The Un-Rhymed Perfect...

Early hours of the morn...
Their eyes full of moist complete.
Lying in arms of peaceful rest....
They exchanged a soothing word vibe...
Audible...yet mute...
A while ago their Auras had communicated....
Now it was them....
She said....You are a man....
A free soul, a gypsy at heart.
You have many friends, male-female...
Many of them, your fans
Others who make you their muse...
Most of them have a huge crush on you
And maybe even love you to a great extent....
You are a human with natural needs.
You have me...
You know I have faith.
I know for a fact that you flirt....
You give them dices to play.
You like to take turns of leading and seeking....
The follow, catch, run excites you...
I blame you not for the manly desires u possess...
You might not cross your limits or you may at times control or maybe otherwise do things to please your senses....
You must like a few women too....
And all of us have crushes and wishes....
Once I went berserk with the presence of delicates and strongs in your life...
Felt shaken and unwanted and sidelined and less loved....
But we evolve with time....
We see that we are leaving behind one vice at a time....
Jealousy gets replaced with calmness....
And we are less worried....
I will tell you every speck of my soul...
But I don't expect u to do so....
I ll tell u the most dark n white secrets too....
We'd make love....
I'd keep living in your care....
But I don't expect u to do so.....
Like u have a journey....
So have I....
And so does that man who likes me...
You hate that man, we both know....
We can't expect that he'd be decent in our definition....
In fact we cannot expect anything...
Not even from ourselves....
It's his journey....
It's your female friend's journey....
How does it matter as to how others behave....???
When sometimes we can't even control our behaviour?
Whose lines....?
Who decides...?
Who is answerable???
Aren't we answerable to just ourselves or maybe not even that?
We either feel good doing what we do or we don't feel that good....
That's what is.....
The He's in my life
The She's in yours
Anyone in ours....
It doesn't matter....
All that matters,
Is that our core remains light filled
And we keep purifying ourselves...
That's what spirituality says....
Purity isn't over rated at all....
As I rightly said....
You will be never asked about any details or happenings in your life beyond my involvement...
When we are together we are together....
When we are not together...
We still are together in many ways....
Even if we don't aim at that togetherness....
It is a blessing all lovers have....
Knowing that I can ask....
But choosing not to do so gives it an edge....
Yes I know my work and you know yours
Rest will take care of itself
We are matured enough....
To never raise the topic or bring up the past....
There will be judgements...
A lot of finger pointing....
And mayhem under the calm waters
Of impressive projection....
Relations are not built in a day....
It takes years....
We can't go wrong....
We have learnt to take all opinions seriously
And at the same time listen to our heart at the end of the day....
Being humble....
Staying grounded in this journey
Is more important than proving the talent...
And when it comes to us....
You are my ground....

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

Quench...

And then...

The glasses clinked

The eyes winked

Lips arched

Revealing a string of pearls

With dimpled rouge beside

Fluttered together 

Kohled wings n pulse

With every sip

Of a velvette dream 

Desire burned through...

Undermining senses...

Sharpened need...

To be....

Free....

To have....

Want...

fulfill...

Believe...

Or pretend...

To be loved...

To dare, bare, share, care

To empty the last particle

Of completeness

Within

Pouring out our flames

In the untamed unknown

Where strangeness

Melts into closeness

The feel becomes real

Even if it is for a milisecond 

In fantasy

Of an imaginary lifetime...
I would give anything 
To belong to you
You keep telling me 
To live the moment...
Breathing in your presence
Your essence push out any apprehensions 
Of the unknown....
Every sight draws your image
Every sound is your voice
Every speck of being is your existence
I dissolve in the realm of your creation
Our vision sealed
Our fates crystallized into a vision
My every now is You
There can be no aspiration 
Of being like each other
Since there is no yin without yang
you are my bad, i choose to be your good
Still you are my better half
and half of me and half of you
Is a dream we've seen...
together....
In this life or next it stands to come true
since our destinies are sealed 
in a contract of definite possibilities
of accepted awareness
where we choose...
To be the inhale and exhale of the One

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe

Tripolar...

