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Anagha Ukaskar

I'm currently university student and I started writing when I was in 3rd class. I write in Marathi, Hindi and English. šŸ„° Writing brings me joy. It's always been something that comes out on paper naturally. My first poetry book "Helianthus" is now available in paperback version on Amazon and Flipkart, in pdf on bookleaf's official website. my IG : i_dead_of_write_ šŸ–‡ļøšŸ‘‡šŸ»

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Anagha Ukaskar

White It hasn't snowed yet
It will never snow here 

But feel the coldness rush in
Whenever he passes by
His robes, whiter than the snow
His appearance flushes the sky

He was offered fine wine
And a night alongside cold spring 
But his solace is in quiet places
And in a melody he likes to sing

Some places carry his traces
Some stories carry his name
But he only carries his beloved 
And some memories of the same.

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Ā©Anagha Ukaskar #good_night  poetry #marathi #Nojoto #kavita
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Anagha Ukaskar

a-person-standing-on-a-beach-at-sunset Someone asked me if I would come back to you
If I saw you now, even for a moment 

At first I thought I would run to you
And water you like a flower with my tears
Or I would stand still and stare into your eyes
Until I realise you are real, not a delusion of dreamers

But trust me, I won't 

I won't plunge forward to hold you like I'd thought 
For you're not mine to hold anymore 
I will take a step back and let you go
Like the slowly falling pieces that we tore 

I don't know, I never will
What it's like to speak without poetry 
For every word is ink to my pen
And every page my life's tapestry.

Ā©Anagha Ukaskar #SunSet #Love #Nojoto #Poetry
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Anagha Ukaskar

green-leaves š’€š’š’–, who brought the scented candle into this house, 
A companion having the long lasting light,
Making the room fragrant and bright,
Spreading your presence with delight,
Hugging each corner of the cold with your warmth. 
Though one day the flames will die 
and the container lie empty,
the room will be filled with your love
Which smells like life.
It inspired me to reach for my pen and diary. 
I like to shut the windows and close the door,
If it means embracing the quiet with š’€š’š’–.

Ā©Anagha Ukaskar #GreenLeaves #candle #poem #Nojoto
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Anagha Ukaskar

I can peel an orange 
and give you some
it will be an act of desire,
an innocent love.
But I dare not remove 
the clingy white part,
in case you notice 
that I love too hard.

I can crush a garlic too
For your unique taste,
Not worrying about the smell
Or the peels and waste.
But not too many,
As I fear you will notice..
My people-pleasing cuts
And the pain that stings.

Ā©Anagha Ukaskar šŸŠšŸ§„

#Nojoto

šŸŠšŸ§„ #Poetry

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Anagha Ukaskar

White It's funnier because it's coming from me
Everyone knows I don't deserve the love
On this red elegant carpet of beauty 
There is zero value of a curve

But still, dear you, oh my beloved 
If this has reached your lovely hands
I hope you read it to the very end
Where the last word eagerly stands 

You ask me what did I ever want?
Holding hands? Hours of time?
I do not remember wishing for these
Even for a person to call "mine"

I do not remember talking about love
As much as I have ever written 
I do not find myself wondering about love
Or what my near future has gotten 

But if you really exist in that world 
And made it to the future I write about 
I am sure you had a long journey 
From east to west, and north to south 

If we exist, if I have become better 
I hope that now I am more lovable 
I hope we go on the night walks
And chat a lot on the dining table 

I hope there are stars, and they shine
When the night turns blue for us
And all you have to do is bring a flower 
Whenever I make a little fuss

A cup of coffee, I won't ask for much,
When I'm beside window, filling the pages
I am sure I will do the same for you,
When the life puts us on the tough stages

Together, it will be easier to conquer 
If there really is such a future 
Until then, I must keep thinking about you 
And write you poetries, it's human nature 

And know that it took me hours to write 
I paused a lot to cry out loud
As it took years for you, too,
To notice me in the nonexistent crowd

Ā©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_Status #Love #Nojoto #poem
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Anagha Ukaskar

White I'm used to bending backwards, 
always on display 
I'm used to smiling through curves, 
hoping they'll stay  
I'm used to giving all, 
though they rarely care 
I'm used to chasing the shadows, 
feeling lost in the air  

I'm used to saying yes,
 while my heart feels sore 
I'm used to hiding my needs,
 as I open every door
I'm used to feeling like a ghost, 
in rooms where I don't belong
I'm used to thinking love is earned, 
in a world that feels so wrong 

I'm used to hoping for a moment, 
just a spark of light
I'm used to feeling like a puzzle, 
missing pieces out of sight  
I'm used to waiting for a call, 
that never seems to come
I'm used to knowing deep down,
 that Iā€™m not the only one

Ā©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_Status #poem #Nojoto
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Anagha Ukaskar

White You taught me to distance myself 
From people and these emotions 
When you let go of my hand
In the morning that was precious 
Though I was wrapped in a blanket
And the windows were shut tight,
I felt the coldness shiver in my body
And my fingers shake in fright 
The sweet smile you gave me
Has now become salty tears
I lie down completely devastated 
But you know that no one cares
And I accept everything 
I wish you happiness, too
But I will not be the same again 
I let go of everyone but you!

Ā©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_Status #Nojoto
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