Jasleen Kaur Gumber Quotes

Embrace your imperfections.
Fancy your flaws.
Flaunt your blemishes.
Adore your birthmarks.
Laugh off glitches.
Discuss your setbacks.

Don't call your mistakes 'Regrets'
Call them 'Lessons

Disturb my sleep but darling don't dare disturb my dreams!

I don't have any fancy story,
about the way we fell in love.
It was that one awkward move,
and the next I remember,
I was looking at you.

She is that maze,
the one you would love to chase.
She is the faith,
quite missing nowadays.
And her heart is a rave,
with hopeless barricades.
She is the one,
whose tears flow,
just as lavishly,
as her laughter roars!

Something inside me stops the moment I see a mighty mountain.

In the world we live, we don't create or destroy- we just convert entities from one form to another. Loss and Sorrow too. If these are growing in your life- remember you are feeding them.

I was overlooking the heights and I felt somewhere in between!

Their Love said, "Made for Each Other"
Our Love says, "Made from Each Other

Absence is more,
thorny on the soul,
than however dulcet,
presence can be.
Apparently,
I have missed you,
more than,
I have ever loved you.

There is a thin line of difference in being courageous and foolish!

Let certain things be uncertain.
Appreciate the puzzle that life is,
insofar as I know, after a scheme of steps,
all Crosswords have a solution,
and every Sudoku makes a lot of sense.

Love makes you do,
the best of things.
Love makes you do,
the worst of things,
It's a feeling extreme,
that doesn't exist in between.

One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure id that your trips to beach never end.

Best of stories are created at Airports, Dinner Tables and Showers!

Her question was clear-
"Father, where does the Loss reside?"
In the sighs?
Cheeks with tears wiped?
A lost appetite?
Owning a room confined?
Or in the smiles all falsified?

Thus, the Father decide,
It is no matter to hide, he replied-
"I think its deep inside,
Probably,
In the layers of your soul,
Where the body provides it,
Ample food to be-
Magnified, multiplied, intensified.
But once you clarify,
That its not to be occupied inside,
It starves of supplies,
And dies.

So child, when there is loss,
Make sure you refuse to invite it inward,
And absolutely never make it your lifelong parasite.

What are you staring at?"
"Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?

And I sat there at the patio,
while the whole of universe,
was getting engulfed,
in the whitest whiteness of snow.

Down, near my rough paw,
is soft snow,
mannering a fidgeting embryo.

I monitored the snow that plunged,
on the soil of my backyard,
and realized it melting fast.
Was that the temperature or,
my eyes on it overcast?

While I think of this melted exalt,
I am obliged to ask,
What ought happens to the thoughts?
Where do they get tossed?
When they are forgot?

Scorched?
Scoffed?
Deformed?
Unadorned?

I wanted to be that,
The one which was vast,
The one which laughed,
The one which surpassed,
Yes, which also collapsed.
True, it was abstract.
I wanted to be that.
I still, want to be that!

More often than not- Life moves really fast! It's only for you to pause and breathe! Sadly, none else can do that for you!

Dear 2016,

If I had any defeats in your team, I am glad they were on my terms.

Love,
Defeated Winner

Entrepreneurship is a scary city! NO water- dig wells, NO food- plant trees, NO family- build one, NO identity- prove yourself.

When I said yes,
it implies till death,
and forever thence.

When I said love,
it connotes trust,
allied in situations tough.

And today,
when I hold your hand,
I am prepared to stand,
any trouble,
any avalanche.

First, the thoughts are chosen,
then the prayers are spoken.
The candles are lit,
then the plea is submitted.
But soon after you move away,
there is wax;
melting, adulterating and braiding-
a new constellation up on your blanks.

And as you will,
slide through,
your cocoon,
from my womb,
you shall,
leave all your,
qualms back,
in that tiny room.

For my body,
is not only the
vehicle,
to evoke,
your life,
it is,
now your right.
My dear child,
my hands,
to hold your finger,
show you the right,
and never leave you astray.
My voice,
to whisper,
in your ears,
'I am there, always'
I would not,
be the best,
except my love,
would be,
the purest.
And as you,
slide through,
I promise,
that regardless
of life events,
I will shower you,
with spiritual strength,
with immaculate health,
with intellectual excel.
Because I confess,
I might not be the best,
except my love,
would be purest.