I felt troubled
He understood my hunch
I told him my force, 
And that we needed a better punch
We were soulmates, we were destined to be,
Well, maybe...
He referred me to his best friend, a healer was he
So I went to him explaining my plea
All that went on and churned and knead
All that drooped in, unbashfully said
He listened to me with all his heart
Even the natural and the not so obvious part
He checked my pulse and sensed me through
He scanned my aura and saw my crew
Of guardian angels and spirit guides
Who helped me through with all the tides
He said You are God's very own child
With energies that are uniquely styled
He stopped and stumbled and gazed me true
Our auras merged creating a brew
Irresistible it was, we had to accept
Difficult to let go, entangled in percept
We knew there was little that he could heal
And much more to it than we could actually feel
He let me go but held me in heart
Reliving my pulse off the emotion cart
Smart was I & I could sense
There was more to him than just the present tense
I knew that he recreated the pulse in his heart
I came back to my soulmate, narrating from the start...
My soulmate stopped me and held me close
You needn't tell me, he said , 'your gaze has froze'
You met him and you liked that he liked you - he said
To which I nodded and blushed in red
Soulmates are we and we are meant to be
But our souls aren't bound in this physical tragedy
I let you go to bask with him
He is a healer mind you, without a whim
He has always healed many or few
He ll take care of my heart more precious than dew....
My gaze still frozen with love from the poles
Suspended in a force held in place from the roles
I tried to pull n push from near
And reasoned to head without a fear
I liked both but loved none
Realizing that there can never be only one
Love I will and love I can
Until the mortal laws I could understand
I know I am wild and my spirit is free
As Divinity's very own girl could be
Then I roamed, loved and lost a few
But held on strong to my faithful crew
They applauded laughed celebrated and smiled
At every experience of blueprint that was filed
I lived to love and loved to live
And finally had everything to give
I was never the one and there could never be an only one for me
With this wisdom, my face now glows with glee...
I am seen in everyone of us...
A gypsy that accompanies us in all this fuss...
I should live and I must stay
Till we cease to exist and fray
Flirt, curse, bitch n pray
Accept that beautiful can also be gray
Of not to pretend and not to act
To be natural and matter of fact...
Healer Soulmate and of course me
Tripod as stable as it can be
and Pyramid points that connect
To live love and not to expect
To realize within who are we
Introspect ask answer and see
at last...
It will never be about women or men
It has to be about US being Zen

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

Perceptions.......

There was a streak of J 
In one big green
She held it close to heart
For close to heart was also a star
Who shone as bright as a gleaming mirage in a horizon of a full blown day of anticipated longings
The star wasn't a stable one
Shooting star it was...
It had a tail and brightening light
The trail it left kept collecting vibes
From cosmic particles near and far
It's magnetic force so strong and true..
Stones and dust and some gaseous few
Collected round guzzling around
A rock unknown alien and new flew from nowhere and crossed the bound...
Entered its orbit piercing its ground
To the core it went right through
Making its way fusing the brew
That lay withing this shining star...
The particles around went bonkers at this
They cussed they fussed they fretted n
and were pissed
She got to know of the coincidental entry
She flamed and fumed and blew haywire
She set ablaze in heat of desire
She tried to fight with all her might
But....
The star had already altered in core
It wasn't in the star's wish and will
She tried to search for the rock to pick
She wanted to slash it throw it and prick...
She roasted in the sear of stealth
She couldn't make out who they were and what they felt
For no longer the rock was a rock and star the star it had been
There won and very much one
And their composition had a radiant sheen
They shone they rose they expanded with time
Till they enveloped all that shined....
They were together and their universe was set
Into the world and the world in their net
Some unions are never meant to be...
She understood and set her envious remains free...
Now this She remains on a land Watching the shining Sun and sand
For the star and the rock she sees
In every bit of tiny speck n fleas...
Her envy has turned into marvel
Her desire to surrender
Her journey in this lifetime was to go inward deep and under....
She now meditates on the outline of perspective
And dreams of her last in hope of finding herself mix up with their divine union as a part of her conscious remains as a soul miniscule of existence on the perceptive physical plain that she is resides in
She is now... She is in awe...
She has changed....
And.... This is how... It is meant to be...

