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Akshita Vashishth

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trying to find my happier side °°•. °
October 17, 2018
 

You shout too much..!
Well... Tell this to the naysayers, the non believers who have certain notions stuck too deep in their ears that its hard to be heard while being polite on the sidelines.
So... "as you evolve... I evolve".
Why are you irritated... You must be on your period!
Umm... I am familiar with my period since the age when you were still running around the streets in your nickers...so if I could handle it then.... I believe I can handle it now as well.
Sometimes... Its alright to peek a little far beneath... Its okay to lend "yourself" the credit to be a pain in the ass... "the prime reason for my irritation".
For sure its not "my"  egoistic hormones responsible for the black and ...

WHITE CLOCK
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October 11, 2018
 

This urgency to say something... To fill in the gaps... To weigh the pauses down against the heavy-bodied plans.... What is this if not fear?
A fear of not knowing....for how loud may the silence be....shrill and sound....hard hitting....right in your face....enacting....mocking....like one shadow joined by those iotas of life....where it had gone all dark...sullen...tricking the wheels of the sanity fuelled cart....mulling over beliefs....ideologies....thrusted by the muling parodies...of things....somethings .....anythings.....just things....for the sake of shading the empty spaces...
Spaces that when realised....give this whirlpool of our lives a rather sudden halt...a jerk into a puddle o...

WHITE CLOCK
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October 9, 2018
 

Flick at it....
Does it feel like air?
Well... That's life!
As your lungs expand.... As the air finds its way beyond the flesh and blood drains....
A whirl... A twirl.... A sudden fervor fixating to a swirl...
And there you tumble into the outhouse of this world
Where its all charging into a reverse turmoil....
A new infinity breaking the trained hulls... A new shapeless breaking the shaped lulls
As the smoke departs.... Melting whatever eyes or nose or brains or heart you had on yourself
Its either everywhere or nowhere.....
Yes..... That air... Does it feel like air?
Or light... Or sound.... Or darkness?
Hmmm.... That :
That's life !

WORLD POST DAY
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September 26, 2018
 

We have been talking since the first hint of innocence..... Retreating, Rebounding, slipping against the moist of seasons.... I have grown with you... I have grown in you....
Folding aside the super long sleeves of our shared cloak.... Hiding within multiple chits scribbled in boasts of our reasons.... Today... Let's listen to the "they"!
"They say..."
"They say whatever I would wish for today, is like those ringing "tings" coming from a shaking tam-tam. "
"That you'll break the jinx.... Arriving from the skies itself..... Holding me by the forearm pulling into the helicopter blades, slitting through my heart's crimson pillow-shams. "
"That my wish is your command....."
"That I may demand...

EXPLOSION
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August 12, 2018
 

Let's not dissect....
Nice eyes....lovely hair.... But eeenhhh nose
Let's accept the person as a whole
A complete living breathing being
We are all on our journeys....with a back up worth several many years...and who knows how many more stations to stop by still....if, for that matter, there does exist an end....an ultimatum....a supremacy to all this
What we see on the outside.... are just genes....that we have been sanctioned as a blessing in disguise....from a chain of predecessors....forefathers so to say
Its time we see beyond that....beyond the eyes and nose and face and curves
For the truth of the matter being....we are all gonna realise this fact someday....so why not little early...

BE KIND
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July 15, 2018
Delhi, India

She sprinkled some water on a leaf and the whole tree bowed to her feet.... But not one branch tweaked an inch for the one who went on planting the seeds all this time ;

praise is a gem in today's world.... No one cares for the one who does her crying in solitude  °°. °

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 11, 2018
Delhi, India

Stop it... Please
Stomping us through a pit hole of believing in your darkened insecurities ...your incapability to accept a belief that's different from your own understanding of this world
Even today....in every shanty street corner....evening comes alive with that grinding of ginger and a steaming pot of water
Even though the notes of calling out to the highest power are slightly different....his response to their prayers.....that spring of joy followed by those toothy grins is all the more similar
Elders still place their hands on our heads....blessing our souls of a prosperity that breathes much alike in both the households
And even today...Watching your sons die is still received with...

