Jasleen Kaur Gumber

A flame that flickered,And a soul that whimpered,A candle that blazed,And a fragrance that raised._The flames were fed the same,But one remained diminished,While the other touched vintage!

Entrepreneur starts with an exaggeration, converts to a dream and then ends it with a vision!

I wanted to be that,The one which was vast,The one which laughed,The one which surpassed,Yes, which also collapsed.True, it was abstract.I wanted to be that.I still, want to be that!

Disturb my sleep but darling don't dare disturb my dreams!

That door had a lot to say, people entered and people left but never the same!

There is now a distance,pressing quite persistent,May be only inches apart,but as if an artery is blocked.There now seem some secrets,a word which was earlier so needless.May be they now laugh so less,and even in summers,the air between them feels dense.Who connects? Who neglects?Barely matters when you are no more friends.

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.I don__ have any fancy allegory,about how we decided to marry,It was over the deck of that cruise,that you made an awkward move,And the next I remember, I conceived in your eye,some purer truth,and I was looking at you.I don__ have any fancy history,about how I know you so deeply,It always was that one awkward move,which I have trusted to pursue.Who said lovers are complex?All you need is their,one awkward move.Their soul in an instant,is engulfed,In that one tick of drool.That__ all what love is,that one awkward move,which is only meant only for you.

He isn't the best, neither am I. But we are the best version of ourselves with each other. And that's pretty close to Perfection.

Dear 2016,If I has any defeats in your term, I am glad they were on my terms!Best,The Defeated Winner

In a corner you condense yourself and cry- in the same corner you caress and kiss. Life is this, something different each time.

She is that maze,the one you would love to chase.She is the faith,quite missing nowadays.And her heart is a rave,with hopeless barricades.She is the one,whose tears flow,just as lavishly,as her laughter roars!

She is the force, that you end upreading about in thick novels. She is the kind of woman, you adore,for being so content with messy hair.She is the kind, who woulddecline whatever the mankind would exalt-and redesign everything that isinclined to remind herof how strongly, the society wants her confined.To this girl, on a romantic date,he asked the question inaccurate-"Honey, why do you always take the roadthat is so untold, hard and loathed?"She thought of giving him a second chance,and resisting any anger-loaded advance,She replied, "Why do you speculate, that I choose my fate,imagining there are two roads?

In the world we live, we don__ create or destroy- we just convert entities from one form to another. Loss and Sorrow too. If these are growing in your life- remember you are feeding them.

One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure id that your trips to beach never end.

Hanging conversations,uncertain observations,incomplete imaginations.Unsent text messages,unreplied mails,undecided calls,unattended places.Unsettled pledges,distant searches.Some underutilized wages,some unseen dreams,sitting on dried leaves,believing the unbelieved_bidding adieu,to the accepted,how much she wanted todo,what was,detested!

One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure is that your trips to beach never end.

Dear 2016,If I had any defeats in your team, I am glad they were on my terms.Love, Defeated Winner

_Get me a cappuccino,with toasties,flavored in Jalapeno.___nything special for the cappuccino?__e asked, the waiter chivalrous.__ollow the ideal doing,grind the beans just before brewing.Use spring water,for softened water,makes a horror.A parley perfect,between the coffee,and the milk,with some, brown sugar thick._ (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)