Jasleen Kaur Gumber Quotes

…Get me a cappuccino,with toasties,flavored in Jalapeno.”“Anything special for the cappuccino?”He asked, the waiter chivalrous.“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,tbrown sugar thick.” (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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,tbrown sugar thick.” (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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?
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Entrepreneurship is a scary city! NO water- dig wells, NO food- plant trees, NO family- build one, NO identity- prove yourself.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Entrepreneurship is not a career choice, its a way of life!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
And sometimes when I tilt my head,in that deep sleep, I realize I forgot to tell youwhat happened at work, in the thick of,all other rubbish daily stuff.And then I hate to believe, it’s more than5 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 forgetHow 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 amWide awake like a snake, I don’t say I forgot anyBuzz to discuss, but I have this insane gushOf 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.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Their Love said, “Made for Each Other”Our Love says, “Made from Each Other
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Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without ‘Art’ is just ‘Eh
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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?
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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.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Identity is not the face,Identity is not the trait,Neither is it the success pace,Nor is it the personality grace.Let alone it being your cliché phrase,Or did you think,It’s some religious faith?My child, it’s alarming that it’s none,It’s even not tongue,Then how can it be, what problems you have overcomeAnd the person you have become!This confused the little girl,and she was amidst a complex whirl,of thoughts, ideas and questions….What is it then, Father?You have declined already,all that mattered.I can think no more,of what makes an individual’s identity?Help me through, Help me carefully.(Poem: Identity, Book: Ginger and Honey)
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
I love Pizza thicker, when the crust is thinner!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
How destiny plays games so thrilling,both stay in the same building.His books declared for the best seller of the year,and she lives in the apartment to his but upstairs.He is making fame, she has committed suicide severe.The same window of the tall building instigated,such varied colors.In the woman-frustration and fear.In the man- an inspiration so rare.They share the same height, same sight,of the same building.From which, one flew like kite and the other down right.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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
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Each drop that fell,had a story to tell.each smile that curved,said a million words.(Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)
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And what's beyond vastness? It shrinks...
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...I day dream.Therefore,I am the queen,of my thoughts.Though thirteen,I drift,between,one conception,to another.I create opinions,liberate dilemmas,assert convictions,deal paroxysm,create perfections.”I am neither,a thinker,nor a,perceiver,I am a Day Dreamer...
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Sometimes, some of times in life are Lifetime!
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We are all same, inside our homes!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
I was overlooking the heights and I felt somewhere in between!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
We all seek that somewhere to which we belong and that somewhere is surely not here!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But,from one soulthey head,to another,in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)
Jasleen Kaur Gumber