Creative Guncha

A Painting A checkered window, Overlooking an old willow. In an ornate mansion, On a Rocky Mountain. With dull, unpolished, rough window pane And a well worn curtain, Tied aside with a strain, Fabric sheared from a dame’s train. Allowing an uninterrupted view, Of a cobbled passage with mildew, Growing on the flora old and new. Trees casting a shadow, Blades of grass swinging in dusky mellow, An owl hiding in the hollow, Of the old willow. An antique chair strategically kept, For anyone who cared to be swept Off and reflect In the imagery of the evening twilight A picture painted in black and white ! Dr. Guncha Gupta 29/3/19

Wandering Clouds Travelling together Across the dessert. Sun-tanned brown Like camels, sand drowned. Just a glimpse, A colourful tinge. Women in capuchin Princess in palanquin Jewels shining Beauty blinding Syce riding Wise men guiding. Drack dracone, Water with a caramel tone. Miles to cover Mirage hovering over Trinkets and bells, Music and miracles. Rare showers, Captive powers. Children dancing, Birds glancing, Rats hiding, Sun gliding Panoptic panoply A cloudy caravan across the sky ! Dr. Guncha Gupta 9 - 10 - 1999

Kinder Version - Igloo Round from the top Made of snow Sloping gently towards the polar brow A camp for nomadic eskimos A temporary house To tide over the chilling winter woes The dome built of layers of snow In the north arctic vast tundras without a glow The only heat abode From trapped body heat of Inuit eskimos Ever wondered why if the snow hut can reach a temperature of 50 degrees and provide heat to the eskimos - does the house not melt ? A marvel it is to study and wonder The mechanism that can prevent cold to enter ! Dr. Guncha Gupta 26/3/19

Umbrellas Domes of fabric Mounted on metal frames Curves that are fitted Both colourful and vivid Plain as well as printed With centres pitted To fix a cone on top, jutted The handles rigid A blast of myriad umbrellas! With perimeters spread To hide the head Provide some shade No sun rays to invade Rain water swayed Falling off in a cascade Heatstrokes and Sun - blockade Rain soaks allayed ! Groups hung to landscape Collection of beautiful Umbrellas! The damsels’ pride Fabrics dyed Jellyfish like A good place to hide To cover a bride With confidence glide And stay in style Fit for a queen to preside A tribe of colourful Umbrellas! Domes Of vanity As well as of utility What perfect ingenuity! A blast of wonderful Umbrellas ! Dr. Guncha Gupta 25-3-19

Nostalgia An old bungalow with an adjoining unconstructed land A place to grow the most healthy and grande Trees of guavas, papayas and mulberry panned The landscape of the place not so planned There were creepers, bushes and sand All reeked of a childhood well spanned.                               In the heart of my grandparents land ! I dream of the old house that stood At the edge of the marshy land Where the fireflies in the night danced A bright and lively dance Where I would try and catch As many on to my hand That I could latch! The house built without a constraint Not even a boundary to restrain Freedom was the only plan In that untamed borderland The house was warm The bushes were a charm Full of roses red A shed outside with a bed To doze off Or just to spend An afternoon as lazy or dead Cushion supporting your head Flies hovering above the bend In the roof top at the ...

A feathery reincarnation ! If I were to be reborn Dear Lord Make me a bird With wings so strong ! That I can fly Up up so high With freedom to defy Even the wind - aye ! Like a Phoenix burn down And from the ashes rise To a whole new life Exploring the skies Petite, weightless like a star in the night Seeds would be my preferred diet From tree to tree I would fly Fluttering and tasting the fruity fly ! With beak so strong I could pick up a worm Or knit a nest to keep me warm Collect some twigs from the neighbour’s barn I could line my nest with a woolly yarn Pluck some leaves from the tree so green Make me a shed to keep away the rain And when the sun would be up again I could hop and dance simple and plain. Make me a bird O dear Lord And see of Your own accord How of Your glory, I sing Rapturous, fascinating, wondrous things Make me a bird Dear Lord With feathers bright Songs sweet and wild With heart so light A child’s delight ! Make me a bird ...

Life ! Life is an adventure Not always easy or without fear The end, I believe is still fair. Life is a journey Full of blissful moments Not without trials and tribulations. Life is a lesson To be learnt the hard way Destiny is written well in advance they say. Life is a canvas Paint it your own way Make it as bright as you may The greys and blacks might still stay. Life is complex Not linear an equation There is however an answer to all questions. Life might not be a dream Thorns may accompany the blooms that gleam. Life has a purpose To find and change, Add a perspective Make some difference. Life is worthy Of all risks and afflictions Stay true to yourself In all situations. Life is a progress Not a constant, A wheel in motion God’s own beautiful creation. Give it your best Avoid stagnation For Life is an adventure Not always easy or without fear The end, I believe is still fair. Dr. Guncha Gupta 21/3/19