I fall a little more for you,
in those moments, where unbeknownst to time,
I steal a few minutes from him,
so that I may quietly enchant myself;
in the simplicity of your being,
the candor of your absentminded stare,
the contrast of this almost childlike innocence, and the temple of your manhood,
this strength and vulnerability that personifies you,
joyful and lugubrious,
devilishly angelic,
tender and harsh, at times,
light and darkness,
lucid and obtuse, sometimes,
salacious and upright,
fierce and bashful,
Typhoon and the calm,
everything and nothing,

I absolutely and deliriously,
will continue to steal those minutes from Master Time.
I fall more in love with your duplicity--every more.  
You are by far, the most complex human being in the world!
and I….. well, I am honored to love you, the way I do!

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Me enamoro un poco más de ti,
en esos momentos donde, ni el tiempo vislumbra,
que le robo unos minutos, para discretamente deleitarme de toda:
Esa sencillez de tu ser,
la candidez de tu mirada ausentada,
el contraste de esa inocencia casi infantil, y, el temple de tu hombría,
esa fortaleza y vulnerabilidad que te caracteriza,
risueño y lúgubre,
angelical y luciferino,
tierno e impiadoso a veces,
luz y oscuridad,
lucido y lerdo-al mismo tiempo,
procaz y recatado,
feroz y nocivo,
tifón y calma,
todo y nada,
absolutamente y delirantemente,
amo robarle esos minutos al tiempo.
Me doy cuenta que me enamora tu duplicidad cada día mas.
Eres el ser más complejo del mundo,,,,,,
Y yo encantada de amarte como lo estoy haciendo!

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Silence broke into tears
But cried with authority of a heavy rain
With a prescription of a rule of the land
How many still write,
in autumn bells ?
when gentle dew sickles the nerves of my brain
tighten the bronchial tree of my chest
when your wings will broom the dust of the wound
behind the door of my aging heart ?

When the day will increase fresh greenery
Around the tiring garden of long passing life
And protect all the wedding stories
And save them for next generations and
Not allowing them to die
In a flooded storm of worldly intelligentsia ?

The dry leaves will remain burning
In the high temperature of June of My country
the serene calm river of wisdom will invite me drown
In Her depth up to the pebbles and sand
settled loosely in her breast flowing with deep water, but
The winter of coming life will try to frost my fertile brain
but the sacred heart reminds me to reach
the Ocean of the colored horizon

So I should be baptized or Initiated by the Guru
To follow the word of God or name of God
To know, realize and experience the hell or heaven of emotions
But, Some are so mature to become their own teacher
to write with their own pen on their own paper

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Its been a while,
since i finally accepted
the end.
But my heart still aches,
everytime i think
of how we ended.

And if i could go back,
I wish i could tell you:
I stayed for so long not ,
not because i was weak.
But because i believed
in the good person in you.

I left, not because you
stopped wanting me,
but because i no longer
loved myself by loving you.

Every day is
the same road, same lines,
same lights, same dents on the
c r o s s r o a d s .

Flickering lights of
s t o p    &    g o

Sitting on the back of a cab,
The beeping sounds start to sink in. . .

S    l   o   w   l    y
I close my eyes, thinking :

"  Where the **** should I go?  
If somewhere the rivers don't flow,
W o u l d   I    b e   a l o n e ?  **"

I wish to age like a wrap-around porch
In a thunder storm,
While generations tell tales,
Sipping drinks.
A porch of blinking stars,
A shelter out of rain,
With ascending and descending friends.

I will age like a tree,
Grow stronger in the wind;
Give shade and shelter to all
Beneath my ring-aged limbs.

I wish to age as a river bends,
Contiguous with all shores;
Floating everyone I know
On eternal waters,
A current winding with no rest.

I will age like a star,
Burning bright, giving light,
Something to reach for.

I wish to age like a mountain,
With secret caves and riches.
And you can rock your soul
Around, over or through,
Solid, snow-capped summit,
Beckoning you.

I will age as the moon,
In stages, full and new;
Each night different,
Unnoticeable fading,
As all who age will do.