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 9, 2018
Delhi, India

Reincarnation might be a rookie for me....
But I sure am an expression....
An expression of this wind....the stark naked trees....the babbly blue of the sky and the grainy textured ream
To see what they can't see...to feel what they can't feel...and to love a way that's way upstream
Cuz for being the breathy creatures that we are....life loves to watch us steam
°°. °

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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May 16, 2018
Delhi, India

You run down your fingernails across the torn down bedsheets.... And there one gets stuck...

Slightly widening the whole...tattered threads winding around the tips...scratching the mattress within...

And as you pull the hand back.... Some break.... Some don't....
But nowhere are those broken sharpies of nails to be seen as you fiddle through those wholes

More you search... More you lose...
And as you see.... Each time the sheets lay with chests stuck out... No sighs for the tattered thread pieces... Curtailing those unfortunate wounds with great will

So you can enter again and play with it silly... Cuz be unapologetic for what you tear through the creed... But it never grows no thor...

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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May 11, 2018
Delhi, India

Call me diplomatic... But I do feel it.. Right on the surface.. Rooted deep within... Beyond layers and layers of life's scrutiny.. A light heart.. An innocent smile.. A genuine urge.. An ongoing search ;
all this pedalling to smell a spurge of beauty... To see a reflection of something alike...
A face... A form... A struggle like your own
But haven't we all been throttling the same grass.... Sighing similar failures!
What would it take if one of those times.... that breath falls on another searching hand.... His fingers get stuck in yours while fiddling the same pockets of temperament !
And as you run them over.... It's the trail of bruises similar to the ones lined on your own hands.......

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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April 20, 2018
 

Have you ever felt...

The guy who just killed himself.... His last letter spoke volumes of what your heart had been screaming all along your adolescence

For maybe if you could talk to him during his last hours... His troubles, confusions, solitude could be addressed

That hollow he had felt... Is something you were feeding upon all along as life took time to find your address... To spell your nameplate....

That maybe a hug to say "I know you", "I identify with your quiet", "I see your struggle" could have saved him..

But, he had said.... That he is happier in death than he ever could be alive.... So no saving to do then?

Hmm.... Maybe that's what they talk about calling certain some...

EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DAY
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February 5, 2018
Delhi, India

The suckling at her breasts....
Kneading them to resurface a lust much similar to the one nibbling on his hungry eyes...
getting to taste it on his quivering lips !

Twirling his thick fingered claws inside of her...
nailing at her parching will...
As if looking for some reimbursement on his miserably failing life !

Pushing deep hard inside tearing the mid air dooming reverie of her strife... flowing warm from her heart vaporising her senescence dry !

And thereafter ;

Turning his sight on her shaking reddened body...
As if it was not the same woman who lied on his now depriving side...

through those nights.... ;

When their laughs echoed peeking out of the silver gazing windo...

BANKSY SWING
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February 5, 2018
Delhi, India

Tainted...speckled...greasy trails of dirt timelined on her face ;

may b their laughs were not in vain after all ;

but then those screechings of the crow on her roof...
that at times its not the face staring back at us...
but the mirror itself that needs cleansing;

I feed that crow, don't I?

And on what grounds can one trust a mirror anyway!

The very same face... Same features... Same curvings...
Casting distinct imageries...!!

For each mirror has its own character...
It's own moods... Changing with the level of illumination tickling it's temples!

Not one person have I found with one characteristic picture of himself.... One that states his true appearance  ;

Hmm... Appearance...

POETRY BOOKS
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December 22, 2017
 

I hate college!!
Just hate it...

Seeing those smirking faces... Piercing my already stooping stance with those eyes... So adamant on encrusting humour onto whatever of me reflected from there on

I hate not being able to look straight to their swooning faces n knock those smiles off to the ones upside down

I hate having to pass through those jam packed corridors knowing well that these dumb headed sheep are now in flocks.... And there is knee-deep of stupidity....restraining the feet all the more.... "A bully trail out on the go"

I hate when I m taught on how to be their version of "bold" ..... Of artfully placing absurdities one after the other in a see through pouch loading them on ...

