I haven’t rested in a while
Frozen in the expression of lassitude
Daunted by thoughts of endless toil
That occupy my solitude
A joyless haze of laissez-faire
Has settled so deep within my sinews
That a fledgling thought of raison d’être
Sends me hurtling down the icy blues
I now muse in silent interludes
The what-ifs have all but passed me by
And yet, for idle thoughts are idle not,
A weary passenger can still try
– Akanksha Gupta (poem)
One always needs inspiration
In his, her or their life
To live, to work, to think, to <code>
And especially to write
No experience can be said
To leave the mind untouched
No moment can be called
Too ordinary, and as such
Jilting constancy
By transitioning between moments
Produces yet another, thus culminating
Into many a resonance
Of long forgotten, archived facts
And intuitively formed impressions
That trigger newer trains of thoughts,
Streamlining our passions
And after this fashion of convulsing
Into brainstorms, involuntarily
The resulting creation unfurls
Yet another moment of epiphany
– Akanksha Gupta
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