Poem

Finding a pearl in sea
Finding gold in a mine
Finding the greatest invention
To write about life is more difficult.
Life intrigues me so much
It confuses, it affirms me
It muses, it concerns me
At times it works, other it fails.


Like a toddler
I can go on and on
Singing about life
When the life has just begun.
I never thought I will write
And Speak my mind
Enjoy the thoughts
That had always bothered.
And make others nod
That they too had faced.
They never faced life,
Only searched through it
For treasures and wealth.


Like a river I flow
Through the plains and curves
For “that” reason in life
Unaware of Life is Flow
Unaware of Life in Flow.
When I meet the ocean
It strikes, oh! This was life.
But nonetheless, I pour
Rush into the sea
For I had realized, life is also to give.

© Sweta Gupta

The Dark Horse

This is my attempt at Flash Fiction. I had submitted this entry at Kala Ghoda Festival.
Theme: Black Horse

With fear and hope I walked into the grandstand. I glanced at the track and the past races flashed in front of my eyes. It had all started with having fun with friends by betting on horses. How I had followed tips and sheer luck had made be wealthy. How my confidence had increased race after race, and how I would boast of myself in friends. I had just started riding the horse of greed!

How fun became an obsession, I realized only the day before when I bet everything and lost all. And there I was; all gloomy at the Junior Champion Stakes that day!

The thin pocket pinched me!

I touched the only money left in my pocket - five hundred dollars. The thought of losing it made me feel sick. If only greed hadn’t gripped me at the highest the day before, I would have been beaming with winning attitude again.

With trembling hands I placed the bet at the course bookmaker window, “Win on Reaffirmed”.
There was something about Reaffirmed that I bet on him again inspite of his betrayal the day before. My heart was pumping hard. Once again my fate was in the hands of the same stallion.

The race started. First Samurai was leading and Reaffirmed was at five. It looked tough for Reaffirmed to win. Reaffirmed tried hard and managed at third position. In the last lap, it was unbelievable to see First Samurai and Reaffirmed neck-to-neck. Both crossed the finishing line together. Both thought, he won the race!
First Samurai was declared the winner by jury. Reaffirmed lost.
I was pondering, my heart asking me questions, “Was it a sheer luck? was it the fraction (100$ for every 2$) I bet for? Didn’t I choose the Wrong Horse?

© Sweta Gupta

Another poem...

One morning I find myself
In front of a vast ocean
Very calm and serene
Everywhere blue and green
The horizon far away
A very thin line separates the sky
So peaceful the sight
If I were to choose
I would choose this tranquility.

© Sweta Gupta

You see what you want to see…

It is not what the eyes see; it is what your mind speaks.
It is not what the way it is; it is what you want it to be.
It is not what is written; it is what somebody has seen.
It is not what you are doing, it is what you want to do.
There is nothing as circumstances. It is YOUR choice.

Your choice to accept the way it is.
Your choice to see what the mind speaks.
Your choice to read the written.
Your choice to make a choice.
There is nothing as circumstances. It is YOUR choice.

© Sweta Gupta