Fires burn bright
Behind eyes shut tight,
Smoke spills regret
Sooted with fright.
The face of nightmares
Soddens with despair,
And dream curdling screams
Scald the seams of aftercare.

Reflections of Today
– Akanksha Gupta
Fires burn bright
Behind eyes shut tight,
Smoke spills regret
Sooted with fright.
The face of nightmares
Soddens with despair,
And dream curdling screams
Scald the seams of aftercare.

Reflections of Today
– Akanksha Gupta
Unbidden
The thoughts of yesterday
Threaten to drown me
And I’m reminded
There’s a fine line
Between careless and carefree
Those who
Throw caution to the winds
Yet come out smelling like roses
Know we’re accustomed
And inured
To our own play of ignorance
Those who
Mince words, measure thoughts
Yet are censured for every gesture,
Unknowingly let them out
In their voice, in their eyes
And in their posture
Justice is blind
But Judgment is deaf
And while Reason is neither
It sputters when
Truth is mute
And Instinct has taken over
– Akanksha Gupta

When you look at me and those I paint
I hope that you see a rainbow coloured haze
For though I speak sharp with words so sure
They reflect a mere fraction of what I think I know
When you think of me and those I paint
I hope it’s not a puzzle but a mosaic
Because what I know are parts of a whole
Coloured by mine and growing evermore
When you speak of me and those I paint
I hope an equal lack of judgment is displayed
Those words that seem sharp, sure, and succinct
Are opinions, fickle; the truth has always been extinct
– Akanksha Gupta