Fearless

The stars are in your eyes
The clouds under your feet
And at your fingertips
The skies seemingly breathe

Their breath tickles your face
With sprays of sand and salt
As the clouds disintegrate
And into the sea you fall

The sea’s swallowed the sun
And the tears of the night
Now the night is on the run
Here creeps in the morning light

Through the canopy of leaves
The netted sunbeams prance
They prick away the sleep
And fill awe in every glance

– Akanksha Gupta

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Beautiful

The Night is mine;
Its tranquil undergrowth
Its eerie loveliness
Its wayward melody
Whose every haunting note
Hides
The silent screams
That seize my lungs,
That claw out but in vain,
Clinging onto sheer desperation
In the madness of this moment
That seems to have
Frozen
Into a brief ‘forever’ –
One of the many
That sulk and skulk
About the sidewalks of my nights
Casting their shadows smooth
Upon the dark and the deep
That glide
Into its mystery –
Like friends of old
They greet
To meet before,
Again, they part
There is a stark comfort
In this that though the Day’s
Disguise is yours,
The Night is mine,
For me, mine alone –
Its louring scaffolding
Its liberating anonymity
Its untold lore of yore
Its unabashed beauty

– Akanksha Gupta

Phantasmagoria

A soft breeze wafted through
As his eyes danced
In a million hues
All the while
Intently staring
At the daintily crafted
Candelabra,
Yet at times
Furtively flickering
Between me
And the candlelight
Which, like our silence,
Broke through
Through the canopy
Of the night

I returned his gaze
With equal fascination,
Our eyes glistened tentatively,
Whilst our ears, long parched,
Feasted upon
An accompaniment of crickets
Cavorting
Through the green grass
Scandalously

Gradually
The din grew dimmer
My senses came alive
Before my sight
The grass sparkled black and blue
As the clouds unveiled
A starry night

I sat awhile
In contemplation
Aroused by the splendour
Of this quietude
Whose tendrils plucked
Gently,
At the heart strings
Of a sombre mood
As though romanticizing
With me
My dinner date with solitude

~ By Akanksha Gupta (poem) ~

In All Fairness

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The need for fairness
After a fashion is a disease
There is a recession in the markets
And a procession on the streets

The products are all lined up
Like animals caged in zoos
And people of all colors come
To flock, stare and peruse

Their labels boast of chemicals
That claim to change complexions
Yet their adverts defy biology
Via Photoshopped transitions

Good money hops on all fours
As people preen in delight
Men are just more discrete
While women shop in broad daylight

Oh there’s fairness for all tones
And instant whitening creams
Exfoliating pores in all fairness
This market is bursting at its seams

~ Akanksha Gupta

Sun, Moon, and Euphorbia

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On my windowsill

The woodland pixies sit still

With a touch too much

Of guileless innocence

In their toothless pink smiles

Peeking through an emerald sprawl

That glows greener in the twilight

And they, the peeping pixies,

Blush

Like ethereal brides

Brimming with unbidden delight

Awaiting the dawn

That adorns the skies

With a pale luminescence

That graces the emeralds

With a teary reminiscence

And showers the dewy air

With tender sleepy kisses

From the wine-tainted pouts

Of sleeping beauties

That slowly awaken

To the golden tendrils of sunlight

Streaming in

And to the euphony of birds

Twittering

And they – they sit still and listen

Serene, poised, tranquil

Their hush is overwhelming

More so when the midsummer sun

Glowers at the still blushing brides

Whose painted lips huff and smirk

In silent amusement

While the sun

Suitably offended

Seems to stiffen

With the unspoken challenge

And puffs out hot winds that plow

Ruthlessly through the green

Like fiery, fearless stallions,

Marauding deliriously

In response, at first,

Pink lips seem to part in protest

And then pant with an insatiable thirst

Before they smile once again

And keep smiling stubbornly

Gradually –

Gradually the fire furrows and

Licks feebly at the pink and the green

Until the dying embers wheeze their last

And slump in defeat

Leaving the pixies to sashay

In the lingering radiance of their victory

The moon too softly beams down at

The steady smiles

Perched upon the green beauties

But as the nights grow darker and aloof

The smiles grow bittersweet and wrinkly

A little parched and weathered too

Until one fine cold wintry day

They eventually wither away and droop

But not before a lulling scent

Of newborn babes fills the air

Their toothless pink smiles burnish

Once again in the lush green lair

And thus the pouting pixies sit still

For an eternity on my windowsill

~ Akanksha Gupta ~

Writing For Writing’s Sake

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