Death, take me.

Death, take me.

By Sarvesh Antapurkar1 Comment
Ever been in a place where you have nothing to say, but a lot to tell. Where all you feel is empty, but inside, you are on the verge of puking out all the crap that you hold inside. Where your mind screams, "Death, take me." What do you do then? Do you walk and hope that it will go down like the extra fat on your tummy? Or do you run, for it to come off like the sweat?   Ever did you try hiding, where it won't be able to see you? Or perhaps jumping down from the 14th floor?   Do you ever talk it out? Or sing it, like all those sad and depressing songs, which tend to suck out all the energy inside you?   Throw it off, like you throw a pebble in a steady lake, disturbing its peace and then drowning it to death? Or simply standing in a thunderstorm, and let the current burn it down to ashes?   Did you ever let it flow like...
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Situation

Situation

By Sarvesh AntapurkarNo Comments
With the passing time and so he was realizing that he wasn't made for the thing in which he was falling into. For he wasn’t meant to stay at a single place and spend his whole life in it. He wasn’t meant to stay there forever. It was not his cup of tea. Fascinations were all around him since a long time then. And he had known all the ways he can go with. The options were of no short as well. Everything he had a passion for, was in front of him and yet he was there. Stationary. Unfortunstely he had no other choice but to do what he was forced into. There was pure helplessness that he was feeling. Helpless to pull himself out of the thing he was up with. Sometimes, it is just that you have to do it. For, either it’s the only way and you have no other option. His was the same situation. Passion would serve great and he will be happy, he...
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Love, Rose

Love, Rose

By Sarvesh Antapurkar2 Comments
With the heart beating out excitement, as I walk along her side, I realize that our togetherness was destined. After all our compatibility with each other was beyond expression. From being mere classmates to friends to best friends and finally to being at a point of loving each other forever, we had reach. This was our first outing off her city and planning it well was must. Then there we were, in middle of the day. The sun setting over the horizon and we walking hand in hand by the mighty Arabian. The sea always made her happy. Happy beyond limits. She always said that her favourite terrain being the beach. And so the walk by the sea, was on the itinerary of the day. Everything was going as planned, but then life is unpredictable, isn't it? She stopped in between and I turned around to see why. Holding a red rose in her hand, she got on her knee. With both her...
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Helpless

Helpless

By Sarvesh AntapurkarNo Comments
Helpless.   Haven't you ever felt so?   Seeing things and not able to change the wrong.   But wrongs had always been there, then it dawns.   However, helplessness? Perhaps not.   Then what made the wrong to stay so?   Was it the silence?  Or had it been the rotten core?   To change the wrong the question always arrived   We ignore and name it helplessness. (Can that be denied?)   Aren't we at the stage yet where we are aware of it and need to change it?   Or would it take some more sisters, homies and lovers to be molested before it?   Is it really the issue with the society as a whole?   Or is it just merely us on a personal chore?   It's been long now. Long enough to bear and be helpless.   It's time to make those wrong helpless. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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My Poetry

My Poetry

By Sarvesh Antapurkar14 Comments
On the nights when I sleep alone, missing you by my side, the vacancy never fills up and sustains the void, On such night you become my poetry. At times when I see you, the times when I forget to notice anything else, when I'm full with you, At such times you become my poetry. On the days when you are down, sad and upset, and talking to me when you say,"thank you for cheering me up' On such calls you become my poetry. Just looking in your eyes, resting my head on your shoulder, when you caress my face with your fingers, You become my poetry. And then as I leave, headed back to my field, I get a knot in my throat and I can't speak, When I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, You become my poetry. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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