The Roseate Drops of Newness..

Akanksha..

Hmmmmmmmm.........

Akanksha..

A New Beginning...

Akanksha..

Fading Countenance of Certain Expectations in Life..

Akanksha..

The Thought Lane..

Stepping anxiously up and down the First Thought Lane..

Heart suddenly stopped seeing the
proscenium space..
saw you standing there
ever so anxious to draw back
the curtain that would reveal me
I was but the motion, the eternal stage
Of your expression..
You stood over all above in the
Forefront..
The very initiation of my fantasy

My head bowed, silent like the sky I stood..
Nothing you said but saw, cherished and blessed the beauty..
Shy, willing, we both stood..
‘you will be loved’ came the sudden air’s
Emollient reply..
We were touched by the ambience
but said nothing..
no words could ever make me speak but silence
You knew..


Stepping smilingly with you on the Fourth Thought Lane..

Heart is awestruck in mirth
seeing us romping among the crowd..
disturbing with a greatest delight
everyone else, till dark we played..
little did I know being an obstacle
in each other’s path can ever be so exciting..
I tried searching for bowed heads, silent moments,
shy secret glances..
god! Could fine none!
Twenty four hours, and everything was changed
Between us..

standing with lots of candies were you
on the rostrum..
laughed out loud then both of us..
when the only reward, prize or epithet
that could ever be given to you
was known by everyone else to be
ME
‘I will trouble you as long as I can’, I said..
Sipping the rose’ through
Those smiling lips..
How they laugh! How they pretend!
How damn happy!
muttered the ones against love
kids in love can never be damned
by anyone
defended our lord..

No pretense can ever hold me back
But a strong kid-like arrogance in love
You knew..


Stepping lovingly on the Eighth Thought Lane….

I experienced heart beating in a new way..
seeing you living all in me
I was heightened till eternity to live
Seeing you dwelling near me
I was brought closer to reality..
managed I to re-live those kidding
exciting and teasing moments..
waiting am I for the second set of thought lane
to get constructed

no, not a palace, but a content walled
deeply bricked, soft-warmly colored, house of our memories
made prosperous with beautiful trees.. and innocent shrubs
seasoning it with lots of fresh love very other season..
No grand empty mansion could ever attract me, but a
Dimly lit, all embracing
house with your presence
You knew…

Akanksha..

(no comments please.. :) !!)

Shadows of silence..

Vacant silence stays.. Our night has come..

Strange as it might be this silence that grows
Meaning oh sound, is usually opposite of voice that roars

Somewhere near I can feel the camaraderie
Living in established group is everyone here that laughs

Happiness is displayed in their sweet callous
Structured houses

Silk, not any calico, holds their precious individual
Emotions..

Exaggeration clarifies their naked truth of love
And lord..

Satisfaction ultimately has to come from the riches they adorn
Nevertheless, meaning oh justification,
is usually opposite of the all the worldly words..


Reminding breeze stays.. Our night has come..

adorable as it might be this smile that grows
meaning oh happiness, is usually opposite of that mirth in halves..

somewhere in a reflection a cacophony is re-lived
a confession is whispered through the cajoling
voice of the past zephyr

some tears are castigated by the wiping hands
of a distant touch..

a beautiful abyss of relations is locked
with the sand of the present indifference

someone’s cagey is all known in the dark
little pond of the shady trees..

for the key of revelation, baptize your thoughts
leaving
emotions, of every sort,
nameless, unconditional..

nevertheless, meaning, oh key
is usually opposite of all the openings..


Passionate complexity returns, Night has grown

Quieter as it might be this self that grows
Meaning, oh age, is usually opposite of the mien that falls..

Somewhere a gratis scripture of mantras to live
Is handed over..

Turning by the history found the dark richness of night in pages
Blotted with silent shadows were those spaces looked upon..

Fake in whatever small proportion is that partially
Witnessed social camaraderie

Reflected in your self was that cacophony
Well-sighted, aimed to mock cruelly..
Willing to capture the most sweetest joy
In someone’s eyes..

Freedom with strange yearnings are never
Given without gratis
They rise with exchanged glances..

Moments of opposite meaning elemental shadows
Can never be touched
You run, they disappear..
You chase, they grow stretch out
Of reality..

Only when you sit down calm
Can a shadow of spent past
Be cherished by our thoughts..

Complexity in emotions is inherent
Inherent in thoughtfulness is a simplicity..

Nevertheless, meaning of night
Lies in the
Simplicity of a complexity..

Eyes are thus opened, Night prefers to stay..

Akanksha..