Now between writings I create a space
so could read in ease and not in stress
to fill me with things I had less
not let my mind be drowned by pace.

Now between writings I create a space
it lessens the hurry kills the stress
helps to see ways find new address
discover light in untrod recess.

Now between writings I create a space
it shows me the order clears the mess
I think now more write down less
my soul is happy to be out of the race.

Now between writings I create a space
it reinvents ways kills the stress
lets me to places I didn't access
of unseen tears unread happiness.

out toward the west
last vestiges of day light
slowly reclined

daises of pretty pink
lined the garden's pathways
like festive ribbons

=================================
I kissed your ****** mouth
blood came through veins
as river meeting ocean
leaving behind delta in
memorial poetry that
clothed your body

penultimate breaths
touch golden rays of fire
burn words floating on lips
a voice whispers the last prayer
on the mortal barren existence
enveloping warm blood enters in an ear

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

A song of new lyrics, a cup of wine
Yesteryear's arbor, old season's weather
When will the sun once more shine?

In a dream dreary the flowers fall
In garden's depth and winding heap
Only the swallow's songs do I retrace
Alone on the fragrant path, I pace.