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)

The Beautiful Irony of Changing Constants

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Like a ship

To the land

Is anchored, and

Like an animal

Of the wild

Is leashed

We are waiting

Forever

To be freed

From the constraints

Within

It is the stifling

School of Thought

That has schooled us

Into a way of life

Caged within

A point of view

And we are comfortable

Within its familiarity –

Release us unto

A world unknown

And we’d have no clue

What to do

Or where to

Haul that anchor

And hook it anew

Now it is too late to be unhooked

From the familiarity of being hooked

– Akanksha Gupta (poem only)