Who am I? A wilted flower on the sidewalkA lone tear amidst manyI seem to have lost my essenceIn life’s unfair journey. Who am I? A thorn in a basket of flowersA black smear on whiteIn my relentless pursuit of happinessI’m stuck somewhere between the lines. Who am I? A bug drenched in rainA torn […]Read More Who Am I?
Forget it, they said.Let it pass, they said. But they didn’t feelThe pain she didA burn on the cheek.They didn’t feelThe shock she didHer heart pierced by steel. It happens to everyone, they said.Women need to tolerate, they said. But she didn’t listenShe was her own warriorWith a resolve that glistened.But she didn’t succumbShe fought […]Read More Just a Slap
“I heard it. I’m sure.” “You must be dreaming. Or it could have just been the wind.” You laugh and take a sip of your coffee. I stare at you, expressionless. “Yes, it must have been the wind….” “I saw it. I’m sure.” “Have you started hallucinating now? It must have been a trick of […]Read More Can you explain this, dear?
her mind could weave stories like Arachne wove tapestries. her words wrought magic like a melody sometimes tragic. her eyes a mystic journey like a land forgotten by many. and, her soul like oceans of desires consumed by a passionate fire…..🔥 -Ishita GuptaRead More ….fire
all she heard was a cacophony of meaningless thoughts and emotionless words. all she felt was a brutal agony laced with acrid tears isolated with haunting fears. all she saw were ghosts of her insanity in broken mirrors and lakes of terror. slowly, she lost herself along the way. slowly, she lost herself in those […]Read More She lost herself
swaying her body along the tune looking godly an artist’s muse. beneath her feet a splintered floor in sweet dreams a velvet door. breaking inside feeling insane shaking outside to soothe the pain. postures sliding fluidly to another worries enveloping like a black smother. counting beats she felt in her heart dancing greets a sad […]Read More Dancing Away…..🌸
blackness caresses the night it’s dark the depth of the sea marble withers to black dust sandalwood sans fragrance. misery flutters around tears turn to acid demons spill blood underworld comes to earth. faraway a shimmering veil aromatic like dancing moonlight weaves a warm glow divine like a ray of hope. -Ishita Gupta This poem […]Read More Moonlight
I walk down the cobbled pathway, my head down. For a reason unbeknownst, I always felt comfortable walking with my head down. Not from shame, or guilt. No. I just felt better like that. I just did. The cobbled pathway has changed, I notice. Wild flowers fill the tiny spaces, and little pieces of grass […]Read More The Place in my Mind’s Maze
I am so extremely happy to share that two of my poems have been published in a book Uncaged: A Teen Anthology! This book is a collection of poems written by Indian teenagers across the world. All the poems in the book are so versatile and beautiful! It would mean a lot to me, and […]Read More A Great News!
I thought it was the end of my journey when I finished with you but oh! I was a fool because your end was the beginning of something new. You were gone but left me with invisible scars you started an addiction and ah! how sweet it was our time together you were my first […]Read More First love