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

Soulmate monologue

Unaccepted uncertainty...
Giving rise to fear.
Accepted uncertainty...
Resulting in adventure.
Somebody unable to do something
Non acceptance leading to jealousy
Acceptance,turning it to inspiration....
Journey from hurt to hatred...
And hurt to forgiveness....
They meet at a point....
They see talk experience and express...
I want to go somewhere alone
With no familiar face....
Bugged with being the domestic goddess - she said....
Not that I m saying this is not important - she justified
Just that I can be so much more than what I already am - she explained
I so want to get drunk once and be carried home n feel safe while doing it... - she wished
He listened to it and said -
Just take the blame once, life is simple then...
She asked how... He explained....
I never get it - how can i value myself
Its making myself available and cheap
My feelings and passions are invaluable....
Just like how music gives us so much...
U cant measure it in materialistic terms...
She heard him....
You are extremely valuable and important for me.... - she said....
And she continued....
And it's beyond money between us.
Just like I m clear
as to I wouldn't like to exploit any one for their kindness...
I also understand that all things cant be measured in numbers...
I understood why we aren't husband n wife and just lovers....
When a relation is moulded in a label or a registration its laden with a full baggage of expectations and responsibilities and ties of society and family and law and more importantly joint custody of materialistic earnings...
This makes the invaluable lose its value....
I don't know what you think of me...
Or if you call this love.
But I am happy the way things are...
I wouldn't want to marry you ever....
At least for this lifetime...
For the persons that we are and the conditions given....
Certainly not...
I don't think much about future.
Rather this is such a valuable lesson I learned after our connection....
As u don't like to call it love...
That now is the moment....
Just to have someone who understands the craziness the insanity the mood swings the highs n lows and is able to see the creative energies in the human that u are.... Is enough....
And having spouses way different than we are makes it even more ironically special n worth acknowledging....
And putting words to thoughts balances the energies well....
It's like spring cleaning of the mind...
Helps aligning well when I react to people n situations...
I ve started talking lesser n lesser in the last few months
This quiet is unexplainably beautiful
Silence is everything - rest all is translation
That's it...
Guess as a part of growing.... getting lonely is normal...
All artists are loners at some point...
And our art is bigger than us....
All artists learn to enjoy their own company
Rather best when they can be alone to bask in their art....
Words.... Drown me up....
And this drowning is soothing...
Better than any massage on earth
U know what I remember....
The beautiful quiet lanes of Osho teerth....
Where there is absolute tranquil... Roads and intricate filigree of shade n sun throughout....
I can sleep on that foot path n just be...
I can embrace my last at that NOW...
Thank you for making me Aware....
She closed her eyes, let the tear drop...
They smile...
Their batteries are recharged....
They lead their own lives....
Until they meet again....

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

Travelogue

I saw a temple In a dream
Surrounded by a garden
Of flowers fruits birds intricate
Fragrant vibrant, textures delicate
Spectrum of shades and many a hue
Bees, butterflies, crickets, moths
Dancing radiant with sparkling dew
I was offered a drink made of fragrant waters from the blossom wombs
And sweetened with the ambrosia of the buzz slog...
The drink, it made me excited , high, hallucinated and numb...
There were patterns in front of my ken
I struggled to remember who offered me to take the very first sip
About the reasons I landed where I was
The aroma, the taste became too overwhelming for my senses...
I felt feeble wasted and vulnerable
To the surroundings that were...
The buzzing Bees became dancing goddesses and the butterflies turned into kites with eyes and tails
They yelled screamed and shouted of names that I knew
And I couldn't understand why
I tried to reason but my wits gave up
I surrendered to the happenings
Slowly drifted in the impending lull...
Crawled in sleep with a meek sludge...
Reached the base step of the temple
I was still in sleep in the dream
In a passed off trance with my higher self besides me
Directing me to do the needful
Now,I stopped questioning and just followed the commands
A force pulled me up every step of the divine space that lay above
I could feel it in my bones that I absorbed the zinging vibes getting denser and heavier with every ascend
I gasped for breadth I battled to survive
And the journey never seemed to end
I know there was a God house above
A chapel a mosque a prayer room
That my human mind could comprehend about
What I never knew was that the flight up
Was exhausting tiring and involving
The senses were at stake
The awareness challenged beyond perception
I could hear many familiar voices
And these were different that the arthropods n bugs that called out from back then...
These were the voices of the names that they had screeched back then...
Yes calling out to me... Lovingly...
My heart warmed up a bit
I could hear the pounding go down to beats and then feel my pulse
I calmed...felt lighter
The climb got easier...
And suddenly I was there....
Up there...
I felt free....
In the light...
Where I recognised everyone
They recognised me
And there were no words
Just vibrations
And being...
I wasn't I any longer
Nothing pained
After ages.... I felt genuinely peaceful...
Someone nudged me gently to look down
Right below at the base of the temple
Lay...a human body that was labelled as I....
But it wasn't me...
I wasn't myself either....
With no entity of my own...
I was glad to call myself
An energy...
The souls around exuded joy
It was a time to rest, recuperate...
A spirit always did that before taking another human birth...
And poor humans called themselves spiritual....
Humans had power unaware of what they were beyond their bodies
Pure glows of vibrating energy forms
Now it's not even Us
And....
No longer...I...

