Jasleen Kaur Gumber Quotes

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

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!

Each drop that fell,had a story to tell.each smile that curved,said a million words.(Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)

Failure should be archived in head, not heart!

There is now a distance,pressing quite persistent,May be only inches apart,but as if an artery is blocked.There now seem some secrets,a word which was earlier so needless.May be they now laugh so less,and even in summers,the air between them feels dense.Who connects? Who neglects?Barely matters when you are no more friends.

And what's beyond vastness? It shrinks...

I'll keep looking- till that watery reflection of mine in your eye, rolls down as a tear. I'll keep looking till we finally look away like our lives never met. Let's cheat destiny as if we never knew each other. Let's do this last thing together.

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

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

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 is that your trips to beach never end.

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

For once,engulf,not air,but hope.For once,breathe on,a firm belief!

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

It was in the horizon of existence, that the Big Bang must have created our souls, we loved each other like the plane of time doesn't hold a fleck of control over us.

Distrust won’t do good to you.But still if you ever do.Doubt you husband,Maybe doubt your wife.But never suspect,your kid’s father,or the mother of your child.

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

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

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

Sometimes, some of times in life are Lifetime!

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?

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

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.

Dear 2016,If I has any defeats in your term, I am glad they were on my terms!Best,The Defeated Winner