you are paper,
let yourself be crumpled,
and then tell me stories
about your creases, your scars;
memories living in jars

tell me how it hurt
to be molded impetuously
because you still feel pain
when your wrinkles look like veins,
fragile streaks of vulnerability
flowing within you,
all over you,
and i will tell you
that i could not care less
if you are a mess of crooked roads;
if you are no longer like the others
devoid of folds
because these folds define you,
and the others do not crumple
in the same way as you do

you are paper,
skinned from nature
let yourself be written,
and then tell me stories
about yourself, your tales
without ever having to use a pen

The other night, there was a unfamiliar Bug in my bedroom.
I saw it, and panicked. I went to get some tissue to be rid of it.
The Bug, of course, was minding it's own business, crawling along side my wall. Yet, I was afraid of it.
I wanted it gone.
So I killed it
Without a second thought.

Later that night, I laid in bed
I started thinking about the Bug that I killed out of fear.
I thought to myself, "What gives me the right to **** something, just because I am afraid of it?"

Do you want to sail the vast seas,
Just like how the clouds sails the sky?
Or watch your dreams go with the breeze,
And giving up, not daring to try?

Do you want to fly like the birds always do,
Trusting their wings; singing their hearts out?
Or do you want to stay inside, nothing new.
Full of sorrow, worry, fears, and doubt?

Do you want to be yourself, dear?
The Almighty said, "Do not be afraid."
You see, your life starts here.
Do not just sit, having your passions fade.

Let success make the noise.
It is always your choice...

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Like the heavy full Clouds rich with water
I emptied myself by showering upon you
but you never understood the value of precious gems
And thought it an useless advice from the ignorant

I never said that I will make a castle in the heaven
Or create a Palace of pearls for seven
Because pearls are useless in a desert
The dying man just needs a few drops of water

A harvest of peace grows from seeds of contentment
O my daughter, listen
When a crow is killed by a storm
The fortuneteller says, ''He died by my curse

Let us live together as fish live with crocodile
As fragrance lives with flower, warmth lives with sun
As stars live together with cool moon in the milky light
A house without children is a graveyard

Why be alone when we can live together my child
You can make my life worthwhile
And I can make you start to smile
So don't emit poison like snake, I have fed you milk
When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced
Now, Live your life in such a manner that when you die,
The world cries and you rejoice.

Don't go away alone, turning your face from us
Remember ! Even a cat is a lion in her own lair

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all