AKSHAY SONTHALIA - POEMS

Akshay Sonthalia is a poet from Versova, Mumbai, India. He runs a poetry publishing startup called Poets Choice. He has been a special guests at Lit-o-fest Mumbai, TISS Fantastyka Lit Fest, St. Pauls Institute's Mediathon Fest, Equal Streets, a Times of India initiative. He is currently the publishing partners with Rotaract Club of Churchgate, a branch of Rotary Club. He has hosted poetry open mic events across Mumbai with Whistling Woods International, Bombay Art Club and Factory of Artists. He is one of the founders of Shekhawati Art Club. His poems can be read in a weekly newspaper of Dehradun called The Dehradun Street. He started his writing journey as a poet 13years back, when his school magazine published his poem ' Devils' Workshop'. His poem, Seven, speaks of the 7 chakras is loved the most by his readers.

​IT’S A DAYS LIFE

     A drop of water, 
     The rising sun-
     The winds kissing the trees
     The historic walls. 
     The ray of hope, 
     The flowing blood-
     The embracing hands
     The firing – words. 
     The cry of birds, 
     The barking dogs
     The loving fish, 
     The cunning fox. 
     The trickling pearls
     The unwanted sneeze-
     The echoing mirth, 
     The jumping heart. 
     The whistling devils, 
     The cute lil angels
     The mischief in the eyes
     The clear skies. 
     The building enthusiasm
     The bubbling love-
     The bursting desire-
     The compressed sobs. 
     The unlocked doors
     Melting the ice-
     The blooming flowers
     Said, -
     “ It’s a day’s life.” 
 

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SPLASH !
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As I went shrieking down the whirlpool With a raindrop calming it –
     Rescued, by a speeding surfer
     But there was no land ahead, 
     I knew I was moving further
     I had my eyes tight shut, 
     The man said, “ Hang on.” 
     And I plunged before that thought, 
     Whoosh! A scuba diver caught me
     Cramming the spares he had, 
     Then, we moved on seeing the beautiful aqua But soon I started to suffocate-He forsake me like any other fish
     I started to drown, 
     Going lower and lower to the ocean floor Desperately calling out-When a light lit up on my bedside, 
     And my mother said, “ Good morning, my son.” 

THE POWER
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    The power of emotion, 
     Bubbles in our heart
     Bursts out from our laughter
     And flows from our eyes. 
     The power of love, 
     Helps achieve heights
     Fighting even death-
     Never so they divide. 
     The power of will, 
     Makes you live life
     Moving in your voyage, with pride-
     Passing the ‘falls of life’. 
     The power of faith, 
     Washes all dirt
     Crystal clear mind, trust sans bound, so strong-Say jump, and he’ll jump. 
     The power of memory, 
     However unrealistic it seems
     Spreads the love within-
     Anger or glee. 

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WAITING !
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     Hope enrolls me, 
     And then-
     See-saws
     Back to despair. 
     Elation embraces me, 
     With love, 
     And then again –
     It deflates. 
     Will she call? 
     Does she care? 
     Swings-
     The restless vibes. 
     All I do, 
     Is wish that wish
     Which still, is running
     In my mind. 
     Was in college, 
     Lecture going on-
     But my hand was
     Reaching out, for my phone. 
     Dining I am, 
     On my table-
     But my ears
     Await her call. 
     Love, indifference
     Care, frivolity–
     Shadows, and then–
     Vanishes. 
     Waiting desperately, 
     Fingers crossed-
     For a ring, with a
     String of hope. 

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