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

Chance

Chances, are like off shore landings
Hastily taken calculated risks
Some happen by accident,
Yet very few get another chance
Those who ask for another one
Those who ask for one more
Those who ask for a last one
And those who keep asking
Are people who are also on a journey
As spiritual as each one of us
Just that every chance seeker
Needn't be spiritually seeking consciously....
Unconsciously yes we all are
Pearls from the same string
Uniquely different but made of same force
Lit by the same light
Right up to the subatomic levels, micro-electro impulses and way beyond the comprehension of human knowledge
Education gives us knowledge
But lifetimes lend us the wisdom
Yet we repeat the errors and reread the same chapters in every incarnations
The face changes - the lesson doesn't
It keeps repeating until we stop asking for more chances
And take the one we've got, seriously...
And then starts the progress point decimal at a time
Clearing out the debts, one at a time
In the quest of clearance, if it turns competitive, we are back to square one
All of us have to learn
All of us have to get better
All of us have to be wise
One experience at a time
Divinity is fair, it gives us chances
Many times our earthen primates don't
We fail we fall n we rise
Not all of us shine as we grow
Do all of us mature with growth?
Do all of us learn from others?
We are our own leaders
Our own motivators
We are driven by an underlining force which runs through us
Just that we need one attribute...
Of being AWARE
Let us keep giving chances let us keep forgiving,
For the sake of Human birth
Since we were too in his/her shoe at some point in our journey...
Just that let us do every thing in Awareness...
Give a chance without expectation
Let us try to have no desires
Only Aspirations...
Let us be aware of every thought word or action , every inhale exhale and heart beat....
Let us be grateful, let us be Fearless...
Let us be Aware....
Let us do what it takes...to get there!
Awareness brings in better chances of getting a cleaner slate with every birth
Positive negative no karma can set is free
It's only the Zero that will get us up there
Towards our true calling...
And suddenly there won't be any more chances
Asked for, taken, given or happening
After the Zero....
There would be just One....

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

Conversation...

Conversations start....
Like an off season shower of rain
They slowly rise ferociously...
Like a stormy whirlwind
And continue like a rhythm....
Of a train passing through a tunnel
In between are random halts
Of stations, off stations...
Also,intermittent pauses....
Like a space bar on the key board...
Then there is a break
Not much like a movie star, but a real one...
Then there is a wait...
Longer one...
Like a full blown pregnant dame about to pop
Agreements, fights,make ups, break offs, goof ups...
Time lingering n dwindling follows
Like a menopausal lady anxious impulsive and moody...
Before one knows it, death is near
That's when we realize
That we have had a relationship so dear
Alas...
Conversation ends
Mouth zips up...
We die...

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe.

Sides...

