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Akshata Lanjekar

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India
India
22 years on this planet and still ain't used to life. Writer, painter, avid reader, engineer and a to-be MBA. Hopelessly Hopeful. Cheers!
January 29, 2019
 

Our love is a town
Slowly metamorphosing into a city.
Where the roads are still dusty,
But the buildings get taller every time you visit.
Where the adults go work in big corporates
And the children still run naked on the streets.

Our love is an old Highway motel,
With neon lights
Scraping paint
More water in walls than in the sink
A creaky bed
And a picture hanging on a rusty nail:
A horse
A car
Or sunflowers.

Our love is shaky, slow.
Unglamorous.
It suffocates under pretension
And blooms in solitude.
It walks on the wrong side of the road
And kisses on airports.

Our love is confused
Like a town
Slowly metamorphosing into a city.

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December 18, 2016
 



We live in a world where,
the rules taught in school perish
just outside its gate.
So O' friend,
lets eat with our left hands,
paint outside the lines,
and pull someone's pigtails.
Because,
in the real world,
It'll matter that you have food
than to worry about how you eat it,
It'll matter that you achieve your dreams,
than how much you stayed in line,
and it'll matter you have a smile waiting at home,
than the tussle you got into.
Because,
You learn how to live,
when the dragon is just about to charge.

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December 10, 2016
 

"Take me, please,
to the land where no one cries;
a place where no one knows,
the pain,
of a broken heart."

"Honey, there ain't a place like this,
If there was,
I wouldn't take you to,
the land where everyone's happy,
a place where no one knows,
the joy
of mending a broken heart."

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November 25, 2016
 



Touch me like you would,
the pages of your favorite book.
Curious,
eager,
yet terrified.
Love me like you would,
the water dripping in the muddy nook,
Consistent,
Musical,
yet overwhelming.
Love me so you wish to tear me apart,
and destroy yourself in the process,
Cause, you and I must perish,
for us to be born.

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November 16, 2016
 

So hold me close tonight,
lest I slip away,
Not to a different arm,
but to my secret place.
Hold me tight babe,
I wish to be,
Small.
vulnerable.
Fragile.
Just for tonight.
For tomorrow with the sun I rise again,
To fight the war
within me.
All by myself.

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November 15, 2016
 

She knew him today, just like she had first seen him.
Through slits.
Incomplete.
Beautiful.
She had peeked through the slit to see him more,
to see him complete.
But, through all this time, she had failed.
He lay with her now, just a part of him,
while the other wandered somewhere on the moon.
She could just guess.
Did she want to know his secret?
She wasn't sure.
Did she want to fill the gaps in him?
She wasn't sure.
So, she lay and loved him back.
Incomplete.
Beautiful.

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November 6, 2016
 

She had started falling for him,
Or maybe the idea of him.
She couldn't decide.
She wouldn't tell.
Maybe she was afraid of rejection,
of ridicule.
Or maybe, she was afraid of acceptance.

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November 5, 2016



But aren't we all broken children,
bound in grown-up bodies,
pretending to be adults?
And for what?

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