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Pragati Attarkar Poem
Sunshine in rain,
And midnights in vain.
Eyes are wide open,
But vision is already broken.
I appeared to you as a whole,
But you went slicing through my soul.
Taking you to a point of no return,
Witnessing the iced topping on every sinister burn.
Sympathy is asked by the weak,
Love and affection is all they seek.
We've come too far from this phase,
Every scar from my memory has already been erased.
But somewhere it's still residing inside of me,
Which won't let me set free.
It haunts me at every point of my existence,
Yet I proved out to be quite persistent.
This battle will continue until I flee,
And a new personality will take over me.
History as always will repeat itself,
And in this memory, I dedicate this turn of phrases to my dead self.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2023
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Voices rush towards me all at once,
Which I've been contemplating about since months.
It's the frozen heart of mine,
Which stops the other half of me from being kind.
Personality clashes at its peak,
There's no place left for being weak.
It's the constant self doubt wrapping around me,
I'm not good enough which even everyone else can see.
No blazing fire can melt this heart,
I was the reason for my own thwart.
I've really came a long way with no point of return,
Which is worth glorifying my burns.
For once, I wanna feel the way I used to do,
And wanna fancy my life without having to search for clues.
The way my personalities take drastic turns,
Tells that I'm a flower which gives scars in return
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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Isn't this all I wanted?
But why do I still feel haunted?
Flashbacks echoing in my mind,
Stop it now, just leave those memories behind.
This residential terrible memory lanes,
Runs through the veins in every part of my brain.
The more I search for myself,
The more I found myself in those deep and neverending delf.
In these journey to find happiness,
I surely discovered the mutual and dormant state that drowns you into emptiness.
They say, that channel your energy into the right direction,
And you'll find answer to all your questions.
But do I need an answer to this cursed life?
Which has already turned into a hellish rife.
Through the needle of understanding I manage to gather,
I try to weave the threads of my soul, emotions and thoughts all together,
But then, suddenly the grip of my needle loosens,
And these threads remain unwoven.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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Within these beautiful and heavenly skies,
Lies a hell in disguise.
It starves you for day and night,
And then provides you with a tiny bite.
It offers you with lavishing bait,
Which fools like us believe it to be as our fate.
We think we are the only ones suffering ,
But it is what this world is actually offering.
The more you get tangled in this comfort spell,
The deep you'll drown in this obnoxious well.
Just only your natural demise,
Can guarantee your escape from this hell in disguise.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2023
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Pragati Attarkar Poem
Isn't this all I wanted?
But why do I still feel haunted?
Flashbacks echoing in my mind,
Stop it now, just leave those memories behind.
This residential terrible memory lanes,
Runs through the veins in every part of my brain.
The more I search for myself,
The more I found myself in those deep and neverending delf.
In these journey to find happiness,
I surely discovered the stagnant and dormant state that drowns you into emptiness.
They say, that channel your energy into the right direction,
And you'll find answer to all your questions.
But do I need an answer to this cursed life?
Which has already turned into a hellish rife.
Through the needle of understanding I manage to gather,
I try to weave the threads of my soul, emotions and thoughts all together,
But then, suddenly the grip of my needle loosens,
And these threads remain unwoven.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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Yes, he was born to blow my mind,
And I was born to write sad stories.
He reminds me of someone,
Giving me an access to my forbidden memories.
He shines like a star in the midst of the crowd,
Whereas, I am compelled in darkness or morelike someone thrown out.
He is surrounded by people admiring him for who he is,
And I am in the shadows like a bizarre disease.
I saw his eyes and they were full of dreams,
Honestly, I was jealous because mine only had unheard screams.
We are different and can never be the same.
That's why he is 'hortensia' and I am the fallen rain.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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Extremely overwhelming enthusiasm,
with life depressing sarcasm.
Nihilism at its finest,
I forgot what's the feeling of best.
The more life goes further,
The more it gets darker.
What's the point in you and me,
When at the end of the day we are just gonna flee.
When I walk through the crowd,
I can only hear myself aloud.
I am deeply frozen and done,
Maybe I am the chosen one.
Nothing feels familiar,
Not even the nature with it's beautiful glacier.
As I pass by the creatures belonging to earth as said,
Within their emotion and commotion, I just wish to fade.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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Pragati Attarkar Poem
Extremely overwhelming enthusiasm,
with life depressing sarcasm.
Nihilism at its finest,
I forgot what's the feeling of best.
The more life goes further,
The more it gets darker.
What's the point in you and me,
When at the end of the day we are just gonna flee.
When I walk through the crowd,
I can only hear myself aloud.
I am deeply frozen and done,
Maybe I am the chosen one.
Nothing feels familiar,
Not even the nature with it's beautiful glacier.
As I pass by the creatures belonging to earth as said,
Within their emotion and commotion, I just wish to fade.
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"I'll be there for you",
Said by the scars it drew.
I've got a will,
which was made to steal.
Eyes were too used to it.
Now they are just blind without it.
Never wanted it at any bait,
But that's what people call fate.
Now, I'll let it go.
Even if it makes me a foe.
You can never see me again.
Because I am going to fade in vain.
Just know that I'll be there with you.
Feel me through the cool breeze in which the echoes of our moments flew.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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How could you do that to yourself?
You don't even have the slightest idea of how it felt.
You are just making things up,
You have no idea how hard it is to coverup.
All the pain I went through,
Seems meaningless after seeing myself with no clue.
Tried so hard to not look at others.
But kept self sabotaging one after the other.
Never thought I'd ever end up here,
But that's what you get after dealing with extreme pain and fear.
Life gets better and everything happens for a reason,
But deep down we all know that I am meant to be a bad season.
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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