I am

I am what I am 
Exactly the way I am
Varnished, unvarnished, 
Tarnished by tide
I gleam in the morrow
Swim in the today
The night is nigh
Tomorrow is another day
And unlike yourself
You might find me staid
But I am happy to keep up
With me at my own pace

The race never dies
Fatigue sets in sometimes
And I kip in the boulevard 
Of my mind
There right across the corner
Between sun-kissed trees
Where the hammock stretches 
Oh so invitingly
I lie in thought
In waking dream
And knock upon my reveries

You knock upon my reveries
I curl, and sigh
And squeeze shut my eyes
But the reel escapes 
My memory
I groan and rise
You needn’t knock twice
Tomorrow has come
I know
Life beckons only once 
I am what I am  Exactly the way I am Varnished, unvarnished,  Tarnished by tide I gleam in the morrow Swim in the today The night is nigh Tomorrow is another day And unlike yourself You might find me staid But I am happy to keep up With me at my own pace The race never dies Fatigue sets in sometimes And I kip in the boulevard Of my mind There right across the corner Between sun-kissed trees Where the hammock stretches Oh so invitingly I lie in thought In waking dream And knock upon my reveries You knock upon my reveries I curl, and sigh And squeeze shut my eyes But the reel escapes My memory I groan and rise You needn’t knock twice Tomorrow has come I know Life beckons only once

– Akanksha Gupta

An Absence of Monotony

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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