Life Is Tough

When you fall
When you rise
I can see it
In your eyes
Through the ups
Through the downs
In your smiles
And your frowns
Your eyes can’t hide
An anguish, a pain,
A soul so old
And tear-stained
That I’m forced
To look into them
And yet I –
I can’t divine
What goes on
Closed doors
Of your life
Yet I say
That you may
Believe that
Life is tough
Life is rough
And you can’t
Take in any more
It is enough
The truth is if life
Was all
Sunshine and happiness
You’d never know
Joy from sadness
You’d never treasure
The moments
Of sheer pleasure
For that’s when you know
That though
Life is tough
Life is rough
The inherent beauty of life
Can never be
Ever enough

~ Akanksha Gupta



The heart beats

On a metallic chest

With zest unmatched

But by Sivamani

They say such comparisons

At the inopportune time

Tsk tsk bad humour

But I say, as there is

Despite the need

No publicity

The joke isn’t lost

In the sea of


Yet you find

No solace

T’is a moment of

External tranquility

And of heightened sensitivity

Whence the accelerated rhythm

That thus accompanies

Gives an unexpected

Boost of adrenaline

And as morbid as

The thought maybe

It’s the music of terror

That seems to literally

Wrap a venomous coil

Of dread and horror

Around the body

While the sound

Of the heart’s beat

Grows nearer

So much so that

You feel your heart

Stubbornly lodged

In your throat

And all the self help guides

That had aeons ago told

To keep your cool

Become a faint memory

Of a wise old fool

And gradually

The sound of fear

Drowns out common sense

And drives out

Any notions of

Ethics or morality

It is the trepidation

This unholy anticipation

Of an unpredictable


Resides within

a fear filled mentality

That sits like a cloud

In the mind

And rusts and rots

The grey clogs

That in the face of all


Are unable to formulate

An articulate response

Other than freezing up

Or shooting away

Faster than a cannon

For this sensation

Of paramount trepidation

Refuses to subside

And rears its ugly head

At every moment

Like a three headed dragon

–           Akanksha Gupta

Writing For Writing’s Sake

When I write
The universe
Into the shell
Of anonymity
An essence of me
And unhindered
As though
For eternity
Pours through my heart
And my mind
Like molten lava
And eager
To burst through
A long dormant volcano
And I write
Like there’s
No tomorrow
For writing is
As timeless as
And as expressive as
A dance
And as soothing as
Yet writing
Is very different
For every writer
That pens down
His soul’s desire
If you perchance
Stumble upon
Such a treasure
Such a  shrine
In life
Know that its beauty
Is indeed
One of its kind

– Akanksha Gupta