Smirking, the shards of your rainbow
Cut deep my days and my nights
Folding the blades of my elbows
I stare at the edge of alright
Reason curdles at my fingertips
Toes burrow into hot sands
Cold gains foothold in my stomach
Winds blow ice from distant lands
Flickering, the shadows gather
Black clouds dance in my sight
Rain pelts reality at blind spots
Whetting with caution my appetite
– Akanksha Gupta
My bones are black
Chapped with the ashes of my past
They stack up like a house of cards
The soot dribbles from their sinews
No gust of wind can whisk asunder
The faith that bids them continue
And weave the tapestry of time –
Oh weave a tapestry of time
That steals all my blunder away
Until the victory is all mine
And I am the captain of my fate
– Akanksha Gupta
Between the shadows
and the soul
The mysteries lurk
uncontrolled
From bold the lies to
colder truth
Nothing is ever
understood
O in the shade
of hung despair
The silence shrouds
and stands and stares
A whiff of careless
times gone by
Invites the whims
to multiply
Till at the close
eyes weary rest
Ashes to ashes
jest to jest
– Akanksha Gupta
The Pluming PoeTree 