Love is kind, love is good
Love is where you do not look
Hate is a self-scorned lover’s gruel
Bitter burnt and served al-cruel
Faith is fine, faith is coarse
Even when doubts scream hoarse
Fear is faith’s aggravated assault
That grows unchecked in imagined faults
Love stews, hate incites
Faith explains, fear ignites
Time still rows the oars of fate
Domino of choices disconsolate
– Akanksha Gupta
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
The Pluming PoeTree 