Follow the ideal doing,
grind the beans just before brewing.
Use spring water,
for softened water,
makes a horror.
A parley perfect,
between the coffee,
and the milk,
with some,
brown sugar thick."
(Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)

This world isn't a battlefield. Someday you will realise how your success depends on a bunch of other people and that day you will be wiser. You will know how connected we all are.
Either we all make it or none of us does.

Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.
For the Earth, without 'Art' is just 'Eh

Certain voices heard
are heard
not because
they
are phonetic...

But,
from one soul
they head,
to another,
in the form of magic.
(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)

She walks,
on the streets,
with a face that,
doesn't belong.
It smiles more than,
many put together,
whole day long.
Her heart misfit,
a little chipped.
And she likes to,
call it once broken,
but now stitched.

…I wanted to remove,
my diamond earrings,
for I felt they were,
weighing a little heavy.
I wanted to remove my heels,
for I felt they were,
taking me a little,
above the ground,
than I needed to be.
I wanted to,
throw away my blazer,
for it was too much,
of a thick layer,
to what I am deep inside."
(Poem- Unambitious, Book- Ginger and Honey)

The most sexy trait in a woman is- when she starts taking the world by a storm!

Failure should be archived in head, not heart!

How I look to you is the reflection of how you look at me.

Dear Waves,
You have been restless all your life? Or maybe uneasy? I don't know quite. Oscillating between faiths, swinging between shores!
Yet when we sit next to you on those sands, do you never feel like sharing what bothers you so much?

Clouds are on top for a reason. They float so high because they refuse to carry any burden!

She stampeed. "I am making him run late."
She gave a resolution of exact 60 seconds to herself to see if she can find her diamond necklace or else she would attend the party with out it.

She suddenly turned, as if her memory shouted out loud- Its on the chest right there!
To her bewilderment, he was standing just a few inches away holding a big mirror in hand.

That perplexed her. Not Adam. Not even the fact that her neck was already hosting the necklace.
But seeing herself that way, her very own self. As if, she was unapprehended she existed.

Adam was expecting a smile on her face, and that she would touch the necklace and say- "Oh my foolish self" but she touched her face and said- "Oh my self..."

That was foolish!

Forgotten Stars. Time in the Flame.
Missing Shard. The Only Rain.
Door of the Memory. Waves in the Silk.
Silent Birch. Thoughts of Lunatics.
Secret of the Flowers. Soaring of the Souls.
Heart in the Night. And a Kiss Unfolds.
Forgotten Voyager. Voyage in the Words.
Nothing of the World. Someone of the Hemisphere.
Trembling Stones. Sucking Tears.
The Next Gift. The World in the Kisses.
Missing Angels. The Woman of the Girl.
Guardian of the Rings. Thorn in the Pearl.
Whispering Sword. Touching exclaim.
Soul in the Truth. Heat in the Flame.
Thy name, my name, Thy name!
Came. Became. To Remain.

Her brain was acutely damaged in the accident.

When the doctor was coming out of the ICU, he feared.
He made an evil prayer.

"I am fine to live with her memories,
I will settle myself with the very
thought that she isn't anymore, happily and gently.

But dear God,
don't make her lose her conscious,
like a dead yet, living body.
Coldness in the eyes,
which I have seen filled with love and surprise
will kill me every day.

I don't want to die a new death every minute.
Take her away,
Or give her back in whole.

Let there be a child, who should,
not be taught.
Let there be a child, who should,
be refrained from books.
Let him not hear,
don't preach him, dear.
Don't let him read the quotations,
on internet and make them his passion.
Don't tell him stories of successful,
and make them his anthem.
Allow him to grow unto what,
he is to know.

That door had a lot to say, people entered and people left but never the same!

And sometimes when I tilt my head,
in that deep sleep, I realize I forgot to tell you
what happened at work, in the thick of,
all other rubbish daily stuff.
And then I hate to believe, it's more than
5 hours to hit the snooze, and now suddenly
the night seems longer- than any lazy afternoon.
I want to talk to you now, before I forget
How I have imagined you will react, word by word,
And act by act.
But I kind of manage dozing off in a few minutes,
And I clearly forget it morning,
This entire instance.

But tonight- when you are asleep, and I am
Wide awake like a snake, I don't say I forgot any
Buzz to discuss, but I have this insane gush
Of words of tell you I how much I have loved you through.
Precisely none of this should be forgotten,
So I decide to write this poem and tell you,
I am so much in my moment of truth.

