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Suresh Gupta Aug 2018
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Birth

Birth is a curse and a cross that we all bear
Whether His tool or a fool, the Almighty must hear
Of our choice we did not start this journey
But our actions, seem to prolong this churning
Suresh Gupta Aug 2018
Emotions - Hatred and Love

Hatred has no limits
Love has no boundaries
One demands revenge
The other pays the price

Neither is wrong
For nothing is right
Both have their followers
All living in fright

One looks for motives
Other forgoes logic
Reactions cannot be contained
Emotions cannot be controlled
Suresh Gupta Aug 2018
Freedom

Every breath
Every step
Every thought
Every word

To live
To be
To act
To feel

There is not much to say
Perpetually fighting to stay
There is so much in its way
To be free is all we pray
Suresh Gupta Aug 2018
Hostage
Unable to free myself
Nobody to turn to
For the demon is within me
External forces, internal forces
Counter, opposing
Tormenting
Screams within
Let me go, let me go
Till I realize
What’s holding me hostage
is me
Suresh Gupta Aug 2018
A Moment in Time - III
It’s a new day
The call to feast has gone out
The table is laid
Scented with perfumery
Vibrant in color
Multitudes at play
All seeking to benefit
Some come flying in
Others crawling, all partaking
The progeny at stake
In the wind
Streaks of light
Nothing is visible
Yet it shines again and again
Reflecting the Sun
There is another host
Waiting to ensnare
Some guests for itself
And then you realize
Everybody is a host
And a guest as well
Waiting to be fed
Or feed itself
Nature is truly all awe inspiring
Suresh Gupta Aug 2018
Loss of the Very Young I
The Sandy Hook Shooting

Lord, maybe you needed them more
As I gaze at the sunset by the shore
The forced solace I can find
To stop the torment of my mind
Is maybe you needed them more

I am still trying to fathom why
How could you possibly justify
The innocent that had yet to flourish
Their minds still raw, ready to nourish
Maybe you needed them more.
Suresh Gupta Aug 2018
The House, My Home

It’s not the brick and mortar
Nor the painted walls
Not the many rooms
Decorations and all
It started with just the two of us
But that was not for long
The pitter patter of the little feet
Is what kept us strong
The giggles and the laughter
Just some of what we shared
The trials and tribulations
Proved that we cared
It’s the memories of many decades
That makes - the house, a Home.
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