Butterflies!


“I know these butterflies won’t settle.

Not tomorrow, not today,

not even when the clouds come kissing the ground one day.

I can’t lock them away in a glass jar, nor can I trick them to fly away in the open sky. 

They won’t move an inch, nor skedaddle, not even when the heavens try,

And when we are 200 years or so, having had lived so many lifetime too,

they’ll still find a way to flutter, at the very thought of you.”

-Akanksha Gulia

Love like ours !


“It was dark, not a star in sight,

Clouds possessed the sky,

like it was trying to prevent the stars from witnessing our love.

The heat that overpowered the night, soon turned to fire.

No wonder it made the sky shy away,

for even though it did love the stars,

it had never seen a love, 

quite like ours.”

– Akanksha Gulia

Till I see you again.


“Even though we are far away, 

we aren’t apart.

Your heart is my home, 

I’m shadow to your soul, 

so I am always where you are.

As you lay besides the ocean, 

falling in love with the sky, 

as it changes its colours, 

filling magic in your veins,

My eyes count days 

till I see you again.”

-Akanksha Gulia

My muse !

“Not that I didn’t love 

poetry before,

but I always seemed to fall 

short of words,

All I knew, was that 

the sky was blue,

and the sea reflected it too,

but to think more of them,

seemed a bit absurd.

Then I met You.

the sky was still blue,

but there was something new,

the same world,

but a different view,

And I learned that 

words weren’t just scribbled 

alphabets on papers

they could be so much more too,

and it was then that I knew,

I’d found my poetry in you.”
-Akanksha Gulia

Butterflies…!!!

  

I know these butterflies won’t settle.

Not tomorrow, not today,

not even when the clouds come kissing the ground on a foggy day.

I can’t lock them away in a glass jar, 

nor can I trick them to fly away in the open sky. 

They won’t move an inch, 

nor skedaddle, 

not even when the heavens try,

And when we are 100 years or so,

having had lived so many lifetimes too,

they’ll still find a way to flutter, 

at the very thought of you.
-Akanksha Gulia

The way he looks at me…!!!…

  

He just looks at me, 

like I’m the purpose he’d been looking for, all his life. 

Like all the beauty, resides in my eyes. 

He speaks a thousand words, just sitting across me as he stares, 

While our lips, practices the art of being mute, speech impaired. 

There’s this sparkle in his eyes, that makes the sky filled with million stars, fade away too, 

and I always know exactly what he’s trying to say, 

so I just softly whisper, 

“Baby, I love you too.”
-Akanksha Gulia