Creative Guncha

Language Fun ! The love of the language Expressed in poetry to assuage A desire to create. Using words to gauge The depth in sentences. Finding meaning at every stage. The nouns in sentences, Meant to avoid pretences. Precisely refer To Mr. Brown, the House, the Jolly Town or simply the Clown ! Or an event if one prefers. Like the Ball at the Simpsons. Distinguishing Proper from Common. Naming a person in particular Or define a class all common. Countable to Uncountable. A noun singular ! Collective to Possessive. A pride of lions, Or a book that is mine A noun that brings a sense of belonging ! A verb comes handy To describe work dandy. Take action, depict an occurrence. Or suffix them forming gerunds. Playing with a gaggle of geese Or teasing a swarm of bees ! Marching like an Army of soldiers Or sailing with a crew of sailors ! Smelling a bouquet of flowers To watching a galaxy of stars ! And when one doesn’t like to name, Pronoun can with a

Imperfect Life The tides of time have always vouched, For perfections that are fairly couched. From edgy rocks that rivers trimmed and transformed, Into solid pebbles with curves smooth round. The pots without cracks, Lives rolling on perfect tracks. The sunrise, the sunset Like clockwork present, Not a day missed nor a night lost. The universe in perfect a sync, Celestial bodies on set orbits blink. But even on a perfect weather day Sky can turn blue or gray, The day from sad to gay, And universe shed asteroids away, Life may seem not as perfect say. The tides of time I feel have changed, And it is time to embrace The scarred, broken, blemished or bent With equal aplomb and grace. For times ahead herald a trace, Of uniqueness and of new ways ! The broken flute exclusively plays, A tune not heard in many ways. That cracked pot could be used, Hung up high to water like dew. The lush green colour of plants so real, But the leaves red or brown too look d

Desires Inexplicable, Innumerable, Certainly not innominate. Innocent, innoxious A few wayward desires. Some wishes, A few hopes Straight from the heart. Long woven, Still give me a start. Mostly selfish, The truth, O God ! But certainly not unacceptable Or impossible to provide for. Just a few gestures, A few words that acknowledge my presence. Simple, Yet make me delirious. A few moments Fun-filled, exhilarating Not to be asked for ? Dr. Guncha Gupta 3/6/19

A Fuzzy Cool Guest As I lay resting on my bed in the dorm, The soft sun rays slanting, fell on my face, keeping me warm. Through the window above my head, Eyes closed as I played sleeping or dead ! A velvet duvet circled my legs, An attempt to keep the cold out that stole suddenly as the weather transformed. Typical of that piece of land. Unaware I lay As the door opened. Unaware of the soft, stealthy paws, Hopping playfully on the floor across my bed. Unaware of the cute mess created, The pages of a book flying across the room. Pens chewed upon. Sweater sprawled. A cozy made for ‘the guest’ ! And then, soft paws I felt along my legs, Through my duvet Moving upwards. Promising to spank me awake, Gave me a certain start. As I lay staring Into a pair of familiar watchful eyes. Of my uninvited, fuzzy, cool guest Staring keenly, Unrelenting, Teaching me reproachfully, The importance of time I wasted ! The agility of kittens and lethargy of humans !