I am

I am what I am 
Exactly the way I am
Varnished, unvarnished, 
Tarnished by tide
I gleam in the morrow
Swim in the today
The night is nigh
Tomorrow is another day
And unlike yourself
You might find me staid
But I am happy to keep up
With me at my own pace

The race never dies
Fatigue sets in sometimes
And I kip in the boulevard 
Of my mind
There right across the corner
Between sun-kissed trees
Where the hammock stretches 
Oh so invitingly
I lie in thought
In waking dream
And knock upon my reveries

You knock upon my reveries
I curl, and sigh
And squeeze shut my eyes
But the reel escapes 
My memory
I groan and rise
You needn’t knock twice
Tomorrow has come
I know
Life beckons only once 
I am what I am  Exactly the way I am Varnished, unvarnished,  Tarnished by tide I gleam in the morrow Swim in the today The night is nigh Tomorrow is another day And unlike yourself You might find me staid But I am happy to keep up With me at my own pace The race never dies Fatigue sets in sometimes And I kip in the boulevard Of my mind There right across the corner Between sun-kissed trees Where the hammock stretches Oh so invitingly I lie in thought In waking dream And knock upon my reveries You knock upon my reveries I curl, and sigh And squeeze shut my eyes But the reel escapes My memory I groan and rise You needn’t knock twice Tomorrow has come I know Life beckons only once

– Akanksha Gupta

Do Not Go Gently

I haven’t rested in a while
Frozen in the expression of lassitude
Daunted by thoughts of endless toil
That occupy my solitude

A joyless haze of laissez-faire
Has settled so deep within my sinews
That a fledgling thought of raison d’être  
Sends me hurtling down the icy blues

I now muse in silent interludes
The what-ifs have all but passed me by
And yet, for idle thoughts are idle not, 
A weary passenger can still try

– Akanksha Gupta (poem)

Lock and Key

Lurking in the depths of my soul
The hunger unfettered, growls and roars

I grab it tight with both my arms
With fingers unclenched from clammy palms

Yet fear threatens to swallow all sound
The muted ringing of silence surrounds

I dare not open my eyes, and stare
Into the very eyes of despair

On a face that could so easily mirror my own
Had it not been wildly unkempt and so very old

Dazed, startled, I uncurl again, and again glimpse
The future that spins anew with every blink

~ Akanksha Gupta (poem)