What I am not

Painting Present

Begetting future

Unafraid of

Wanton winds

Charcoaling my name
on blues

I scrawl myself

Books and Bikes

Songs and snaps

Love to do’s

Aims and Ambitions

Beguiling goals

Undaunted; those ways

I walk myself

Not I would wait

A rescue-prince

Exit the entrapment

Instead

Shouldering his lows

Celebrating vows

I give myself

Penciling the risks

Erasing the qualms

Of prejudices

Shredding out

Jeopardizes of

What I am not

I sculpt myself

© Juhi Gupte

I write for HIM

Half awake

Slid the window

A fresh face

Sprayed by

Bracing breeze

Leaving on my cheeks

Sanguine Smile

Text popped up,

“This one is ‘Amazing’;

That one was awesome”

My phone laughed back

He didn’t get it

Ornamental and Obtuse

Angle of love

Must have scrolled

My poetic maze

Reading between

Abstruse adjectives

Searching me,

Finding himself

In my verses

Neither hours spent

On Facebook

Nor chased him

On Whats app radar
He is rather

always "last seen"

By my first nap

In scenery and stories

Oddly in objects

Repeated rhythm

Digit and a date

On my entire self

He is crafted

Permanently inked

May not deduce

My play of words

Similes or Metaphors

Muse of Mine

Knows the language

Of my soul and,

That I write for him

© Juhi Gupte

मनासारखं

एक विचारू तुला ?
कुठलं प्रश्न आधी सुटेल 
कधी पर्यंत तुला-मला 
हे सोसावं लागेल ?

हा विचारांचा गुंता सोडवीत 
माझी घुसमट होते 
निदान तू तरी घे समझून 
अशी अपेक्षा करते 

सारं आयुष्य पुढे 
तुला आठवुन जगायच?
मनाच काय सांगू आता? 
फक्त् एकदा बघायच!!

ठरवल्या प्रमाणे आपण 
पुन्हा नाही भेटायच
विसरण्यात एकमेकाला 

थोडं थोडं आठवायच!

तुला वेड्या सारखं 
कोणी इतकं प्रेम करेल? 
का कधीकाळी सगळं
आपल्या मनासारखं घडेल !

 

© Juhi Gupte

"Thoughtless"

Pupils oscillated

I scrolled my phone

Pseudo smiles

Decamping to escape

From the fears unknown

Check-listed In ‘Yes’

Dotted ‘to-do’

Some not- done’s

By ‘today’, that smudged

with my Kajal

Caravan of memoirs

Quilt noticed

Tossing and turning

Along with me

Mending Mind

Grasped the pillow

Onto my bosom

Clasped and Caressed

Thinking it’s you;

Molten mellow

Collage of clutters

I slid underneath; the

Synthetic demeanor

In barter of this

Negotiated night

Pages flipped

Once my favourite

Closed and sided

Frivolous Baggage for

'Thoughtless' sleep

© Juhi Gupte