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 May 2014 Jewal Myors
Kapil Dutta
...

The man I want to be, the one hiding behind the tree.
It's time to discover, is it the real or the art lover?

Miles away rings a familiar tune,
like the bottle filled with water from various spoons.

Do you envy or you pity?
Hope I sink in or am I guilty?

Knows the time and the trees,
am I real or the leaves.

Like the apple, I fall down.
Mean less, yet I sing the song.

I see him for now, killing the bug somehow.

No hopes will die in vain, for he will be a blend.

The Man I Want To Be, No more hiding behind the tree.

...

- KD.
Meaning :

In this poem I am trying to figure out who I want to be in the future. The poem is pretty simple, But there are few terms that translate to a peace of my life.  Here are few of them :

The line, "It's time to discover, Is it the real or the art lover" translates to - It's time for me to find out if I want to do something relating science or art.

Then the line "Miles away rings a familiar tune, Like the bottle filled with water from various spoons " translates to - the distant future holds a story that is comforting, a story about a person I have always thought to become. This person is a polymath, Someone who is into more than one fields, For example - Leonardo Da Vinci.

Then the line, "Do you envy or you pity"  is a direct question to my future self. I am asking him if he envies the present me or if he is disappointed with what I am right now.  
  
In the line,"Hope I sink in or am I guilty" I am hoping that I will be what I want to be but what if I commit the crime of failing to become what I want to become.

Then in the line,"Knows the time and the trees" I am literally imagining myself walking done the lonely path  in a forest, like in the picture above. The entire path being my life, and what I will be in the future is known only by the future time and the trees that will surround me at that point of time in the future.

Then,"Am I real or the leaves" simply means, Am I going to be a science guy or a creative art guy.

In the line,"Like the Apple, I fall down" the Apple here relates to the apple that fell on Newton's head which eventually made him discover gravity. The apple served as the source of a great revolution or change in science, and just like that apple I am hoping  to serve as the source of a great revolution for the humanity in the future.

Then in the end the line, "No hopes will die in vain, for he will be a blend. The man I want to be, No more hiding behind the tree" shows that I am confident that my hopes are not going to die and that I will become what I want to become, that is a blend of everything, science and art together. A polymath.

Thank you for reading.
KD.
 May 2014 Jewal Myors
Kapil Dutta
...

What is life and what is Death?
Two bits of the letter set.

For the paper, just a word.
But in you another world.

Yes, that is true, for everything lies within you.
None the less they make a huge mess.

Like a painting on a canvas, Drawn by an artist from the ashes.

The sins are thy flaw, with out death life is raw.

You can not picture the taste with out the thirst.

To know death, You need to walk through it first.

...

-KD
just like some of you,
I was born insecure.
Born flawed.
Born covered of unaccepted imperfections.
but hey,
there’s a good news
I was born where life is a series of choices
and i’ve given a choice
to love my own skin, my own self.
I have a choice to accept what i am
and be not like someone else.

*- j.a.g
love yourself. :)
You should go and leave,
when his words started
to leave you wounds
instead of butterflies.
When his hands started
to show violence and
leave you bruises
instead of comfort and care
When your ears started
to hear lies instead of truth.
When the tears in your eyes
are products of the pain you feel
instead of laughter and joy.
When your mind started
to ruin by doubts and worries
instead of sweet thoughts
when it’s already filled with
bad and painful memories
instead of happy and memorable ones
When your heart started
to be replete with anger and pain,
instead of happiness and love.
j.g
 May 2014 Jewal Myors
Wanderer
Luscious swirl colors
Sunlight reflecting off of
Rainbow jeweled depths
White cotton absorbs the laughter
In banded, restricted patterns
Blue lazy afternoon
Pink sugar candy
Green that's not so easy
Indigo spot light shining
Mimosa bubbles fizz with comedic intent
Juicy honey bells spiking my taste buds
I soak you up, great God of life
In turn creating sacred geometric love
On simple fibers
*splash your soul in thousand foot puddles. Leave your laughter everywhere*
Why
His sweats a salty syrup
He muttered time is up
And crashed with a mighty splash!

For the fraction airborne
Did he once mourn
His life passing in a flash?
why end life without even making a beginning?
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