Hoodwinked

Words escape
At the brink of night
Into the sun-kissed moon
And the scarlet skies

That carry an echo
In every wink
A phantom scar
Lingering tween blinks
In the dark of the night
The smirking moon
The star kissed skies

And their silence
A naked ghost
That hovers
Like a timeless void
Casting its shadows
Upon the din
Beckoning
To sweet oblivion

– Akanksha Gupta

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In Tact

Thunderous frowns
Wring the skies
Spluttering
Pearls of wisdom
Upon the ground –
Then to dance
Or to drown
Differs
Only in sound –
Those canopied
Are yet bound
To their pebbled lanes
And undergrounds
While the victims
Of innocence
Learn to thread
And wear
The fallen
Round their necks.

– Akanksha Gupta