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Suresh Gupta Dec 2019
A Storm is brewing

12/11/2019



The wind howled across the plains
Challenging the might, of all touched
The blades of grass, soon to be trampled
The quenching of the land, in red, awaited
On its wing, an omen was carried
Victor and vanquished, to be soon tested

The dark clouds, nor grey, no silver lining
Bathed the field in pitch blackness
Soon to relieve its heavy nectar held
With fierce lighting, shaming sun, blinding sight
Deafening thunder, exploding hearts n mind
To wash the land away of crimson red
there always seem to be a Storm brewing
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
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
11/10/2019

when love becomes our weakness,
heart is left exposed
Suresh Gupta Nov 2019
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
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
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
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