Poetry — I carry an ocean in my eyes I want to swim through but you want me to drown I carry a mountain in my heart I want to climb it but you want its weight to put me down I carry a flower in my mind I want to nurture it with love but you want to pluck it till its brown I carry your heart in my soul I want to let go of it but your spell has no bounds All of you is in all of me I push your memories away but why are you still so much around?

Your ultimate guide! — If you’re looking for bullet points that will magically make you a poet then sorry to break this to you but this piece is not for you. Asking how to write poetry is like asking how to speak — I cannot explain. I can teach you in theory but the…

Poetry — Here’s to the life I never lived To the ‘what-ifs’ I never explored To the roads I did not take & To the stories that still remain untold. Here’s to my long-lost childhood friend I still carry our friendship in my heart Here’s to the kiss I never had Its undying yearning that…

A Haiku on Haiku — Three lines, seventeen syllables, is all it takes to tell your story. ©2022 Navya Gupta. All rights reserved.

Poetry — Uncorrupted souls Brushed with blush Naivety intact Cupid cascading all hearts & masking all facts… Once kids Grew up now No… Grew.. apart .. unmapped. It was indeed a decayed decade Of learning how to Unlearn Unlove Un-stay & be ..Unafraid.

Poetry — The way you looked at me That night… It felt like The stars in your eyes Danced to the rhythm of my heart And promised to groove Every moment they see me Even if the world falls apart…

…and I can’t stop smiling — Time and again, I have used Medium to express my love for Poetry (many times in the form of Poetry itself). Today, I am thrilled to share that two of my poems are published in Thomas Gaudex’s first Scribe-related book of Poetry, The Embrace of Dawn. I am honoured to be a part of this beautiful book (along with many other talented writers) and I cannot wait to hold it in my hands!

Poetry — I am ghosting the ghost of my past I am wrapping it in a towel & keeping it in a box under my bed of roses Sometimes I hear the ghost crumble & cry I shut my ears & smile reminding myself that it’s not the ghost the cries are just my tears of joy The ghost is silent at times I mistake the silence for its absence I assume there’s no harm but now I just wonder what if it’s just silence before the storm?

Poetry — Every time I try to unleash this labyrinth of life I meet another enigma that I fail to surmise here’s another epiphany giving rise to my quandary it’s all about those moments that turned into memories… Why is it that… good memories bring tears to our eyes making us hopeful, Nah, desperate to relive those times? but it’s when the bad memories arrive our hearts get filled with joy sigh of relief for they’re over sense of pride for you’ve got closure