Could I wait forever
Watching them drown
Holding in tight
Our smiles, our frowns
Pain sets in deep
Rises with the sun
Beams on the lips
Slides off the tongue
Days slip by nights
Edges blur with cries
Shadows dim and dig
The corners of my eyes
Mirror stands still
To the ravages of fear
That I untiringly wipe
With hope and with succor
Should I wait forever
Time will play my hand
Slipping past my fingers
Clouds, rivers, sands
– 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
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
Out of the night that curls around
Glittering from pole to pole
A sleigh of dreams shimmies about
The contours of our souls
And in the gentle caress of sleep
It brings a world to life
That lifts the stubborn blanket of snow
Lodged in our year-struck eyes
To show beyond the place of self
Lies a joy beyond measure —
An exchange without cause or clause
That begets unbridled pleasure
Then it matters not how weary the road
How blistery the soles of day become
We shall always find the shade of friends
Even when on our lonesome
Because —
Out of the night that curls around
Glittering from pole to pole
A sleigh of dreams shimmies about
The contours of our souls
And in the gentle caress of sleep
It weaves old tales with new
A realm of possibilities
We knew not could be true
To show beyond the place of self
Lies a vision of tomorrow —
A free fall into novelty
Past year-stale joys and sorrows
Then it matters not dawn streaks
The inward eye with reddish gold
The dreams herald a future
That is ours to have and to hold
The Pluming PoeTree 