nat-tuj-ni-maj

नातं तुझं माझं

People ask me why my poems are full of unfulfilled love. Always asking if I am sad, hurt or just incapable of writing anything remotely happy. But I think there’s a certain kind of beauty in sadness. There is beauty in longings and beauty in separations. Here’s yet another poem and yes as always it is a bit sad. It talks about tainted unfulfilled love and of loneliness that follows after a blissful union. Hope you all like it.

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would-she

Would she?

Would she paint her toenails red
To mask the pains that her tears bled
Would she laugh at a random joke
Just to hide the truth that her eyes spoke
Would she pretend to like the summer days
When her heart is full of hopeless greys
Would she play her part just well
To cover the fears which in her dreams dwell
Would her lips smile as the painted masks
Bleeding with words that broke her heart
Or would she dare to bare it all
Fight her demons and stand up tall

– Ashwini Nawathe

Image courtesy: Ajay Pake