Two sides to a coin
Poles of a magnet
Polarity of people
Duality of concepts
Conjunction of theories
Intersection of principles
Yeah, crush words some more
Grind them till they form a paste
As smooth as the consistency
Of a homogenous mush...
As homospermadine homoerotic
homosynaptic homofermentative
homosocial homoparental as it can get
All intermingled into the unique creation called Sapiens
Each and every human has a story
Which he/she might not choose to tell
It is interesting to see that every tale again has two sides
And then no side is right or wrong
In one such tale
She accepted her mistake asked for forgiveness
She was at fault (seemingly so)
She put down her ego her guards
Surrendered everything private
Kept no visible secrets that could be documented proved or held against her
She slept well
There was nothing in her mind
She learned to love and love without a condition
She accepted the way of life that it was
He (her lawfully wedded half) rejoiced
He thought the blame was proven
She was bailed by him
She was accepted by his kind heart
She had strayed after all
She had a roving eye after all
His perspective was all wrongly right and rightfully wrong but unlabelled
He was supposed to be the master
He had the last word
He was allowed to have secrets
He felt powerful
He kept his stance
Of possessing her in unobtrusive ways
While he kept being the provider
He could never understand the mush
Mush that she had
Storms in her heart
Of conversations she missed to have
With her partner
Earlier she kept searching for her better half in him
She kept getting disappointed until she looked beyond
She experienced what she had to...
Learned failed laughed loved
Her lesson was of surrendering
To whatever came her way
This encircled the fighter within her personality
She had been aggressive upfront outspoken diplomatic
Now...
With the journey of yearning finding loving losing surrendering she found out one more thing
Of not expecting anything
From anyone...
Not from her half not even from her Full
She had kept longing for attention from him
Instead she kept receiving ample social following
A few kind words, a sentence of care, a look of concern and the silence of togetherness
Maybe these dreams were unreal
She smiled at the ironies....
She engrossed herself in going within
The cold chilling blue external atmosphere made her feel lost....
She suddenly started feeling the warmth inside...
Cosiness, softness, gentleness, cocooning glow that was absolutely soothing to her soul
The sounds of silence were music to her being
She was filled with light
Till there was just a perfect source of bright
And not he and not she
There was peace
Happy sad ignored expected betrayed loyal all dissolved into a perfect mush...
The mush was sublime
It could be sensed not felt or seen
She realised that there are no halfs
Complete was she
This was her side of the story
And suddenly the other side
Seemed perfect too
She thanked him
For being the reason of finding her own Full...

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

THE ANSWER

Your tears, my grief
A melancholic fusion
Death... a common factor
Of stark communion
In our lives
Your childhood was killed
My youth was murdered
Our destinies await
Some impatient results
And huge unexperienced incompleteness
An urge to find out
What we know (k)not...
Intertwined in our blueprints
You need mothering
I need love...
We aren't mutually exclusive
Inclusive are our questions...
Let the souls talk
Let the flow decide
Let the world unfold
By the drop of our words
Let us create
What we yearn for...
The most...
A reply!

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe​

Us.......

We rise but we don't shine

We plan but we don't mind

We forget but somewhere deep down we don't forgive

We dodge the opportunities yet say we dint get a chance

We don't change the stills but still expect a gush

We puddle up and then stress about it

We Refuse to grow up yet deny our childishness

We take a positive feed back with a pinch of salty suspect

And sarcasm as a stepping stone towards success

We calculate time as money but don't give money its due time...

To us, success means victory

The journey that lead us to failure doesn't mean anything at all?

We learn only by winning?
 Loss means a new beginning, when will we understand?

We feel Red , Green, sometimes blue ...at times pink too!

Can we catch color in hand? 
Or a fragrance? 
A memory? 
A taste?

Can we catch everything around us? 
Do we search answers to all questions?

Why is sometimes not getting an answer equal to success...?

Is it a real mirage?An enigmatic illusion? Dreamy destiny....destined dream?

Or is it just You and Me???...

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe

Lesson....

One day I went to him
With little dreams in eyes
Shinning like a thousand shooting stars 
On a dark moonless night
With experience none and on my own
It seemed that He could be a Genie that was flown
Right from the heaven of desires
I had cheeks with the tinge of rose
Blushing and droplets of nervousness right up to my nose
I made a decision too quick
I had everything to lose
He made promises that he couldn't keep
He let me down made me weep
This was nothing about Romance
Neither was it of expectations from him
It was just about a Wish that I hoped
For myself and the Art in me....
He said he was professional
And that he was a pro
Yes it was my first time
Yet I let it go...
I wanted to invest my blood sweat and energies in it...
The dream that was nailed and crushed to the bit
He duped me took my money
But he couldn't touch the core stream
He couldn't take me away from my dream
I cried for a few days in the grief...
Thanked my stars for having shown me much in such a brief....
I kept quiet I kept mum
I never mentioned it ever to anyone
I gathered myself started afresh
Understood that dreams were never to be labelled...
Each one was precious and needs extreme care
People might knock you down but life is always fair
I took more chances n dared to dream
At moments of lows wanted to scream
I held up strong I held up with patience
Till the time came to let it release
Now I m set and I plan to fly
It's about the flight and not about where I land
The dream stands glowing right in front of my eyes
Waiting to be held cherished and experienced in real time...
I know its too soon to tell,
But let me have my share and dwell...
It's about the vision of my eternal Divine
To set me free and let it Shine...
The journey is mine
One day all of us will die
But what we can do is at least give it
Another Try....

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe

De-Morale...

