Everything so wasted.

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I feel so frustrated,

As if all my bones are rusted.

Good old days now seem to be dusted,

Too much in my luck maybe I trusted.

Some might say that it’s all overhyped,

But problems I wish could just be sublimed.

Hope someday I won’t feel so disgusted,

But time already seems too much wasted.

Her presence in my life seems perfectly time,

With her support I will now ladder of success climb.

-Shivesh Gupta

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Miss you so bad.

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I might not get to see you this year,

That’s the only thing I fear.

I miss you so badly my dear,

I always pray for you to be near.

There’s just one hurdle that has to be clear,

Then life will be smooth chilled beer.

But till then this pain we have to bear,

Thinking of all the good times to keep the heart full of cheer.

– Shivesh Gupta

Pseudo freedom.

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Warriors whose weapons are keyboards,

Do you realise that nation is being gored?

You justify stones being pelt,

Use of logic seems you never felt.

Some say army is causing all the trouble,

And without them troubles will disappear like bubbles. 

But when trouble knocks you call them for help, 

I wonder why is it then you yelp? 

Being misguided are these innocent youths,

Forced to behave in a manner uncouth.

A lot of responsibility comes with freedom,

It is useless without being backed by wisdom.

So shun these useless and needless demands,

The desire to take control and make command.

Instead now let’s take a stand,

To make it once again that beautiful land.

-Shivesh Gupta

 

Your hand to hold.

My love for you will increase fourfold,

The day I get to see you in white and gold.

Soon every day your hand I will get to hold,

Will hold it tight like ice cubes in a mould.

Distance makes the heart go cold,

Or so I have been told.

But this heart is made of gold,

And to you now it is sold.

-Shivesh Gupta

p.s- White and gold being traditional bridal wear in my country.

Doubt!

Doubt you on my ability to write more,

DO you think this for me is a daily chore?

These poems won’t stop till you show me the door,

So understand this is not about keeping score.

I know this might sound like a metaphor,

But for you I can write till it will fill all the bookstore.

I love you from my heart’s deepest core,

It is from there that these words for poems pour.

– Shivesh Gupta

Life?

20170421_234734What exactly is the purpose of life?

Is it perfection for what we should strive.

Participated in the never ending struggle and constant drive,

The meaning of life I still can’t derive.

Maybe we all need to just constantly survive,

Or just protect our soul so it could then thrive. 

Responsibilities are everywhere and one has to take in a dive,

I like to believe this is the only way to feel alive.  

-Shivesh Gupta