CHRISTMAS ICON
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December 8, 2017
Delhi, India

Delusion,, Is the rope I hang my existence on...Succumbing to the piercing rays of solitude°. °°

for I have seen rags of existentialism sewn into sheaths of togetherness...Shrouding the rips along the sleeves of those having brushed past the prickly fencing of Reality °°. °°°

TINY QUEEN
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October 14, 2017
Moga, India

Dear Akshita Vashishth,

        Hey.!!🙂

TRAIN YOUR BRAIN DAY
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August 5, 2017
Delhi, India




the scant air expanding his still countable cells smelt of seared ashes....ashes devoured of the very impressions of life smeared in forever burning gashes

the charred remanants had receded with the wind to the corn fields miles away from here....but the bewailing chronicles still voiced through the nights in those deeper untouched forlorn layers

the craven soil had been parched for years bereaved of any shades darker than a sterile yellow....
.and those with wings ceased flapping in this vicinage....for it has been lacking the blues and greens of core  brio

in this semblance of abyss was the dawning of his life where he breathed in his primitive gasp of air .....his roots we...

HOPE
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May 20, 2017
Delhi, India

Anyone out here here with a good hand at 3D,  animation n stuff.... And has a creative bend towards it?

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 17, 2017
 

There is a large mirror....

A humongous mirror being dragged through the forlorn streets of abortive destiny...
      streets made of hard concrete adorned with hammered depressions....hammers thumping time and again to trample the pebbles of banter broadening their chests....chests clawed with words bathed in the profundity of turbulence.....seeking for opportunities to reveal their hardbound crust

There is a large mirror....

A prodigious mirror being dragged through the sprawled shadows cutting there obsolete essence...
              Shadows too black and hollow to penetrate within the iridescent screen of the mirror... Mirror that's masquerading behind its lambent facade an undermini...

DRAWING DAY
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May 10, 2017
 

My complexities are like those threads interwoven to fabricate this veneer of deceits enshrouding my quintessence.....

U aim a tug pretending to disentangle....and the moments retrograde to me standing threadbare...denuded under the spotlight of vulnerable coherence •.••

For it's the world that seeks for pretty superficies.....that once the knots are untangled reality comes crashing down choking them on their very discernments...having them coughing out the air of a now whipped perceivance

.......pumped by gasps of disbelief and discontentment •.°

So maybe in life...things are liked the way they are...not simple , but complex

For complexity keeps it going....whereas simplicity twitches ...

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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May 4, 2017
Delhi, India

There is a large mirror....

A humongous mirror being dragged through the forlorn streets of abortive destiny...
      streets made of hard concrete adorned with hammered depressions....hammers thumping time and again to trample the pebbles of banter broadening their chests....chests clawed with words bathed in the profundity of turbulence.....seeking for opportunities to reveal their hardbound crust

There is a large mirror....

A prodigious mirror being dragged through the sprawled shadows cutting there obsolete essence...
              Shadows too black and hollow to penetrate within the iridescent screen of the mirror blinded by its own imperious fearfulness....fearfulness kindled by th...

ANGEL OF PASSION
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April 28, 2017
 

Here's to the introverts...

The ones who have eyes shimmering with stark light of perspectives quietening those bootless noises...
                     But have their words failing each time along the perforated course to make love to their voices !!

Who drool over the poisoned wounding wisecracks spat on them by the screaming domes...
                     But prefer to stay tight-lipped as the backbiting didn't taste so spiffy on their tounges !!

Their mouths may be used the least having the most quiet and ineffectual corner in the room...
                       But if you break open their heads there's a conservatory of ingrained thoughts being nurtured to full bloom !!

It's bee...

