Gauri Gupta

Pages crumpled and torn
Poems half-written
A jumble of thoughts and ideas
And a worn out pencil
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What makes a Man
Pride, ego or conceit
Or is it just another attempt
At compromise and self defeat
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Memories flash, before my eye
As I look back, at times gone by
The trees once green, now stand charred
The paths worn down, remain untread
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I stand atop the bridge
With the lights of the city shimmering
The snow falls
And engulfs the city in its purity
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Innocence in his eyes
A prayer at his lips
With so many questions unanswered
With so many things unknown
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Sleep my child,
Cry no more
For the tears are in vain
And so are the silent screams
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An empty wall, bare and cold
With stains of blood, it was adorned
Faces appear, innocent and wrinkled
And all of them, line up in a row
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She ran into the night
In search of an answer
She knew she must find
She ran into the woods
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I lay back and close my eyes
As memories of laughter
And countless conversations, fill my head
I hear the wind moving
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I know you heard stories
Of truth, valor and glory
Of undying love, eternal and pure
Of joy, happiness and so much more
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Innocent and naive
She had hope, and faith
In goodness of men
In goodness of their hearts
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I wake up early, to count one day less
Yet 27 days seem so far away
I try to will time to go by faster
Yet 27 days don’t seem to change
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I sometimes wonder
What life would be like
Without your presence…
Would I be happy
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I open my eyes,
And find myself cradled
In the arms of emptiness
Engulfed in a lifeless void
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Why wait to live
A life so precious
Why wait forever
To unlock the treasure
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I stand naked, untouched
Alone, unafraid and still
The sun shies away
And the wind brushes past me
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The wind blows in my face
I shiver, in the cold
I hear laughter in the distance
As people revel and play
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