White On the rare nights I'm up Watching you as I try to I stare til I see your land Your shape, your scars, deep I don't want your light Because I'm used to your glow I yearn your unknown somethings More than what you show You are near, but alone You are here, but far You are written in poems, But you are never a star Your magic in movies, Your music, I like to croon On the rare nights I'm up Confessing love to you, my moon! ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White To all the remarkable educators who have shaped my past and will influence my future, On this special occasion celebrating your invaluable contributions, I extend my heartfelt appreciation to those who have molded my poetic skills and my confidence. Your belief in me has been a beacon of encouragement, guiding me through challenges and fostering my growth. To my future teachers, I eagerly anticipate the knowledge, inspiration, and support you will bring to my educational journey. May our paths intersect with shared enthusiasm for learning and creativity. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

भविष्य त्याच्या हाती, तो निर्माता बालकांचा म्हणूनच त्याला दिला आपण दर्जा पालकांचा आठवतो तो दिवस जेव्हा त्याला "आई" म्हटले काहीतरी होते ज्यामुळे आम्हाला सुरक्षित वाटले घरापेक्षा जास्त वेळ शाळेतच तर असायचो कधी कधी तर चक्क त्याच्या मांडीवरही बसायचो! लाडका-दोडका नाही, सगळी त्याचीच मुले होती त्यानेच गिरवायला शिकवली आम्हा पाटी समानतेची सण सारे, नवे निराळे, केले नेहमी साजरे त्याच्यामुळे सजवले आपल्या संस्कृतीचे नजारे मनोभावे आठवू त्याला, नको कशाची सक्ती हृदयी माझ्या सदा वसावी त्या गुरूचीच मूर्ती ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White My grandma used to say "Clothes tell story, A tale of what we have always been. They hold a beginning and the end And everything that's in between" Her cotton, soft Sarees are now keepsakes, They hold the happy rays of the sun, The times when she danced in beams, Those good old days of fun. The rough white patches on its edges Are badges of what she has earned, The freckles and marks of lifetime, Of hands that left no stone unturned. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White मेघ भर अंबर जो बरसे मीरा मन में श्याम आए। पंख धर मयूर जैसे मीरा श्याम को सजाए। नृत्य कर पवन ऐसे श्याम रास में नचाए। गरज गरज बादलों से लीला बंसीधर रचाए। मधुर मधुर बात कैसे मीरा ये न जान पाए, सीधी- भोली नैनो से लाल जग को भी भुलाए! ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White "girls should return home before 7 pm" "why is that?" "it's not safe at night" "why is it so?" and silence... because the answer wasn't "wild animal", "weather" or "war"... it was "men". ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar