“Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without ‘Art’ is just ‘Eh”
“Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without ‘Art’ is just ‘Eh”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
“Entrepreneurship is a scary city! NO water- dig wells, NO food- plant trees, NO family- build one, NO identity- prove yourself.”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“Entrepreneurship is not a career choice, its a way of life!”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“And sometimes when I tilt my head,in that deep sleep, I realize I forgot to tell youwhat happened at work, in the thick of,all other rubbish daily stuff.And then I hate to believe, it’s more than5 hours to hit the snooze, and now suddenly the night seems longer- than any lazy afternoon.I want to talk to you now, before I forgetHow I have imagined you will react, word by word,And act by act. But I kind of manage dozing off in a few minutes,And I clearly forget it morning,This entire instance.But tonight- when you are asleep, and I amWide awake like a snake, I don’t say I forgot anyBuzz to discuss, but I have this insane gushOf words of tell you I how much I have loved you through.Precisely none of this should be forgotten,So I decide to write this poem and tell you,I am so much in my moment of truth.”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“Their Love said, “Made for Each Other”Our Love says, “Made from Each Other”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without ‘Art’ is just ‘Eh”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“Moon is a shining ball,from the window on my wall.Moon is blemish-laden,from the terrace of my mansion.Moon is a cold flame,from the porthole of my airplane.Yet I have heard,Moon is muse to philosophy brothers,Moon is nurse to romantic lovers.How can it be so various?Are we not the same?Or did the Moon really change?”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“Takes birth in me,also, dies in debris.I am a Potpourri.A mix of dead petals,effusing divine fragrance.Walking on the journey,of controversy.I am a Potpourri.”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“She stampeed. “I am making him run late.”She gave a resolution of exact 60 seconds to herself to see if she can find her diamond necklace or else she would attend the party with out it.She suddenly turned, as if her memory shouted out loud- Its on the chest right there!To her bewilderment, he was standing just a few inches away holding a big mirror in hand.That perplexed her. Not Adam. Not even the fact that her neck was already hosting the necklace.But seeing herself that way, her very own self. As if, she was unapprehended she existed.Adam was expecting a smile on her face, and that she would touch the necklace and say- “Oh my foolish self” but she touched her face and said- “Oh my self...”That was foolish!”
Jasleen Kaur Gumber“What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?”
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