She is the force, that you end up
reading about in thick novels. She is
the kind of woman, you adore,
for being so content with messy hair.
She is the kind, who would
decline whatever the mankind would exalt-
and redesign everything that is
inclined to remind her
of how strongly, the society wants her confined.
To this girl, on a romantic date,
he asked the question inaccurate-
"Honey, why do you always take the road
that is so untold, hard and loathed?"
She thought of giving him a second chance,
and resisting any anger-loaded advance,
She replied, "Why do you speculate,
that I choose my fate,
imagining there are two roads?

Dear 2016,

If I has any defeats in your term, I am glad they were on my terms!

Best,
The Defeated Winner

No one gets fridge magnets for the travel this summer,
because this season we have gone too far.
And for all the trips you make inwards,
there are no souvenirs and no postcards.

When God said 'Let there be light'.
May be he meant it Inside.

Just think about this: haven't we been going just to and fro? The whole world rather. Years back, it was good to take vitamin supplements and today they are considered hampering body's natural immune. Sometime back, people were desperate to land up in high paying jobs, today there is a big entrepreneurship fad. Back in years, it was a pride to be settled in the city, now people are giving up all responsibilities to settle at a peaceful country side.
What are we all really doing? We are moving from pillar to post, forward and backward on theories. We are all as confused as the next person. And unfortunately, we are all going to leave this world with barely being able to decipher much.

In a corner you condense yourself and cry- in the same corner you caress and kiss. Life is this, something different each time.

This life is quite a rave- few heartaches, some long waits, altering faiths & breaking cliches!

So it became,
the law of universe,
to have the,
profoundest,
of the words,
cloaked in the,
darkest of the masks.

Avoid selling to dumb customers, there aren't enough left!

I was moving around with my imperfect, broken pieces until you came across and stitched my flaws with your words.

The sand in the hour glass isn't meant to stick together. It will flow exactly same today, how it did ten years back. That's how much reliable that stuff is. The stuff that can be consistent.

I have attended weddings, with chipped nail paints.
I have worn same blue denim for days in a row.
I have not followed etiquette sometimes, I was too happy to bother.
I have picked up fights, ugly ones too.
I have been notorious because I stood up for myself.
I have flaws. I am flawed.
But I have come to realize,
It's okay to life a life others don't understand.
My life should be my LIBERATION,
Not anyone's REGULATION.

Not all doors open in the same direction and with the same effort!

Moon is a shining ball,
from the window on my wall.

Moon is blemish-laden,
from the terrace of my mansion.

Moon is a cold flame,
from the porthole of my airplane.

Yet I have heard,
Moon is muse to philosophy brothers,
Moon is nurse to romantic lovers.
How can it be so various?

Are we not the same?
Or did the Moon really change?

I have started looking into the mirror more often. I have pigmentation, a few blemishes. My body never looked like this, never felt like this- heavy, tired, exhausted, swollen, achy, weak. There are a million reasons to not like myself right now. But one reason that outgrows all these emotions- I am the first home to my baby. A woman can dislike her body, can she really dislike her baby's abode? Therefore, I love the way it's swelling- it gives my baby's tiny arms and legs more space. I love the way it's pigmenting, it gives my baby better protection from the sun. I love the way it's exhausted, it prioritises baby's nutritional requirements over mine. And I would love all the stretch marks in the end too. That's my baby's name plate at his first home.

In this,
journey,
of reaching,
to myself,
I have had,
many a,
thoroughfares,
goodbye affairs,
reality checks,
and,
lovely overwhelms.

Let nothing put me to unease,
nothing to deceive.
I have conceived,
I exist.

Because I am blessed,
To gather time,
in hearing,
my breath,
so tranquil.

To life,
I am, thankful.

As the sun sets, something in me rises! Do you think it could be my soul? I feel it's a big probability!

He is deaf, and keen to accept,
any economical operation,
that will correct his situation.
He visited the doctor best,
and started talking on subject,
like the after-effects, and if any threats.

The doctor medically checked,
and asked him what he expects?
He expressed, he wants to be addressed-
in words, and not in signs.
And how keen he is, to have his ears listening.

He wants to listen the echo of,
sun-set over that crimson dawn.

He is keen to know, the sound of,
a blooming rose.

He wants to know what it sounds like,
when a seedling grows.

But Doctor- if you say: You are incapable,
then I better get away,
for then there is- nothing worth to be heard,
in your seemingly wordy world.

Takes birth in me,
also, dies in debris.
I am a Potpourri.

A mix of dead petals,
effusing divine fragrance.
Walking on the journey,
of controversy.

I am a Potpourri.