It’s time

  
‘I wanted to say I’m sorry that I’m dying 

But no one would listen to me, 

they just kept crying’

‘I’m right here, look at me, can’t you see?

I’m trying to say something, can you hear me?’

‘I know it hurts, maybe you’re in more pain than I’m in too

But I can’t bare it now, 

all my nightmares are coming true’

‘If this is goodbye, let me say so

I love you, but this pain, I need to let go’

‘Then it hit me, No I can’t leave, please not yet,

Not while your eyes are still socking wet. 

But I’ve lost my way, I’m trapped in this maze, how do I return?

Then I turned, and 

saw myself lay there, so lifeless, 

the reaper telling me, it’s my turn’

-Akanksha Gulia 

 

When I started to write…

  

When I started to write, I thought I was broken inside

But today, I see everyone’s broken, but behind those smiles they hide

So many words on love found and love lost

Just trying to keep that heart beating at any cost

What has Love done to us? 

As now we sit in the dark filled with disgust 

Would it be easy if we didn’t have hearts?

Escape the horror of collecting those broken parts

Or maybe not the whole heart, just half

Rest of it beating inside someone else on our behalf 

So when we meet, we become whole

In true sense, two bodies but one soul.

-Akanksha Gulia 

The storm

  

As the storm calmed,

The laughters faded away.

The magic was once again,

 just an illusion

No love left, just mere delusions.

It was the storm that kept us alive,

It was that fire,

that helped us survive.

And as you walked away with the storm,

You took away what was once my home.

-Akanksha Gulia 

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And you sleep tonight

still dreaming of me,

Letting me be

someone else’s

Reality.

-Akanksha Gulia

If today was your last ‘Tomorrow’

I was just going through social networking sight,

and came across a friends post, who had posted about loosing a close friend to a sudden death,

It read… ‘Its been a long day my friend, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again.’

All it did was shake me a little, imagining a day this life won’t run through us anymore.

He was a young guy, probably just finished his post graduation.

And I couldn’t help but wonder, he must have had a lot of tasks due for ‘Tomorrow’,

maybe an interview ‘Tomorrow’, maybe he was going to go out for his favourite meal ‘Tomorrow’,

probably propose to his college sweetheart ‘Tomorrow’.

Is it wrong to leave things for tomorrow? Should today be it?

What if tomorrow never comes, what if you never wake up to ‘Tomorrow’s’ alarm?

As disturbing and dark as it sounds, but if today was your last “Tomorrow’, would you do things differently?

If I get a chance I’ll tell you all about it

 

 If I get a chance I’ll tel you how it happened…

The arrangement was such, It demanded me to be a bit old fashioned.

But the way your presence filled the room, it left me spell bound,

And when we spoke, it took me a while to realise I was ten feet off the ground.

It was that moment when I knew my heart was at flight risk,

Now everywhere I go, everything I do, I just fiddle and stare into an abyss.

-Akanksha Gulia 

Your Hollow World

Fresh in mind Fresh in sight

But then the memories fade away

Because you walk away

And you walk where I can’t follow

Anxious and scared

Tears drop

I stumble and I start to chase

Breaking every bone in my body

And then I catch up to you,

You hold me close and you smile

You smile because I’m broken?

As broken as you?

And you take me into the darkness with you,

I don’t recognize anything,

There are no colors, there’s no breeze,

No raindrops

No sun ever shines in your world

I try and I want to leave, but you have me so mesmerised

I settle…

I settle into this sadness that fills me a bit more everyday,

Rivers of teardrops in your world my love

The darkness filled me up slowly,

But then that tiny ray of my light broke loose,

And it shined so bright I could see again,

And I walked like a glow stick in the dark,

Tearing away the hollow world that you called home

Now I’m where I belong.

Alone but never lonely.

Faded but still singing my song.

-Akanksha Gulia