Fanatic’s Pendulations

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

Making History

My bones are black
Chapped with the ashes of my past
They stack up like a house of cards
The soot dribbles from their sinews
No gust of wind can whisk asunder
The faith that bids them continue
And weave the tapestry of time –
Oh weave a tapestry of time
That steals all my blunder away
Until the victory is all mine
And I am the captain of my fate

– Akanksha Gupta