Akansha Sharma   (Akansha)
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Joined 8 October 2016


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Joined 8 October 2016
8 NOV 2022 AT 0:49

I am not your past,
I am not the present,
I am definitely not the future.
So, maybe I am just a fleeting moment,
that touches you briefly and fills you up with promise of beautiful tomorrow,
Or just a distraction that adjusts your focus,
Maybe just a whiff of breeze that caress your face
on a hot summer afternoon to give you brief solace.
Maybe just a glimmer of moon on a dark cloudy night
which restores faith that in sometime there will be a clear sky.
Or, just a faint known fragrance of a forgotten memory that lights up the whole mood.
Maybe a clover leaf you find on a sunday morning walk and wish for love.
So maybe a thing that you put in a drawer and not want to part ways.

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2 OCT 2022 AT 22:55


Places, different connotation for everyone. People travel to different places and I see them thrive, relax, become a different person altogether. I see them marvelling, eyes getting bigger with each mile, taking in desperately whatever new there is...like they can't get enough or it ll be left behind, they take million pictures as a reminder, these places, and travellers are my fav people. Cause these places allow one to become who they want to be, not altering, judging or turning them. No filters, no boundaries, pretensions. No NEED TO BELONG. I guess much like our primitive species, we also enjoy our freedom. We may pretend we like safety, security, some place we call our home. But, in reality, all we want is freedom to be wherever, whenever. We become scared when we reach home, acting different roles, maintaining ourself.
Every revolution we witness is a cry to break free. Travel to places we want to be.

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30 SEP 2022 AT 22:03


In your arms, I don't feel scared.
In your arms, there's no rush to be anywhere.
In your arms, everything fits, I fit.
In your arms, everything is standstill.
In your arms, there's no time.
In your arms, there's a forever.

That means,
We get to be with each other forever, somewhere.

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4 JUL 2022 AT 21:45

Evenings, his hair looked most ruffled,
Pleasant breeze, his smile most loving,
the way she liked, at ease.
In the mornings
Crisp hair, he preferred,
Curt and cold like winters,
Always in hurry to be at some place.
Funny , she mused.
As a child, she saw people often,
were in hurry to go one place and one place only,
Home, they'd call it.
To the people they love, their own.
The books also said, "smells like home", the words she had read once on stairs.
And, she had wondered then,
What is home ? a place where you live,
a refuge, four walls, or a place where you are born?
For her,
His arms had always been a place, she felt most alive in,
His strong arms, her refuge.
The walls bore witness to the thousand things they'd talked about.
She didn't know where she was born, neither she wanted to know.
He was her home, had always been.
The place where she was always running to;
the one she love and loved.
Then,
One cold morning,
He was again, setting his hair crisp,
She rolled her eyes, unsettling,
had asked innocently, where was he always running to?,
"Home", he had said.

- Akansha

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3 MAR 2022 AT 12:14

The orange of the sky,
between sunset and sunrise.
The now of the time,
between then and later.
The glimmer of light,
between shadows and flames.

The drop of water,
between barren and ocean.
The smile on face,
between sad and laughter.
The clarity of moment,
between known and unknown.

The star of north,
between dark and northern lights.
The calm of the day,
between labour of morning and night.
The freckle of imagination,
between dream and reality.

The suffering of longing,
between love and hate.
The stagnation,
between cessation and flow.
The tragedy,
between comedy and romance.

The "US",
between and him and I.
With him, she's always afloat,
between drowning and swimming.
But, in the end she knows,
She must swim.

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1 NOV 2016 AT 0:29

चाह कुछ ऐसी कि
मिलके भी न मिले,
बात हो फिर भी कुछ न बोलें,
एक दुसरे को टुट के चाहें फिर भी पयार न करें ।

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9 OCT 2016 AT 12:38

Sometimes, love is not forever and always,
Sometimes its maybe and someday.

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26 DEC 2021 AT 22:17

For just one day..
Call my name thousand times,
That it fills my heart,
Look at me alot,
Caress my face,
Nuzzle my cheeks,
Give me thousand kisses,
Tell me that I am only yours,
Say that you love me and only me,
Like today I am the only one for you.
For just one day..
Maybe, it ll fill my heart,
For good.
Maybe this poignant sadness will go away.
Maybe the void that you leave will vanish
Maybe this one day becomes my forever.

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17 JUN 2020 AT 21:51

I know him from a time,
from a life, from the moment,
when I had felt so alone
in this big space world and
his face brought me solace
that soothes a heartache.
His laughter became the rhythm
in which my heart beat.
His touch would heal
any deep bruise my soul suffered.
He, the only memory,
even oblivion couldn't take.

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9 APR 2020 AT 23:31

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