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I will be me, when world aberrantlywill feel, my gravity! I will turn into my, when their shrill crywill stop asking why! ( Poem: Because you so wanna meet me, Book: Ginger and Honey)Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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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
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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)Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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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 overcome And 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
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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)Jasleen Kaur Gumber
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…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, brown sugar thick.” (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey) .Jasleen Kaur Gumber