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my poems speak the truth
they are gold and do not glitter

my words are mechanics and fitter
cleans the room of heart and clear the litter

some are short as a diamond, some are long as an arrow
but they all make my readers independent and not to borrow

but in this world are living good and bad people from all the races
they try to catch the fishes and never misses to crush the marrow

some **** the birds to eat but some loves the sparrow
some destroy the crops but some plants the seed in the furrow

So an arrow should be in accordance to strike from the bow
we need everything in life, so keep an eye on grass and the cow

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Why do we crave so many things
though they leave us unsatisfied
and send us out again for ephemeral
seconds of vanishing gratification?

Is it an absence of essential qualities
that makes us feel unfinished?
Do we indeed believe that more is better,
restlessly chasing for the shiniest of all?

We seem to be obsessed with filling
all the empty spaces in our house of life
with things
barely a place left for ourselves
to comfortably lounge and contemplate
and
    maybe
find the missing elements
waiting
    to be found
    within
and not without

despair  and hope
both seeded within us
each and everyone
as is love and hate
anger too

they are there...
we would be incomplete
without them

so it becomes
a matter of  choice

which seeds
do we nuture
which saplings
do we prune

what do we
allow to flower
and fruit

you are the gardener
you get to choose...

but as you are learning
every choice has consequence
both for you and others...

Should tomorrow cease to rise
The whole of a life, looking back,
Through mind's eye and memory
The whole of your life a soundtrack

Each hour most loudly heard
The saddest times weigh heavy
But all the songs of your black bird
Should feel light and ready

Never linger down too long
And listen to each your living song
The whole of your life infallible
Here where our souls are malleable

Never linger down too long
Here where every song become
One : Listen with all your being
Two :Awe and look deep with feeling...

Here where Love is malleable.
We hearts of clay still beating.

Found out recently
that I'm no longer afraid
of dying; I fear
most mere survival until
I've used up all of my days.

I'm scared of the tears

that I don't cry

The days like this

that I don't die

I'm scared of the pain

that slips my mind

It comes back harder

than what I left behind

©

I think therefore I know I am.
Without a doubt.

much time under the bridges
many waters flow

daily we go to bathe
and watch the years go.