Something watches my soul
Something lingers in the cold
Something curls up in the corners
And peeks from between the folds
Everything heckles my haunts
Everything jostles my jaunts
Everything casts a shadow
That cackles, and croons, and taunts
Nothing remains untouched
Nothing changes all that much
Nothing even prickles the silence
That sutures a bygone grudge
⁃ Akanksha Gupta
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
The Pluming PoeTree 