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Memories

The alarm goes off, I snooze it over and over,

My life is not a bustle,

Yet getting out of bed seems like a hustle,

Monotony clings to me and my salwar kameez,

It's white and maroon makes me even more sleepy,

Uniform they call it,

A very fitting name indeed,

I contemplate ironing it,

It's winter time, my jacket hides well,

I decide against it,

I complain how my hair is ruined by braiding them daily,

This should be considered a felony,

Obligation to oil and braid;

Oh boy! I'm late again,

I rush, forgetting all about my value education textbook,

It lays lonely somewhere, waiting to be picked up, dusted off,

I somehow manage to run my way to class,

My last bench and my best friend await me,

There's commotion in the adjoining row,

Nothing surprising, it's a daily affair,

Someone decided to make Maggi today by adding onions to the boiling water,

"Try sticking to debates and studies buddy," I whisper under my breath,

Sky would fall apart if I ever dare say it out loud,

I would have never managed to befriend these people if it wasn't for her,

They are singing and cracking inside jokes now,

Mad, crazy people,

But deep down I know,

Without this adjoining row,

I could never survive on my own,

Bell rings and the day passes between prayers, bickerings, lectures, tests, fights, punishments and silly dances;

I close my eyes and it's the time to say goodbye already,

For the last time we laugh and hug,

I am afraid to let go of this certainity,

This feeling of home,

But it's time,

It's time,

To pack my school uniform and keep it enclosed inside my bed,

To box all the memories,

To miss my monotonous life, ruined braids, forgotten value education textbook, homework, peers, the campus,

The years of anxiety and stress,

Years of coming to my true power,

Bit by bit,

It's time for the realisation to hit,

That time strengthened it's wings each day,

When power surged it flew away,

Hints and clues it left behind,

For me to never go astray,

Move ahead little bird, there's no time left to rewind,

Memories...memories...encased in heart... Nothing else...

Cherished moments...so much learned... Never forget where you came from...

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

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Life... Journey... Death... Repeat

Each cut, each blow to my face,

Endless walks in crowded cities,

Meeting people both kind and cruel,

Loyal and deceiving,

Feeling emotions,

Of love and hate,

Joy and sadness,

Extreme, moderate and of mildness,

Reminds me of how alive I am;

Peeking through the open cracks,

Slithering into peoples' hearts,

Laughing at stupid jokes,

Each tear that slides through the black and white double doors,

Worrying about trivial things,

Makes me human;

Fear that causes the stirring of bones,

Sadness that engulfs me today,

Grudges that I cling to, like a baby holding on to a breast,

Memories that I reel with the hope of reliving them,

Moments of joy, grief, anger, pain,

The world that I built,

Will all fall apart, leaving crumbled pieces for others to pick,

Everything that I've felt will dissipate into the air,

Chaos that I carried within, will diffuse without,

When there will be no breaths to take,

No more tears to shed,

No more heartbeats,

No more sunshine to bask myself in,

No more death like winters,

No more life or the lack of it to see,

There'll be eternal peace,

No more storms... No more thunder...Calm

I shall be...

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

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Jhankaar-झंकार

She rises and drapes herself in her green silk saree,

Bangles adorn her hand, mehndi carved on her like an ancient rune,

Her eyes bright like moon in darkness of the night, decorated with kajal,

Bindi rests proudly between her brows, chest puffed out, enjoying the highest place on her,

I, however, cling desperately to her ankle,

My jhankaar, a trumpet announcing her arrival,

Bringing attention to her feet;

Chham... Chham... Chham...

I am her protest, her riot,

Her desire to be free,

When her lover enters her, I am her pleasure, When he takes her without her consent,

When unwanted hands pry her body, her disguised wounds, I am her muffled screams,

When the ache in her heart, body, soul is repressed,

I clink in unison with her bangles, Jhumkas,

Fighting against injustice;

I am her grief, when her newborn daughter is snatched from her hands,

Her son taught their oppressive ways,

When she cries for the man who never loved her,

I am her blood, when she bleeds each month,

I am her laughter when she hides her pain behind her ghoonghat,

I am her voice,

Not just a ghunghroo, panjeb, payal,

Chham...Chham... Chham...Jhankaar...

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

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Even if I burn down my walls,

Rip open my heart and lay it on a platter,

I still keep a part of me buried somewhere deep inside,

I always conceal my true self,

Anonymity is bliss, a guilty pleasure,

It keeps me hidden behind the shadow of my fears,

I am a thief,

Slyly robbing people of their deepest secrets,

Never truly revealing mine,

When my baggage gets too heavy to carry,

I leave bits and pieces here and there,

When my emotions overflow,

I put on my facade and make strangers my vessel,

Before my thoughts envelope me, I flee to bask myself in others essence,

I elope with my fears and steal theirs too,

I dodge every bullet, every obstacle that comes my way,

No, I am not brave,

I never look my insecurities, my problems in the eyes,

I have always been an escapist,

A trickster,

I spin my web of lies and tangle myself between them,

I am no less than a coward,

I fear, not my actions but the loss of my escape route,

Where do I run when I am alone?