Gotcha moments...
Laced with multi-eurekas
Compoted in sugary sweetness 
Of the slog
That part of the stretch,
When one wants to give up;
But doesnt want to let go...
Of saying hello to the highs!!!
Hi's to the lows....
Of expecting and excepting
Of accepting and aspecting
The norms of a cultured 'Kumari'
Adding to the teachings
Of a well trained 'Bahu'
Of the urban household
Shunning the daily saga
Singing the independent raga
Of liberated adultery
Cross cultural biases
Multi lingual semi bred 'Sahibs'
And well endowed masters
Trying to keep...
Their keeps 
&
Their missuses
In place.... 
(where they belong according to them.....)
Either boosting their ego
Or
Seeding their breed respectively...
One managing their man-ness
Other their Social-ness
Appreciated
By pityful encouragement
Of the 'Bakshises' in kind 
Some in cash...
A few verbal praises here n there....
Taming the beast 
Controlling the chauvinism
Ruining the myriad of hues
Left in the corpse of sunshine
With fragments.....
Of commitments, attachments, infidelity, empty nests and faith....

Intertwined in the syrup of a mirage called home sweet home....
She is a woman...
Will it ever dawn upon us???

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe​

The Shedding

Deprived sleep leads me into a false sense of awareness
Altered senses go berserk and mood gets an unusual high
I long for Romance...
just realized that's what I have always done...
I have yearned for love...
whether it is true or false or genuine or made up...
what mattered to me was that someone would show up...
it was that demanding and vulnerable...
i seldom question , if this is loneliness?
I have declared to the world that I love solitude
What actually happens when I am left alone?
I gossip...with me...
And am afraid that I might be a secret narcissist
With so many skeletons still hidden in the closet
How can I b bashfully untrue of calling my life an open book?
This is all rubbish...bull shit...a bag full of scum...
Yes I agree I carry helluva baggage of the past
And yes I have my apprehensions about the future
But who doesn't?
Wouldn't I b called a saint then?
I am living a life of masks
they cast on and shed off manipulatively...
I deceive in relationships
I dodge and show my two faced strategies
I undermine underestimate and over sympathize the glory of being with myself
I like the mollycoddle
It may seem like a downright acceptance pattern
Shocking to many
Specially the DEARS & DARLINGS in life
Time has come to shed all inhibitions
To rise to unshine but to stand up
For who I am
Faulty yes, imperfect yes
MIRRORING my thoughts for all to read
Just gave a pat on my back
To show everyone what lies beneath...
A gentle nudge to I know who...
To open up to me and say to SELF
I really really love you...

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe​

Real...

Zone of inhibition
Encrusted with diamonte stigma
Dots of social circumference
Hindering the flow
Of deep flourish
Yearn of breath
Entangled with lusciousness of new involvement
Twirling within between and beyond
The magnet of being that you are...
Control doesn't mean what it has to
with you around
I m invariably unrecognizable 
In the US
I dwell
You let
I form
You fret
We discuss fuss cuss 
Then gushes a river 
Attracting restlessness
Of the longing of blushing union
Of desirable accompaniment
Of lovable understanding
Of togetherness
Even if it means realizing the dream that we both see
For a miniscule moment of LOVE
What we wish for
In reformed trustis a chance, a hope
And a lifetime
Of oneness...
That may be was...
That definitely is...
And 
That what will never ever be...

#InBetweenTheLines


- Prajakta Sathe​

Cocoon

I have a cocoon...
Like a crystal shell around me
It is made up of petals
Of joy mirth and solitude
Of moments of inner gossip
Which I do enjoy on and off
And dual tones of feelings
Many positive yet some not very so...
Yet I yearn to get back to my den
As soon as the day's hullaboo gets done
Then I can wait to join,
My own company...
Self love yes
Self awareness oh yeah
Selfish...ahh may be
Self consciousness... ya please!
Self realization...long way to go...
Where actualisation of thoughts begins
Is this zone of me time
Where I m the yin and the yang both
 I m the disciple and devotee both...
I try my level best to use the abundance around...
I smile a lot
Shed a tear or two if need be
Create practice experience entertain
Give myself...the longed for ME.
#InBetweenTheLines
- Prajakta Sathe​

Sissy Pissy...

Erotic dreams

Exotic thoughts

Jibbery routine

Cut throat willingness to barge through it all

Massive spurts of creativity

Adulation, narcissism

Virtues of diligence

Promises to keep

Unmindful amnesia

Solitude in the crowds

Chaos un-ordered for...

