Once Upon a Deadly Song

The night air
Sits primly upon my breath,
It’s crispness biting my tongue,
Which stills, stung
Into silence –
The cool of each
Thusly laboured death
Brings with it
A refreshing lack of thoughts –
I know that winter has come.

The faceless moon blackens every day,
A shiver of stars lie
Unblinking across a cloudless sky;
Their spartan starkness
Sending tremors of disquiet
Down my spine,
Roiling the river of scarves
Ribboned and coiled with poise
Around my neck –
Equal and opposite –
They press against a cloying warmth;
I can feel my throat tighten,
Prickling
At the bitter-sweet thoughtlessness
Trickling
Down
Like poison.

Thence the blood flows
Painfully, slow,
And nearly glacial —
A reluctant heart pumps ice
To temper and placate
The wrathful winds
Scorching my eyes.
And as I blink,
Fire and ice
Wound and lick
My flaming, mottled face
That I veil with
Endless swathes
Of downy cloths,
But the mattress remains cold
Underneath a chilled soul.

– Akanksha Gupta

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Winter – Limerick Style

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Her face, worn and pale, flickered
When the distant echo of laughter
From those children, swathed in wool
And gathered round embers of charcoal,
Warmed, in her heart, a perpetual winter

~ Akanksha Gupta

I AM FROZEN, LET ME GO

I brutally awoke today

To a shock of snow-laden air

Assaulting my benumbed lungs

And just when I thought

My misfortune

Couldn’t worsen

Icy fingers gripped my neck

(As soon as I threw off the covers)

And promptly dunked me

Into freezing waters

And, oh, by my breath

I flailed and fought

And floundered for air

But soon I lost

And lost my breath

And gasped a lungful

Of icy wares

The cold seeped through my bones

A blue haze haloed my head

And just when I thought I was dead

My eyes opened 

To a morning, even colder

Toasting to my impending torture

– Akanksha Gupta