Whispers rose like smoke

Blew like the wind

Settled like smog

And polluted the minds

For they could find

What none could see

With eagle’s eye

buttoned to their feet

The feet which greet

suspicious brains

Full of curiosity

Intended to defame

Those whose names

Are unknown yet

And whose past

Is a secret

Lying in the closet

Like a dead dog

Longing to be kicked

By a drama-hungry folk

 – Akanksha Gupta

A cool breeze

Whispers in my ears

The pleasantries

That you yearn to hear

A change of winds

A gush of rain

A smell of earth

A taste of rain

An empty sack

The heaviest load

Green is the sky

Free is the road

To life a toast

As warm as fire

Tingling like liquor

Burning with desire

The wretchedness of sorrow

The depth of pain

Emotions that call

out but in vain

A melting pot

Of sweet delights

Of endless gifts

And frivolous frights

And of unknown names

Of unknown faces

that fill the world

And its lonely spaces

Know that time lost

In war and peace

Returns not life

Of colours and creeds

But a twist in story

Can bring back; explode

the fragments of land

Into a unified globe

 – Akanksha Gupta

A lonely wanderer

Across lonely streets

Has neither friends

nor enemies

He walks and walks

Not knowing when

The road of life

Comes to an end

He trots as long

As his legs can bear

He trots as far

As his eyes can stare

And that seems to be

like infinity and

his eyes thirst

for a million lands

That stretch their arms

For him to hold

And he makes one

And many a bold

Steps towards his

Destiny; a tryst

that comes to him

With many a twist

Along the winding

unpredictable myth

The much cherished road

Of life and death

-Akanksha Gupta

I will get up

And wash about

me, my house

–

I will drink

To the health

Of me, my house

–

I will eat

To fill the tums

Of me, my house

–

I will work

Hard to earn

For me, my house

–

Day after tomorrow

I will do all I can

For me, my house

–

Tomorrow I will plan

The how-to-do

For me, my house

–

And I will want today

Your support

For me,  my house

–

For what is mine

Is yours too

Even me, my house

–

And together

We sink or swim

That is our house

–

Coz’ everyday’ comes

But the ‘day after tomorrow’

In this blessed house

– Akanksha Gupta