Continuance

Could I wait forever
Watching them drown
Holding in tight
Our smiles, our frowns

Pain sets in deep
Rises with the sun
Beams on the lips
Slides off the tongue

Days slip by nights
Edges blur with cries
Shadows dim and dig
The corners of my eyes

Mirror stands still
To the ravages of fear
That I untiringly wipe
With hope and with succor

Should I wait forever
Time will play my hand
Slipping past my fingers
Clouds, rivers, sands

– Akanksha Gupta

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