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Raveena Warkad

You came and  left, Many times. And came again, But I refused. To look at you, That beauty, that charm. I never realised. Until I stood in the same place as you. Until our stories resonated at the same frequency. Until I saw, my reflection in you, And found... read more...
16-Jan-2017 • 104 views
  "I don't believe in love"Said she with a smile.Her calming Aura,And astonishing poise.Preffered silence,But.... No powerOver those expressive eyes. Unsaid, untold,Uncountable stories.She Buried so deep,Like they neverFormed a part of her life.Yet, They awakened fears Everytime Love made it... read more...
17-Jan-2017 • 128 views
Lying in bed,I still call your name.Never had been a morningWithout you.Nor the night ever complete.Still longing for you to come.Come and love me!Love me again,Like you did!You always did.Called me names, Made me laugh,With all your wit, you fought... read more...
26-Feb-2017 • 158 views
Those demons have grown old with me.Along with my age,With every breath. When puberty hit me,I knew exactly what to do.Mumma became my guide.Aunty narrated her first menstrual story.And grandma!She explained me a new set of rules. But when demons did;A loud... read more...
05-Mar-2017 • 113 views
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My grandmother,Always praised my mother.For being the best wife.The ideal one her son could ever find.She cooked for her husband,Even at midnight.When he would come,All trembling withintentions to harm her badlyThat night.My mother!Would still be forgiving,Would not raise her voice... read more...
10-Mar-2017 • 112 views
  She just felt the shore.Near her.As though waitingFor her to arrive.After surviving that tempest,In the night sky,Whose shadesShe looked uponTo wonder,If similar were the shades of her life.Not long has it been,The fading sunset, Brought back the bright sky.The stars... read more...
14-Mar-2017 • 129 views
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You look at me,Like an object of wonder.Talk about me,For fun.And fun, Is not a blunder!You pat your back,For those witty references.'Flat LED screen'Or a Kite,That would flyBecause the breezeHas enough powerTo just blow andEasily I will be plundered.I love... read more...
21-Mar-2017 • 106 views
  I felt proud!Proud as they were.When they appreciated my silence,More than my words.They would praise me for that, for years to come;Whenever few guests arrived or At family functions,which took place every month.Made me the role model, for my sisters. And insisted... read more...
29-May-2017 • 103 views

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