BE ONE
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April 16, 2017
Delhi, India

" I have a Vision"

India is a country where more than 50% of the population is indulged in Agriculture, whether it is the direct involvement by the farmers who work day and night onto those coarse and drying soils under the scorching sun to generate whatever meagre production they can avail, or it is the govt officials who have their almirahs exploding with the stolen hard earned and much deserved compensations originally meant for these farmers having lost all their production to the cruelty of the drastically changing climate and scarcity of resources leaving them with dilapidated dreams and falling hopes.

Whenever we think of a farmer in India, the face that flashes in front of our eyes...

HAPPY EASTER
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April 8, 2017
Delhi, India

Here I break my strings with anyone and everyone......

For neither you deserve me....nor do I deserve u oll

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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April 6, 2017
 

It was the time when he fell deep and deep into this valley blanketed in crude black.....he flapped his hands back and forth but his travail if anything was slack

He was worn out of having been engrossed in his course slaving around to earn in order to strive...for no one is spared a single breath in this world without having made amends throughout the life

And it was then that he slipped onto the lush green algae growing at the bottom of the corner stone....and that was all for him to be falling deep into his life's most loathsome zone

And now as he eyes his lifeless body lying rooted in the sharpened surface of the cracking rock.....all he can recall is the sudden spurge of his bod...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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March 30, 2017
नई दिल्ली, India

I kept on walking and walking without looking back...in search of that very perfect love I had since ever heard

Until this day when i tripped over an earsplitting crude realisation......

A truth that shook me to the very last layer of my existence.....that it's been buried right at the bottom of my heart ...this thing that people call love

And now when I look back I am amazed to be reminded of this never solubilising fact....
                              That it was his heart that I choked on each time I inhaled onto the smoke of wretchedness......so as to bind me with the awakening gushing full of purpose...
                              reminding me that my time here is limited........

FIND PEACE
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March 12, 2017
 

Right now in life....
                  I so wanna fall in love!!

Cherish that enriching feeling that love inflates us with...where every string of my heart vibrates in chorus so as to generate the very music appealing to that one person who ends up becoming the apple of my eye!!

Someone who can tie a knot with my ever floating heart so as to bring it back to the ground realities of my life.....and renders me with the force so as to live in the present....

                  Where my prime focus is onto living the life the way it is....drilling it now and then in the right spots so as to fix the nails where I can hang the portraits of my dreams... Reflecting my beliefs, thoughts and this ...

BE ONE
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March 11, 2017
 

I stood behind her on the seaside....the water splashing...rinsing our feet from time to time leaving behind a chilling sensation....making me shudder under the darkening night sky
...she didn't move an inch...so consumed within the pursuit of silver moonlight entering her eyes while she stared at the moon blankly....her hands folded in front of her chest speaking of her tranquil nonchalance

She did this every night.....stood like this confronting the silver charm of that shining martyr !

And I....too came down to this gravelly spot every night with the first hint of the black taking over the blue of the sky...to drink in the beauty being reflected from her godly skin...adding her own me...

FIND PEACE
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March 8, 2017
Delhi, India

Some people are simply born out of sadness....that no matter what they attain in life it never settles their pain

It's like as if I am searching for something which reaches beyond this world we have constructed for ourselves...
Something which has a blaze reflecting the norms on which the entire universe works...that are way beyond our understanding of lives and living itself

And a part of me beleives that it has to be a piece that is missing from my soul....something which needs to be amalgamated with my present self...so as to enlighten me of my wants and how to fulfill them

There is a fear which always follows me like a shadow...that no matter what happens I am never that confident p...

BE ONE
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March 3, 2017
Delhi, India

Dear payal...

        Talking to you makes me feel alive... It's you who brings me back to the realms of life;  When all my thoughts and ideas are completely dissolved in the not so sweet reality of life... You make me realise that where I m lost is a world way different from my true existence... And help me find the space of my belongingness....

Love.... Relationships.... All that is way out of my league to understand.... But one thing I believe in truly is our friendship!

No matter where we are tomorrow.... U ll always be my escape from the feeling of nothingness... And a ticket to enter the globe of completeness !

I can't call you a better half...cuz that's something too poetic ...

FIND PEACE
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