green-leaves 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 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 𝒀𝒐𝒖. ©Anagha Ukaskar

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. ©Anagha Ukaskar

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 ©Anagha Ukaskar

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 I’m not the only one ©Anagha Ukaskar

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! ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White "And they obey" Smash down the dreams Break the walls of heyday Piles of white flowers Black ribbons, too much say Echoes of laughter fade, Shadows linger and hearts betray In silence, he walks alone Lost in the price of fame's display Empty stages, hollow cheers Awaiting light of the day Trembling voices, masked fears As some turn their backs away Make them lose and forget the light Show the things that make them sway ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar