Pratibha Pandey's Blog

Forgive me

My dear,

forgive me for the moments

where I forget

your brilliance

can never be the same

as the fiery skies

of our shared memories

What ifs

What ifs.
Feast on me tonight
From shadows i lovingly fed;

Want. Desire. Greed. All of it.
or nothing ?
Blessings tainted by doubts
Till i see it all slip
To a place forgotten,
Sealed by your colors
I find new prayers on your lips

Together

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The music enveloped her; making her feel that if she were to fall right now, she would find herself floating on the high notes of his voice. It did not matter if the lyrics were borrowed ones, his singing gave her pleasure more than his love.

“You make me want to be a better man”, he had whispered last night and he really needed to do that. She sighed, her disappointment and anger mixed in the cut marks hidden below her dress. It was her way to punish him for s...

Stories

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There was a system to all the envelopes hanging in her house; a system only she knew. The black ones for the characters never published, the white ones for the ones who have not decided which story to appear in, and then there were the red ones.

The red ones were few and rare and sealed tight forever. Those were the stories that she had sold to others. She sometimes stood below a red one and tried to guess which little marvelous idea of hers was in that...

Headache

As the show came to an end, Champ felt like he has not watched his favorite person perform for the hundredth time, every time feeling so proud and lucky.

The actor turned towards the audience, flush with excitement, joy, and overwhelmed with love. He tried to not think of anything, filtering all voices from around him, closed his eyes, raised his hands, and sent a not so silent prayer to the skies.

From his position, Champ started checking the exit points, glancing over his team of bodygu...

A new day

Orange skies cocooning the birds

some seeking flight for fun,

Some returning to their homes;

A blank canvas awaits the paints,

Some dry, some bright, some hiding a tale,

The creator muses, a new day, a new game. 

Distance

“A hundred miles away, or perhaps next door – the distance does not matter”, he smiles as he whispered to himself. His mother used to say this about love.
“When the time comes, love will walk into your life and take you by surprise”, she would yell from the kitchen, shaking her head at his sulking frame.
He wished to hear her one more time, one last time before he left the house forever. Tomorrow, he would be in a new city, a new country with the love of his life. She used to be his next-door ...

I miss you

Rishikesh ..
Before I met you, I had no memory of this city. I had visited it a few times with my parents during summer vacations. I remember stopping at random shops to pick mangoes on the way and my mother reminding us not to soil our clothes because mango stains are too hard to get rid of. Mangoes, road trip, my mother teaching us old Bollywood songs while my father slept most of the time – that is all I remember. You had laughed when I told you this because when I met you, I did not like m...

Was it a lie

Was it ever real,
those 3 am emails after office,
the morning calls for breakfast
the reminders for a walk
and the night full of poems
sent in multiple parts
over emails, texts and calls;

Did you ever realize
the tears I shed when you left
my silent wishes to just see you once
the false stories I told myself
or the poems through winds i sent
the time I roamed in your city
wondering i...

Love wrapped in colors

It started with the lock down. The idea had taken root much before that, I admit. But being alone at home all day and night, made me think of picking a new hobby. With the least number of materials required and the fact that I could always call my mother to give me video instructions, Knitting was the obvious choice for the new hobby. Even though I began with a dark purple yarn to knit a scarf for myself, the yarn got over before I could finish the scarf. Since I had to pick next yarn by sho...