Greetings to all those literary worms out there! I am Mugdha Deshpande, an engineering student at COEP Technological University, Pune.
Ever since I was a small girl, I have had this passion of turning feelings into words.
As every writer would say that they write because they love to express through words, I would no doubt say this; but at the same time, I would like to add that I write to string the beads among thoughts, words and ultimately people. Language is that thread which binds souls, connects hearts and in the end weaves a beautiful fabric of entities with similar or even different thoughts. This website is a compilation of writings about all the things that are closest to me. I hope you enjoy reading through all of these! Please feel free to reach out to me and share anything that comes to your mind while reading.
with love, mugdha
poetry.
you know you’re poetry in motion, don’t you?the way you twinkle your eyes when thoughts rush anew,the way your hair softly caresses your face,the way your face grows older, silently through the days.I hope you know that you’re a poet’s raw muse,that which strikes in the middle of the night – And on days when…
quilt.
aren’t all of us knitted patchwork quilts?woven with thoughts, wild and freedoesn’t our heart wish to stop and smile,at every wildflower, every tall tree?unkempt and roughly woven in places,at times made intricately, with care,this fabric’s a blend of colours and hues,each with its own innate flair.and this quilt has its frayed ends,where the yarn is…
Reminiscence
It was a summery Sunday evening. I stood in my window, gazing at the twinkling city lights, sprawled over a great expanse. The roads were quiet, and the occasional sound of a car engine revving up the street was the only significant thing to be heard. Looking at the tall buildings afar, I stretched my…
Unwinded
It was one of those days when I got time to ponder upon something that had been shunted to one corner of my mind for quite a long time. It so happens that we are so wrapped up in our routine and we tend to easily gloss over the intricacies and the minute aspects of…
Even the butterfly was once a caterpillar.
Even the butterfly was once a caterpillar. He didn’t know what he would eventually become. Yes, he had a very trying time when he wasn’t at his best. His transforming phase wasn’t something that was admired by all. And yet, he didn’t give up. Do you think the caterpillar knew that he would one day…
Dear Eighteen..
Dear eighteen, Well, umm hi! To be honest, none of us knew what you would look like. And that’s what you were to us, a delusion. I literally thought that the world would look different once I was 18. And I’m sure most of us did think the same. But here we are, the world…
Fireflies
Writing a long poem after a long time feels so good! This time I have used a different style, rather I’ve written this poem as a combination of the narrative as well as metaphorical style of writing. The girl in the poem symbolises each one of us and highlights how it is in human nature…
In the mountains
Travelling to new places gives that kind of pleasure that makes you want to go after it again and again. It’s always my idea of an ideal break- a perfect hit refresh button. It had been quite a long time since we had travelled to any far off destination- something that the wanderlust inside me…
Wildflower
While amidst nature, one derives inspiration from the smallest of things. They somehow compel you to introspect and you begin to find similarities between nature and human life. The more you delve, the more you realise that nature is an inseparable part of our life. In this poem, I’ve tried to use Metaphor to compare…
Chaha
Through this short story, I’ve tried to depict the life of a typical Indian working Mother and how she gets on with her busy day. This time, I’ve used a different style of writing- like the one I noticed while reading books written by authors whose writings portray Indian culture. You will find code mixing,…
Untangled
Have you ever experienced this feeling when there are a million thoughts in your head and you can’t figure out which ones to think about first? And then just when you are confused, some inspiration hits you suddenly and your thoughts start to fall in place one after the other? I have tried to put…
The Ethereal
Remember those extracts from our English textbooks and readers where authors wrote about culture or about some tourist destination of India? Well, I have always been fascinated by the writing style of these authors. And so, here is a new thread of writing- travel destinations in India! The first spot on our list is Aru…
Life
Life is a melody of notes high and low,Life is a symphony of happiness and sorrow.Life is a book; each day is a new page,Life is a story, that transitions with age.Life is small, like a wild violet flower,Life is vast, like a lush green bower.Life is like a drive along the countryside,Where every person…
Words.
Sometimes, you stumble upon a bunch of words and they somehow hit you differently. You feel an inexpressible rush of emotion because those words mean something different to you just because you can perfectly relate them to your life. It’s like you find solace in those words, it’s like some long lost friend has finally…
Through the tunnel
A metaphorical poem telling you to believe in the fact that what you are facing at this moment is not going to last for a long time. Always think of the day when you will finally find the end to the tunnel that you have been travelling through. Fill yourself with the light that will…
The starry night
That day, everything just had to go against my mind. At the end of the day, I was a frustrated person snapping at everyone for no logical reason. I decided to walk into the gallery to get some fresh air. The city lights sprawled in front, with the skies spread above. There was coolness in…
Lotus
This poem is a monologue of the lotus flower..a flower that blooms through mud. When you look at the lotus through a poetic angle, it seems so closely related to human life..so read on! You may bury me under the dirt,You may cover me up with mud,You may not give me enough to growAnd yet,…
Sonder- The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own
‘Sonder’ – A beautiful word coined by John Koenig Quite often, we think about our own life..about the ups and downsAbout the smiles and frownsEach one of us marvels at the vivid life we live..Our mind revolves around our own self..My strengths, my weaknesses, my struggles, my achievements, my hobbies are the thoughts that dominate…
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