I am at the brink of time
there's no looking back--
the past dissolves and my life
is in the balance.  A tiny crack

would make me slip
into the abyss of the unknown-
I have chosen this path
and none should I blame--alone

this is my moment of reckoning
yet my heart so assured does rest
life is never to be feared but to be conquered
every challenge it poses has to be addressed

in the singularity and insularity
of the now-- nothing shall stand in my way
all my inner resources I will harness
here my testament I write- I will stay.

Across moving windows?
Paint our own moments.
?Windows move backwards?
And moments forward, to await us.

such charming colour every bloom*
richly decorating the room
a Grecian vase held an array
spring's loveliest hues did display

the eye captured by flowers
profuse each ones gorgeous powers
of orange and white highlighting shay
with olive green leaf midst the lay

portraying an artistic glory
petals of impressionist's story
the painter scented beauty at play
applying the tones of May

such charming colour every bloom
*on applying the tones of May

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Love makes the bittersweet
And love makes the king slave
And love makes the dead alive
So make me your prisoner
In the prison of your palms
And in the end, I will get free,

Encircle my cheeks
With your palms so perfectly
leaving a small window
Through which I will see
The sky in your eyes

Lock the gates of your hand
With million locks
And when you are dissolved in me
Then you desire to free me
In that moment of freedom
I will give you a kiss on each key

That freedom will bind me
In your earnest soul
Thinking why I was away from you
For such a long time
And now never to go away
From this sour-sweet mixture!

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Sometimes in the struggle for-
inspiration I'll travel to
a secret lakeside location
Viewing the freshwater drink ,
a place to think , knowing that my whereabouts
are mired in constant change , for living beauty is cursed
with never appearing the same
Calm water reflections bound for the creek
Never to be seen
Perpetual motion , seeking the river with
thoughts of the ocean
Kinetic nature , uneasy me
Forever occupied with changing scenes* ...

The Pastor preaching against indulgence
doth squeal and whine
For his lips have yet to meet a -
Key Lime pie ...