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

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Morning mist soothing my feet,

On the soft grass, over the hills and the mountains,

The ocean waves singing sweet melodies,

The sandy lanes shimmering under the gaze of the warm sun,

The pitter patter of rain while the sky makes love to the land from afar,

Brewing coffee and the scent of petrichor,

Words floating all around,

Buried inside books,

Away from the voices of my monsters,

Leaving this crowded city,

Far from the penetrating eyes of the society,

Lost in my own world,

Surrendering to the jewels of nature,

Searching for my neverland,

Among meadows and plains,

In the lavenders of my heart,

Where serenity rules and peace prevails,

It is the place I so deeply desire,

Find me my wonderland,

And lull me to sleep...

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

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This poem titled ADULTERY is an acrostic. I was inspired to write this after reading Paulo Coelho's book "Adultery"

I love reading Greek Mythology and one of the greatest adulterous acts committed was by Aphrodite and Ares. Aphrodite was the Olympian goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation, she was married to Hephaestus the god of fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forges and the art of sculpture. Zeus married Hephaestus to Aphrodite to prevent the war between Gods fighting for her hand, Zeus did this due to Hephaestus' ugly appearance but Aphrodite continued having several love affairs with other Gods.

Aphrodite's most famous love affair was the one with Ares, the God of war. One day while Aphrodite and Ares were together they were caught in an invisible but strong net by Hephaestus, and exposed to the amusement of the other Gods at Mt. Olympus.

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This one is a nano poem. I wrote it a few months back and I really want to discuss the concept behind it.

Marital rape is an issue which is very rarely talked about in Indian society. We may have advanced in many fields but we still have a long way to go when it comes to respecting boundaries and being understanding towards others. It's is often believed that once you are married, you are dedicated to that person and you are to satisfy their needs whether you are in the condition to or not.

Ego plays a major role here and rejection is surely a way to hurt one's ego. Denial of intercourse in a marriage many a times leads to domestic violence and rape. Many people think that there's no thing as marital rape as once you get married you have rights over your partner. It is not okay to do that just because you have the certificate. Here's the thing:

Rape is rape, no matter by whom. The only person who owns your body is you. And if you feel it is being violated by someone, then it is.

It is a crime and glorifying it in the name of "right" over each other in a marriage is downright inhumane. Consent is word we need to understand in it's true sense.

-Pratibha Badgal AA

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Outside My Window, Inside My Heart

It rains heavily forming pits, ravines and gullies,

Water seeps inside the ground, the crevices of windows,

Clouds rumble angrily,

Thunder jolts awake the sky and my melancholic self,

The stars hide, shying away from the lightning,

They discuss in whispers the hoax about the arrival of the devil,

The air is thick with tension, it's frightening, terrifying,

The chaos outside my window mirrors the one brewing inside me,

It's true what they say:

As within, so without...

-© Pratibha Badgal AA

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noun: harakiri

ritual suicide by disembowelment with a sword, formerly practised in Japan by samurai as an honourable alternative to disgrace or execution.

My own thoughts these days feel like a disgrace to me, my emotions are sharp enough to lead me to my ultimate demise... What do I need a sword for?

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

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There's this pit in my stomach when I interact with people. The more the people, the more that pit widens it's horizon. It's dreading. I feel myself on the brink of tears. I feel lost and unloved in moments like these. Although I have everything I could ever hope for. I hope this pit loses its sense and it diminishes. I hope it's just my age. For I don't think I can live with it my entire life.

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This is so beautiful. Thank you so much @universalmemoir ❤I hope you had a great Christmas and may this new year bring you all the joy and optimism that you deserve. All the love -PB :)

the world needs you

for the stranger you have a kind heart and wild spirit a mind full of pictures and ideas rooted in your spirit you hold stars on your fingertips i only hope, my dear that you continue to grasp the interesting concept that you need not be any more than yourself and i, i am proud of you dear, kind stranger please continue on continue speaking the words that flow from your spirit the world needs to hear them

most of all, the world needs you.

h.rae | universalmemoir

for @badgalpratibha, my #pssecretsanta. i wish you all the best this year. <3

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Red~ BOO! I’m your secret santifa!!! It’s been wonderful meeting you and I hope that I’ve filled your month with joy and happiness! May your Christmas be filled to the brim of blessings!

Hey!!! Thank you for all the love and joy. Merry Christmas!!! 💜❤

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!!! I hope you are having a grand day my friend! I’ll see ya tomorrow 😉 -🥀

Merry Christmas to you too!!! I'll wait 🤗

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Silent Storm

Her paint smeared hands await,

Coffee brews silently in one corner,

It's scent wafts around,

Her dreamcatcher chimes gently,

It's sound making sweet promises,

The wind blows away her torn sheets,

Dancing around like a ballerina,

Her stories are itching to be told,

Their pleas longing,

Open mouthed she sits,

Words reaching but never touching her tongue,

Her lips quiver,

Chaos builds within,

Thumping on her walls,

She drowns within her memories,

Just to swim back up,

Her surface yet again

Awaits...

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

Merry Christmas 🎄 and a very happy new year @artyprose. May you find peace and love around you. Keep unleashing your art and your talent. Stay artistic. May this winter embrace you with its snowy blanket offering you warmth and calmness that you deserve ❄ ♥

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You have two secret santas! (Or santifas-) I always sign mine off with this flower here- 🥀

I know💜🤗