Write....write to let it all out - Poems of Akanksha Singh

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About Me: "I am a study in extremes. I love being alone...I love being in company...gregarious, affable, easy going....love to learn new things and trying out new stuff......Computers, Books and Writing are the passions of my life....!!"

A Woman....

Quaint n quiet....angry and fierce...
in the tempest of existence,
an anchor...a haven...
Mature yet young....
Riddled with worries yet carefree...
A million shades of love 
forever interwoven
with hues of your identity...
The mother and the child,
the lover and the beloved...
the daughter, the sister, the friend...
Lost yet enlightened…
Frightened but sure too...
Looking for a shoulder
and providing a helping hand...
A study in itself...
Unique and enticing,
A whole world of adjectives,
I can spend a lifetime describing...
  

Resilient!

Pain – worse than any I’ve experienced before,
Hurt – Not just the body but the soul,
And yet I’m not going to give in,
I know they can’t win as long as I hold on,
I won’t let them have the satisfaction they seek.
They can break my body and use it as they will,
But my soul? They’ll never be able to break it.
I won’t let them have the pleasure of hearing me scream,
I’ll hold on – right till the end,
And then when they think they’ve won,
I’ll be there – my unbroken spirit,
A blatant reminder of their defeat.

For you....

I don't have a name...nor a category…
For what we have is beyond these mundane boundaries...
It is not bound by the murky notions of wrong or right,
Neither is it affected by some stupid norms...
I know that its true n pristine...
And that is all that matters to me...
I promise that I'd value it n stay true…
No matter what happens or where I am...
As long as you need me...you'll find me by your side…
And if someday you decide that you wish to end it...
Don't worry…just let me know...
I can't promise you that I'd go away…
Coz that wouldn't be true…
But from that day on...I do make a solemn vow…
You'll never notice my presence…
Quiet as the wind...unseen and unheard...
I'd still be there till the end of time...
So that you'd never ever have to be alone...

The Night She Died

(Domestic violence)

Murder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.
He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.
She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.
When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold it together anymore,
Her soul withered, she broke down and cried,
Coz that night along with her husband - she too died!


Write

Write...write till you bleed…
Fingers numb...don't let the pen halt!
Coz if it does, the tears would fall....
and that would be the end of your resolve.

Write....write to let it all out,
whether it ever ends or not
the question is,
will you be able to write till you drop?

Write...write if you want to live,
coz if u do not, it'll be the end -
The end of words....the end of time...
the end of you!

(I’m sure every writer will agree)


 - Akanksha Singh


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1 comments:

Most of the poems are difficult to make sense of except last two.

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