It’s never gleamed tears of sweet delight 
Mess of scars beneath my dreams
Twilight draws curtains close
Darkness sweeps in at the seams

Mere memory of your canny smile
Chokes and charms the cheeks of time
Pink blush splutters graciously 
Gold flecks more and more my eyes 

My sanity spirals in and out
Churning oceans deep and wide
Yet tethered to my many blues
I feel no dread pull at the tide



- Akanksha Gupta