When I write
The universe
Recedes
Into the shell
Of anonymity
An essence of me
Uninfluenced
And unhindered
As though
For eternity
Pours through my heart
And my mind
Like molten lava
Impatient
Impassioned
And eager
To burst through
A long dormant volcano
And I write
Like there’s
No tomorrow
For writing is
As timeless as
Photography
And as expressive as
A dance
And as soothing as
Music
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