Unaccounted talks

Unwished for meets

Conversations on hold

Tasks incomplete

Unwinding, Untalking, Unthinking, Unskimping 

Skinny dipping and PDA

Shrink's , Chipmunks and Unicorns 

PETA's and Thetas

Zombies acting surreal

Kickass plethora

Butt-holes in the buts

Pigeons for/and lunch

Gang bangs and Platonic

Comparisons n hierarchy

To love

To be loved

Love to 

And all the works of making it

Wondering why its called sex

Gods particle and physicist's thanks giving 

A wink and a blink

An oink and a blank

Nurtured urge to go in for the jig

Prancing all around me in the ordered hob nob

Cussing along the borders of lang...

Appreciation, falsification...

Pretense...

To be a barf bag

And yet be all dolled up and fragrancated 

To impress and impose self on the so called

Gasps, sighs and sulks...

Differentiating....

Skipping a heartbeat, going breathless, out of breath, pulsating

Alive is burps, hiccups, farts and sneezes...

Living is.... well beyond being....or maybe simply existing

The struggle is to find it out...

Such a sissy pissy!!!

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe​

You are my hero...

There was a time there was a space
where doing don'ts was out of grace
There was a tale onto the tide
the galaxies that couldn't hide
And to the dream
upon a stream
of delightedness and tenderness
of doodling and poodling
yeah u.... are my hero
yeah u... are my champ
you take away my heart
and sparks that flew at start
Are beloving...endearing...enthralling...upturning
u hypnotize u tantalize
I fail to fathom n analyze
The twinkle in our eyes
Love in which it lies
Flying high on the woolly skies
Breaking way of earthy ties
yeah u.... are my hero
yeah u.... are my champ
I want to hold you
I want to obtain
Come n feel me
Lets sustain
Worldly lines r our cue
we'll sing it on outlandish hue
that's when they know
That our Love's meant to grow
you are a pro...
your a HEROOOO
Yeah u... are my hero
yeah u...are my champ...

#InBetweenTheLines


- Prajakta Sathe​

Spontalious...

Strip me off my midnight sickness
Of cravings, of urges, of bodily needs
Get me my heavenly blown sleep
Right from the clouds of desire
Tame them with a flame of lust
Lining it with a call from within
Deep below the oceanic thoughts
Will lay a restless sound
Of gypsies from my heart
Undressing for the nomad in you
Will then our fingers cross?
Entangling through each other...
Filling in the gaps
That we never ever knew,existed...
And then we travel to places
we always wish we'd be to
To love to cherish  to behold
The unlabelled non licensed us
Rules tearing in fringes 
Falling on our impromptu decor of now-living
We flaunt it in the army of rebellion 
Hope backfires
Nonspectations bless us with bliss
We backdate our progressions
Forward the regressions
Present freezes in the Now
Crystalizing into the solitaire 
God-the man
Gifting it to me 
On our first and probably the very Last night TOGETHER....

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe​

Confession...

I wanna pluck wild lavender in lush open fields

Quench myself with morning dew

Paint my fingertips with some hews from the dawn...

Get drenched in mist from over a hilltop

Rest my head over thy shoulders

As we count the million stars over us

While holding hands under the night sky

And await in your arms watching the heaven

Turn colors from gray to black to pink to crimson n blue...

And while that happens...

Laugh until my stomach hurts and the eye sheds a tear of joy

And yes of all cry some more 

For the yes's and no's and nothing's and anything's and Everything's 

Do all that someone does...

Feelings...flames and chills...

The highs of sorrow and depths of happiness

Your knowing's and my unknowing's

Then we change the game 

Take turns... lead and follow

To hold n be held...

You look i tell

You talk i hear

You smile i rejoice

For the thing that I carry for you in my heart

Has boundless spread in the reality of this lifetime

And that many times that life comes

To us...

I know that you know

Its human to show

But divine to understand without words...

I live every moment anticipating our realization 

And keep faith in the grand plan

That divinity has for the both of us

Its okay to show love and there is no one to fear

Silence is the language you speak 

I know but i cant fathom

If experience is what awaits us 

You have to let go and let be

And open up

I speak the language of words...

And there is nothing truer than realer than dearer than

The moment when I hear you say...

I love you.

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe​