unread.
Your day dreams in the morn,
And the night tears shed in bed.
I am the longing in your eyes,
And the ache in your heart.
I am the missing piece of puzzle,
I am the one who inspires Art.
I am the one who makes you die,
A Thousand deaths a time.
I am the Unrequited Love,
for the 'Love of your Life'.
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I love my 9 to 5 job
It may not be glorified, but has satisfaction
Of being consistent, of being constant
Yet giving enough window to take a peek
Of what the future may look like.
It doesn't hurry me
It doesn't paint any unrealistic exponential
dreams for me to follow
But shows me a steady chart with statistical values
I would need to achieve every year
And hence there is no fear
To fall flat on the ground with any guilt,
because I did not jump to the top,
I climbed to it, one step at a time.
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Why are we not asking people
how their day was...
And see them pour like rains
Torrential rains,
All of a sudden, all at once
It's only then,
You will find your lanes
flooded, with the stories they want to tell
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Old dresses are kept at the back of trunk
still unworn.
Your body outgrown,
And so has your soul.
U can't throw them, you can't keep them,
Coz of the memories that they have woven,
Like fine thread,
intertwined,
in every stitch.
Closely knit.
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I knew of a love which raced my heart,
And made me skip a beat.
I now know love can be peace of mind,
That I find everytime we meet.
I knew love talked of flames and fires,
Madness and passion, you see.
I do know now, love can be a soothing breeze,
Like a warm hug, a cup of #tea.-