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CHOCOLICIOUS FANTASY

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A cube of PERKish delight
Sings the MELODY of a crunch
A glob of molten CADBURY
Deafens a mortifying MUNCH

A NESTLEing sip of hot chocolate
Transcends my being to MARS
In the DAIRY MILKy way
With multitudes of FIVE STARS

Oh here’s a BOUNTY of delight
Like a HERSHEY – studded cake
That SNICKERS with every bite
Below my turbulent choco-lake

-Akanksha Gupta

CRYING WOLF

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Tears roll down the cheek
With great moment of momentum
Moments of joys and sorrows
Tasty rum full of glum.
 
Oh their undefined motion 
And changing moments of force
They emerge and summersault
Like salty seas full of remorse.
 
They overpower the heart
The strong moment of inertia
They are ceaseless and impatient
The drops afflicted with dementia.
 
Do they have any rolling friction
Or radius of gyration too?
For they flow with great conviction
Save the mechanics for me and you
-Akanksha Gupta

SHE AND ME

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the sultry sunny  morning
glistens from her face
as she trudges along slowly
with a gazelle- like grace

and her eyes that shine cerulean blue
almost hypnotize guests like me
and i am drawn daily to her
like a flower to a honey bee

she sparkles with all her might
smiles twinkling across wavy hues
and she dances in all colors bright
as mischievous thoughts inwards brew

the sun stares too mystified
for the moment can’t linger longer
and drowns down the horizon
into her cool and calm slumber.

-Akanksha Gupta

FOR DEATH DROWNS THE SOUND

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i looked so i saw
i heard so i listened
i ate so i tasted
but numbness hung still

 

a chair moved
a chair squeaked
a desk drummed
but numbness hung still

 

his face was withered
and white as a sheet
he spoke not
oh! numbness hung still

 

and he uttered
no words came out
throat damp yet parched
oh! numbness hung still

 

a tear fell down
soundless was the sound
that wet his cheeks
as, numbness hung still

 

words came through,
And broke the silent air
t’was about his father then
so, numbness hung still.
-Akanksha Gupta

DIWALI: LIGHTS, DIYAS AND CANDLES

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once a year we celebrate
the glory of the past
with lights, diyas and candles
oh some crackalacking blasts
‘
dhanteras is day one
spent in malls and marts
and naraka chaturdasi
is when the poojan starts
‘
then comes amavasya
paying homage to the lasts
and kartika shudda padyami
oh some crackalacking blasts
‘
sweets are for the standoffish
and games for the fainthearts
laughter for the lugubrious
and lighting for the belle-arts
‘
but for the fiery fiends
burning in ageless enthusiasts
its more than a nightly fest
oh some crackalacking blasts
-Akanksha Gupta
ps: i know it’s a little out of time

THE REIGN OF TERROR

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A drizzle of blood
from the skies burst
touched his lips
and quenched his thirst
`
Was he a vampire,
a zombie, a poltergeist
Satan, phantom
banshee, extortionist?
`
who sucked innocent blood
and wet his throat
to inspire men
with hate and loath
`
His bombs, missiles and gun barrels
vanished cities with  blast
and the eyes of each city shone
with the ghosts of its past
`
Each man, each woman,
each child of every faith
vowed to strike back
and avenge their death
`
And at last as though heavens raged
in silence with interminable zest
in secrecy they sent him where
no man in peace does ever rest
`
Is this the emotion that oozes
when you hear his name
forgetting latent virtues
in sheer disdain
`
how many of you agree to that
upon which the poem insists
I may, I may not, but
isn’t there a heart in every terrorist?
`
they say probably not
-Akanksha Gupta

THE DEAD MAN’S TOMB

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the breeze whizzed 
well past my ears
it grew cold and
re-instated my fears

the skies grew dark
an eerie silence hung
a bloodcurdling screech
across the yard rung

time hath come
halted by my side
i stood but still
stopped in my stride

the gravestone eyed
with a monstrous glare
and the scare filled all
through the col’night air

it dearly held on 
to a cursed anagram
undying words engraved
by the dead man

“well, off horrible evildoers,
threatful evil wreaks hollower”
“blood will lie fresh forever,
soul will walk the earth forever”

the grave grew whiter
by the dim moonlight
it lay still in slumber
in the dead of the night

i lifted the large stone
and grew as white-n-cold
for the icy air invoked
many a myth untold

i took a step back
and drew my breath 
the curse was true
he arose from death

it froze the silence
it froze my senses
it grew darker still
and i lay motionless

till morn i lay dead
in the quiet cemetery
and before fleeing rubbed
the epitaph curse-free

as night fell i returned
the grave bore my art
i did the same again
but he lay too intact

for the view still haunts me 
as it haunted that day
when blood trudged on  
yet death had the last say
-Akanksha Gupta

