SHE AND ME

the sultry sunny  morning
glistens from her face
as she trudges along slowly
with a gazelle- like grace

and her eyes that shine cerulean blue
almost hypnotize guests like me
and i am drawn daily to her
like a flower to a honey bee

she sparkles with all her might
smiles twinkling across wavy hues
and she dances in all colors bright
as mischievous thoughts inwards brew

the sun stares too mystified
for the moment can’t linger longer
and drowns down the horizon
into her cool and calm slumber.

-Akanksha Gupta

FOR DEATH DROWNS THE SOUND

i looked so i saw
i heard so i listened
i ate so i tasted
but numbness hung still

 

a chair moved
a chair squeaked
a desk drummed
but numbness hung still

 

his face was withered
and white as a sheet
he spoke not
oh! numbness hung still

 

and he uttered
no words came out
throat damp yet parched
oh! numbness hung still

 

a tear fell down
soundless was the sound
that wet his cheeks
as, numbness hung still

 

words came through,
And broke the silent air
t’was about his father then
so, numbness hung still.
-Akanksha Gupta

DIWALI: LIGHTS, DIYAS AND CANDLES

once a year we celebrate
the glory of the past
with lights, diyas and candles
oh some crackalacking blasts
dhanteras is day one
spent in malls and marts
and naraka chaturdasi
is when the poojan starts
then comes amavasya
paying homage to the lasts
and kartika shudda padyami
oh some crackalacking blasts
sweets are for the standoffish
and games for the fainthearts
laughter for the lugubrious
and lighting for the belle-arts
but for the fiery fiends
burning in ageless enthusiasts
its more than a nightly fest
oh some crackalacking blasts
-Akanksha Gupta
ps: i know it’s a little out of time

THE REIGN OF TERROR

A drizzle of blood
from the skies burst
touched his lips
and quenched his thirst
`
Was he a vampire,
a zombie, a poltergeist
Satan, phantom
banshee, extortionist?
`
who sucked innocent blood
and wet his throat
to inspire men
with hate and loath
`
His bombs, missiles and gun barrels
vanished cities with  blast
and the eyes of each city shone
with the ghosts of its past
`
Each man, each woman,
each child of every faith
vowed to strike back
and avenge their death
`
And at last as though heavens raged
in silence with interminable zest
in secrecy they sent him where
no man in peace does ever rest
`
Is this the emotion that oozes
when you hear his name
forgetting latent virtues
in sheer disdain
`
how many of you agree to that
upon which the poem insists
I may, I may not, but
isn’t there a heart in every terrorist?
`
they say probably not
-Akanksha Gupta

THE DEAD MAN’S TOMB

the breeze whizzed 
well past my ears
it grew cold and
re-instated my fears

the skies grew dark
an eerie silence hung
a bloodcurdling screech
across the yard rung

time hath come
halted by my side
i stood but still
stopped in my stride

the gravestone eyed
with a monstrous glare
and the scare filled all
through the col’night air

it dearly held on 
to a cursed anagram
undying words engraved
by the dead man

“well, off horrible evildoers,
threatful evil wreaks hollower”
“blood will lie fresh forever,
soul will walk the earth forever”

the grave grew whiter
by the dim moonlight
it lay still in slumber
in the dead of the night

i lifted the large stone
and grew as white-n-cold
for the icy air invoked
many a myth untold

i took a step back
and drew my breath 
the curse was true
he arose from death

it froze the silence
it froze my senses
it grew darker still
and i lay motionless

till morn i lay dead
in the quiet cemetery
and before fleeing rubbed
the epitaph curse-free

as night fell i returned
the grave bore my art
i did the same again
but he lay too intact

for the view still haunts me 
as it haunted that day
when blood trudged on  
yet death had the last say
-Akanksha Gupta

THE WINTER OF MY LIFE

The wintry woes
licked dry my face
like an ice-cream
freezing in the furnace

Its icy fingers
wiped off my tears
like salty lakes
frozen with fear

Its chilly breath
benumbed my bones
like sword scathing
through acerbic moans

its blanched eyes
petrified my blood
like the vile welcome
by Medusa’s head

Its stony heart
clasped my cherub
like a helpless fly
in Charlotte’s web

Its frostbitten lips
kissed me g’night
and i saw the stars
in broad day light