Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Her brain was acutely damaged in the accident. When the doctor was coming out of the ICU, he feared.He made an evil prayer.__ am fine to live with her memories, I will settle myself with the verythought that she isn't anymore, happily and gently.But dear God, don__ make her lose her conscious,like a dead yet, living body. Coldness in the eyes,which I have seen filled with love and surprisewill kill me every day.I don__ want to die a new death every minute.Take her away,Or give her back in whole.

So it became,the law of universe,to have the,profoundest,of the words,cloaked in the,darkest of the masks.

The mirror it was and life it spelled,The road ahead, and the time past stepped,All gathered in one; one to all paired,My life is so different from all the world__ threads.My breaths are mine, my woes are too,If my life were put through you,You sure would unlikely pursue,It should be left for me to gather,I am its sculptor, mine would be the hammer.

First, the thoughts are chosen,then the prayers are spoken. The candles are lit,then the plea is submitted. But soon after you move away,there is wax;melting, adulterating and braiding-a new constellation up on your blanks.

_I wanted to remove,my diamond earrings,for I felt they were,weighing a little heavy.I wanted to remove my heels,for I felt they were,taking me a little,above the ground,than I needed to be.I wanted to,throw away my blazer,for it was too much,of a thick layer,to what I am deep inside._ (Poem- Unambitious, Book- Ginger and Honey)

I will be me,when world aberrantlywill feel, my gravity!I will turn into my,when their shrill crywill stop asking why!(Poem:Because you so wanna meet me, Book: Ginger and Honey)

How I look to you is the reflection of how you look at me.

The most sexy trait in a woman is- when she starts taking the world by a storm!

Failure should be archived in head, not heart!

I don__ have any fancy story,about the way we fell in love.It was that one awkward move,and the next I remember, I was looking at you.

And I sat there at the patio,while the whole of universe,was getting engulfed,in the whitest whiteness of snow.Down, near my rough paw,is soft snow,mannering a fidgeting embryo.I monitored the snow that plunged,on the soil of my backyard,and realized it melting fast.Was that the temperature or,my eyes on it overcast?While I think of this melted exalt,I am obliged to ask,What ought happens to the thoughts?Where do they get tossed?When they are forgot?Scorched?Scoffed?Deformed? Unadorned?

Something inside me stops the moment I see a mighty mountain.

He is deaf, and keen to accept,any economical operation,that will correct his situation.He visited the doctor best,and started talking on subject,like the after-effects, and if any threats.The doctor medically checked,and asked him what he expects?He expressed, he wants to be addressed-in words, and not in signs.And how keen he is, to have his ears listening.He wants to listen the echo of,sun-set over that crimson dawn.He is keen to know, the sound of,a blooming rose.He wants to know what it sounds like,when a seedling grows.But Doctor- if you say: You are incapable,then I better get away,for then there is- nothing worth to be heard,in your seemingly wordy world.

Not all doors open in the same direction and with the same effort!

There are only two most powerful situations- being so small that you have nothing to lose and being so big that you don't care what you lose!

There is a thin line of difference in being courageous and foolish!

Let there be a child, who should,not be taught. Let there be a child, who should,be refrained from books. Let him not hear, don__ preach him, dear. Don__ let him read the quotations,on internet and make them his passion. Don__ tell him stories of successful,and make them his anthem.Allow him to grow unto what,he is to know.

As the sun sets, something in me rises! Do you think it could be my soul? I feel it's a big probability!