Suresh Gupta

Suresh Gupta Nov 2019

Untitled - XXVI

11/17/2019

if ever a smooth thread of relationship is broken,

though repairable, a knot shall always be visible.

Suresh Gupta Nov 2019

ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई

ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई
10/17/2015

ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई, ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई,
पीछे मुड़ के देखा तो, पीछे मुड़ के देखा तो एक अन्धेरी सुरनग बन के रहे गइ,
ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई,

सोचूँ, अभ में सोचूँ, आगे कहा तक चलना है, सोचूँ, अभ में सोचूँ आगे और क्या क्या करना है
वक़्त एक एसी जनजीर है, वक़्त एक एसी जनजीर है जिसकी कड़ीया गिनना मुमकिन नहीं,
ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई,

बचपना अभ याद नहीं जिसमें खेले थे और पले थे, जवानी वो भूल गए जिसमें सीखे थे और बड़े हुए,
वक़्त एक एसी दलदल है, वक़्त एक एसी दलदल है जिसकी खाई से निकलना मुमकिन नहीं
ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई,

इस सुरनग के अन्धेरे से कैसे निकला जाए, आगे भी तो कोई रोशनी नहीं दिखाई दे रही
वक़्त की परछाईं में ज़िन्दगी गुज़र गई, भुडापा नहीं, अबतो किसी और का इन्तज़ार है
ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई, ज़िन्दगी, वक़्त की एक सीडी बन के रहे गई

Suresh Gupta Nov 2019

Skipped a Beat

Skipped a Beat
11/10/2019

when love becomes our weakness,
heart is left exposed

Suresh Gupta Nov 2019

The Laughter on the Playground

The Laughter on the Playground
11/11/2019

the rustling of the leaves,
bustling across the courtyard,
to an imaginary finish line,
only to be disrupted, by
an invisible prankster,
swirling them into a loop

sitting on the patio, cupping,
ohh! that warm cup-a-tea
shawl draped shoulders,
teased by the autumn breeze

weathervane spinning,
rooster at the helm,
croaking n creaking,
straining to twist,
with jester at its tail

childhood, prodded by simplicity,
watching oak let a few more loose,
floating to join ones on the ground,
and, if you hear carefully
the rustling sounds so much,
like laughter on the playground

simplicity has an awesome impac

Suresh Gupta Nov 2019

Resigned

Resigned
10/31/2019

Have travelled the dusty roads
Worked the fingers to the bone
From early dawn into darken dusk
Making gravel, breaking stones

Walking miles, in search of jobs
Mended shoes, now totally worn
Passers by, hastily cross the street
Glancing at the clothes, badly torn

Recall, resting upon pillows of soft
and slept between silken sheets
Ate in fine china, waited upon and
never allowing the soil to touch my feet

More content now, never losing pride
Even before what was, now lost to time
Took Lords blows, scarring mind n hide
Knowing in the final hour, bells will chime

Have been poetic now n then
sizing pebbles, carrying boulders
Hummed a tune, sang a song
making gravel, aging shoulders

If we are willing to listen, those now destitute, each having a story to recall, many even excelling in their art - there is no virtue greater than compassion

Suresh Gupta Oct 2019

My Muse

My Muse
08 - 10 (2019)

elusive self, that leaves me wandering,
my companion, 'tis deserted me so,
hollow are thoughts, devoid of coherence,
in thy absence, the mind frustrated,
all a forest of words and floating alphabets,
lacking compilation of a meaningful sentence.

if thy shall not visit me, as before,
diminished mind and thought, for sure,
then rest my quill forever, I must,
lost are excitement, thrills of creation,
partake I must, of your nectar, your elixir,
one last sip, to quench the final thirst.o

Creative juices have come to a screeching halt, and minds frustration, unbearable, so I seek alls forgiveness, sincerely above all

Suresh Gupta Oct 2019

Black n White

Black n White
10/26/2019

black on black
white on white
precious thoughts
out of sight

black on white
words or art
brings to light
artists craft

diversity is the spice of life