THE WINTER OF MY LIFE

The wintry woes
licked dry my face
like an ice-cream
freezing in the furnace

Its icy fingers
wiped off my tears
like salty lakes
frozen with fear

Its chilly breath
benumbed my bones
like sword scathing
through acerbic moans

its blanched eyes
petrified my blood
like the vile welcome
by Medusa’s head

Its stony heart
clasped my cherub
like a helpless fly
in Charlotte’s web

Its frostbitten lips
kissed me g’night
and i saw the stars
in broad day light

AN ENGINEERING MARVEL

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And all the blemishes
went up in a puff of smoke
And all the desires
with chimney soot did choke

And all the latent flesh
ran in my veins around 
And all those fun-filled Flemish
did look at me spell bound
‘
I’m not a chatty chipmunk
I’m not a chinese owl
I’m not a fat birdie
I’m no better than a ghoul”

They grapple for a look
as if its all pantomime
They push down little nuggets 
they think I’ll eat grime?

They stare at me for long
as if I’m a circus clown
They stare even longer
till the sun goes down

“I’m not a spotted lion
I’m not an egyptian fowl
I’m not a white tiger
I’m no better than a ghoul”

Yet they tease and wink at me 
like I’m the biggest joke on earth
and call me such cute names
that even in gibberish sound absurd

And when they don’t veer off
I jump and scream at length
But they think i’m cartoon network
even when i’m at my wit’s end

‘I’m not a waltzing weasel ,
I’m not even a horn bill;
But a rabbit behind bars, 
courtesy you human devils.”
-Akanksha Gupta

CUTTING ONIONS

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CUTTING ONIONS: A SENSORY TUTORIAL

 

Invisible steam, furnished from the furnace
with spicy flames that noiselessly knell,
showed the red of a mortuary
making the hapless insides mightily well

 

it made the skin wry, raw and red –
tingled it to the very core,
oh, it set fire to the rain
that from the heavens did pour

 

with such force and unseen valor
that it brought destruction in its wake,
and it tortured outwards, not within
for those who might mistake

 

I couldn’t ask it to stop; could you?
it was ever more deaf than dumb
and so the fiery blades swished
viciously; till all the senses went numb
-Akanksha Gupta

THE INCOMPLETE DREAM

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A furtive glance
just one chance
disappears again
attempt in vain

Subsides at once
deep influence
comes and goes
like joys and sorrows

fire ignites
golden the sight
hues of orange
all, then change

Into bright emptiness
that quickly gets
dull and boring
and fades into snoring

And darkness shrouds
the dreamy clouds
till lights blink fierce
and his face disappears

– Akanksha Gupta

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !!!

THE PREVIOUS YEAR HAS THAWED AND GONE,

WELCOME TO THE NEW YEAR’S NEW DAWN.

THE WINDS ARE BLOWING ACROSS ROSY CHEEKS ,

THE LEAVES ARE RUSTLING WITH DELIGHTFUL SQUEEKS,

THE BIRDS ARE CHIRRUPING TO THE SUN’S GOLDEN LIGHT

THAT IS DANCING AND FROLICKING IN ALL COLOURS BRIGHT

THROUGH THE SALUBRIOUS FRESH DROPS OF DEW

THAT SETTLE LIKE STRENGTH IN OUR SINEWS

AND AWAKEN OUR LULLED SOULS TO LIFE, YES RISE

TO UNWRAP THE NEW YEAR’S JOYOUS SURPRISE

– Akanksha Gupta

soothe your ears

RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER

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In this poem, there are a few dirctions to be kept in mind. Initially, it was a li’l problem. But I’ve worked out a solution and a site. It just might help you:-

 Imagine you are a bangle-sized human sitting on the globe –

  1. The ship travels southwards to the equator: the sun rises from the left and sets in the right (sit in the northern hemisphere facing antarctica)
  2. It is pushed further south: it is chased from equator towards antarctica by the storm-blast (sit in the same position on the equator)
  3. It returns northward: the sun now rises upon the right (sit in the southern hemisphere, facing the equator)

That’s easy, isn’t it? NOW, If you want to exactly “see” the route taken by the ship of the mariner, do visit: SUN AND THE VOYAGE. And if you don’t want to see the route, still see it. Ha! Ha!

Wait! you can also visit RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER  for umm…everything about the poem.