Black or white?

Zebra stripes, crossing lines, and inked pages

Dreams of subconscious minds, nights to days

Morals and sins, parting wrong from right

You hate, you love, you think and you do

Why everything appears black and white!

Look again! A drop of black emerging in white

Can you see the dance of light into the darks

On the horizon, no absolute truth or the perfect lie

People are not monochrome as they look

How can you tell life is black or white!

You insist to see everything in two shades

The dark colour for you maybe my white

Holes in the divider that you ignored

No complete black or spot-less white

Did I tell you? I‘m grey from the inside!

©Charu Gupta and Potpourri of Life

Timeline

The journey will conclude

And the travel will end

Standing at the last stop

I will surely look back

The trail I have travelled

Diversions I took, people I met

Some long halts, few rutted rides

Refreshing strolls, racing in time

All that I did, all that I said

Souvenirs I kept, gifts I parted

The last glance on the road

A smile will roll up

My eyes will sparkle

What a voyage it was!

Just to earn that moment                                                                            

I am investing in my timeline…

©Charu Gupta and potpourri of life.

My voice was mute

It felt all different, something has changed
The look of the world is not the same
Faces wrapped in masks, identity blurred
I opened my mouth to ask and I spoke
But no one heard me as my voice was mute
Sounds went silent, words were not talking
Have I gone deaf or the world is tongue- tied
Someone tapped on my shoulder and showed a sign
” Speak with your eyes”
I looked at the world again and clearly saw
It has changed, people are talking through eyes
Pretence and twisting of talks are forbid
You speak exactly the same ’cause eyes can’t lie
A beeping sound….oh can I hear again!
No, I have woken to the world of sounds…

© 2020 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

Don’t put candles on the cake

Hey! Don’t mess my cake with the candles

Oh, you want to hide your age!

No. I want to highlight the cake

By the way how old are you?

You mean to say how much I have lived?

Yeah…are you 43 or 44..

Nah…I am much older than this

Oh really! So what’s your real age?

I think I’m ten rainbows old

Maybe thousands of sunrises

Sunsets are much more

You can add five thousand rains

I’m sorry couldn’t count the stars

But moons would be ten times thousand

Oceans, river and mountains one full fist

Add seasons, festivals and the picnics

Don’t forget my friends and family

Uff! I can’t tell you my exact age

You know I am very poor with math

Let it be whatever you what to believe

Just don’t put candles on the cake

Life tastes good when you stop counting the age!

 

© 2020 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

My Teacher

Have you ever met such a ruthless teacher?

Who is stubborn, unceasing till you learn

No mercy or respite until your lesson is right

Time, place or age nothing bounds her

You like it or not; a tough coach she is

Kicks really hard; dare you refuse to learn

But she is not always harsh; soft at core  

Love, blessings and peace for the diligent

Who has nerve to pass the tests

And leap through the hurdles she lays

I salute to this greatest teacher

Who else but the life!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

 

And she left behind…

And she left behind the empty cupboard,

Her favourite cushion and overused dresses.

She took away all her shoes, combs and pins

Leaving back vacant drawers and clear shelves

With all the emptiness filled in her room;

I sit on her favored side of the bed

Starring at the pot she painted bright

Some quotes and notes pinned to the board

Not all she took; bits of memories are left behind

Oh! She forgot to pack her honors and awards

Maybe she knew she’ll earn many more to show.

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

 

Story that breathes

I opened my eyes to the world of stories

Each guise is a story that breathes

Living tales of hundreds and millions

I read a few and felt the same

Different characters, dresses and scenes

Inscribed in altered words but all synonyms

Shuffle the sequence; shake a bit

After some reads; you can guess the game

All leading to a predictable close!

What’s the fun without some sudden turn?

Don’t want my story to be familiar stuff

I bet, can’t predict the words as you read

Unpredictable tales are my favourite ones!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roads don’t move

Is this the time passing or I?

On the road of life, I stand to think

How far I travelled and long to go

Packs of days, piles of dates

Tick-tock nonstop moving years

Temper of the moment chooses my step

Drag as a snail when sorrow graves

Time stands still but beats race

Amble through the days; asking them to pass

And one fine day, they fly! I want to ease

I plead them to rest in all the bliss

But they are stubborn creatures with wings

How conveniently they change the pace

I keep on adjusting my clogs to chase  

A look on self, made me realize

Roads don’t move days are same

It’s me that is passing by!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

Show up your shine

 Calling going to take you into a new world

On a different hemisphere, oceans far

Amidst of changing – wind and terrain

Living in separate zones, date and time

Surrounded with alien faces and voices

Your heart will long for familiar airs

A piercing pain, bulge in throat; and then

Tears will roll down with no weir

Let your emotions, lump dilute; shout!

Cry your heart out as much you want

But, keep your vision strong, your dreams up

Nothing can halt your chase to triumph

Always remember; you are my girl

Let the tears runoff – ‘Who Cares!’

Wear your best strength and sparkling smile

Show up your shine!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

Love Affair

She was waiting endlessly without a blink

All covered with grey; remorse stuck on her face

Lifeless life, dusty eyes, blistering breath

Desiccated face; her beauty covered in gales

Longing for the pour to quench the clogging thirst

Ah! The sudden splatter on her scorching soul  

Oohing with a shiver; releasing a hazy huff

She can feel the sprinkle of love!

A drop of faith that he will never betray

How beautiful she looks under his adoration

Miles of separation and destined not to meet

But nothing can stop their love to reach

As she will always look up with all the trust

And his love will rain down to embrace her!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.