Akshit Gupta

“They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.”
― self

“Sleepless nights, infinite random thoughts, Remembering those moments, he had much to say, an urge to talk to someone, to be cared, to be loved, to be understood !! She was gone by now, And he was lost !! There it was, A white paper note, a pen, and the dark clouds forcing him to spill out !! Yes Words did most of talking, the unsaid words took the paper form .. Strange it was, the way Love was lost somewhere in the Library stacks !!”
― self

“She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !!
Then SHe
went and left him restlessly numb. He was her
painkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.”
― Self

“He stared at her, knowing with certainty that
he was falling in love. He looked the other way, Her face triggered through his heart, forcing him to look back, and admire that beauty!!
Soon He pulled her close and
kissed her beneath a blanket of stars,
wondering how on earth he'd been lucky
enough to find her...
Wait it was morning, the dream was actually over !!”
― SELF