The Tissue Chronicles

There is something to be said for the transience of tissues,

From Kleenex to Gossamer;

Of Kleenex

I wish all paper

Could wither away

Like this one;

Burdened with thoughts,

Unburdening another,

And the thoughts going no further.

Of Gossamer

Some times I wonder

The others I wander

About different people

About different places

Knowing, all that there is to glean

Lies in wait in between.

– Akanksha Gupta



Whenever I look at your face lit

With annoyingly contagious smiles perched upon it

I smile because you are my dear sister

And laugh because I can do nothing about it


And I look on with reluctant resignation, when,

You fight, you mimic, and you pamper me,

And secretly amused by your company I grumble

When your moods change like waves on a sea


Now, though I’m known for my rustic humor

And my poetically tasteless articulation

Know that while my words be crude

My eyes shine with unspoken adoration


Since you managed to keep calm and get married

I crave for your now-dramatically-diminished company

I miss you so much from the bottom of my heart

That I’ll let you harass me with teeka and raakhi

– By Akanksha Gupta