ILLICIT EMOTIONS

spider and web

The Spider and The Cobweb on the ceiling ,
the man in her life,
Staring at the insect, for her survival,

Her eyes couldn’t blink watching her new friend,
Her day would pass murmuring to the insect,

Love like Termite was feeding her Heart,
She was smiling with sparkling eyelids after long,

Like band of colours portraying different emotion,
She was becoming frail and weak,

She cried out, to pronounce her anguish,
Her lips from ages were summoned to pin drop silence,

He was the last resort for this quadriplegic frame,
His hissing sound ,was the most soothing lyrics, to die in peace!

AKANKSHA AGARWAL is a multifaceted artist — a poet, dancer, singer, painter, musician and a home- maker par excellence. She gleefully embraces the diverse experiences and perspectives of life and pours it out in her creative pursuits. They spread an aura of happiness and love.
Akanksha writes from her heart, dreams with her heart, and being a people’s person, lives with her heart.

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Mirror Soul Reflections

rose on book

I feel I was doing this all alone. The whole time since we met, maybe I was doing this all alone. What I feel for you, I donno, a sacred connection, an unexplainable bond, an instant pull that defies the logic.
Never you felt me, never you felt the vibes. It is neither about love, nor about lust but trust and true reflections, pure soul vibration which is swinging back and forth, juggling hate and heartfelt, fighting logic and heart.
I was feeling all these mirror soul reflections all alone. I thought you too, I thought you were reading me. But I was wrong. I failed to notice you going away.
Oh! but did you ever come close..? Maybe it was all my false beliefs. It was all my crazy notions. I agree sometimes I let you go as you were so misreading me, as you were trying to label these connections being biased of the human rational mind.
And I was afraid of misleading you, I was afraid of being misread and more I was afraid of losing you too… but never I was far apart. Never could I.
And now you went far away. It is okay though it’s hurting for sure. It’s not okay even though I’ve learnt to accept everything as it is. Whatever I felt is forever, I knew it well as we are a part of the soul family.
I am not gonna give up on you. This feel is not gonna be replaced too as I still hear you and feel your waves. My instincts tell me you are not accidental. What we are having is so special that you will feel it too one day.
And I can wait…

Akhila Siva is a self motivated life long learner who believes in signs from the universe. Her poetry has been published in various literary magazines like Indian Periodical, iwriteher, Puzha etc. She is bleeding out all the intoxicated imperfections of her soul through her blog.

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Remembrance of Things Imperfect

It is the middle of a sunny summer day.
I am running down the stairs,
quickly and excitedly,
with my neighbours following me.

We all want to see the Sun.
It just fell down in the front yard.

I saw it coming down,
like an overripe cantaloupe,
staining the sky
with sticky, succulent golden juices.

‘Just Fell Down’, Alicia Pacheco AKA Kuro

There it is,
lying on the ground,
a giant orange,
flattening the grass it landed on,
squirting its warm essence
all over our bodies.

The neighbourhood dogs
are running around,
barking at this strange visitor.

I approach it warily.
I touch it.
It is warm and beautiful,
glistening in the mid-noon light.

I remember well feelings of
amazement, incredulity, inexplicable joy
overwhelming me,
and the comical expressions of confusion
on the faces of my neighbours.

BORIS GLIKMAN is a writer, poet and philosopher from Melbourne, Australia. His stories, poems and non-fiction articles have been published in various online and print publications, as well as being featured on national radio and other radio programs. He says: “Writing for me is a spiritual activity of the highest degree. Writing gives me the conduit to a world that is unreachable by any other means, a world that is populated by Eternal Truths, Ineffable Questions and Infinite Beauty. It is my hope that these stories of mine will allow the reader to also catch a glimpse of this universe.”

Artist Credit:
Alicia Pacheco AKA Kuro

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rose on book

The blood oozing from

the flesh are my tears.
Tears want to portray
my hunger for you,
you being my soulmate.

Soulmates are never apart,
apart from people who
are jealous and obnoxious.

The seasoning of your
love savours me perfect,
perfect while walking
down the aisle with
you ever,

ever would I want to
vacate your heart,
hearts get gratified
when emotions compile

each other’s arms,
arms around each other
trigger the intimacy
forever and ever!

Akanksha Agarwal

Akanksha Agarwal is a multifaceted artist — a poet, dancer, singer, painter, musician and a home- maker par excellence. She gleefully embraces the diverse experiences and perspectives of life and pours it out in her creative pursuits. They spread an aura of happiness and love.

Akanksha writes from her heart, dreams with her heart, and being a people’s person, lives with her heart. 

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