To Think

I really don’t know how to begin
(It’s hard to say where
the ‘how’ starts and the ‘where’ ends)
I really don’t where to begin

Despite popular opinion
Most tales have no head, no tail,
They do, of course, have a plot

But in a sea of
Bewildering circumstance
And ungainly afterthought,
The waves push it along

They too have no beginning, no end,
Just insurmountable strength,
So much so the plot oft’n mutates,
And sometimes, altogether, disintegrates

Perhaps, this is but a reflection,
Merely a victim of refraction,
But if I may, and if you will,
Just let your gaze
Glaze

And ride wave upon wave

– Akanksha Gupta

Critical Reception

In pursuit of perfection
Our grimy sight stains
Our very own reflection
Leaving little room
To brood upon
Anything but

And even if that weren’t to be
A tiny glimpse of perfection
Would inevitably
Burn down all ambition
Only for the ash to, anew,
Tarnish the erstwhile
Flawless contours
And thusly stoke
The dying embers to life –
A critic reborn
A critic revived

– Akanksha Gupta