Table

We're so easily replaceable,
faster than a cable,
things aren't stable,
when you're on the other side of the table.
~ Mansi Gupta

Apology.

A chair of your pride,
Cigars, scotch,
Football was on,
Your team won.

A jersey green,
Cheers on the scene,
A bucket of ice,
Fire flies.

I still remember my first drink,
I threw up in the sink,
You told me to be a man,
While I stared at the rotating fan.

You and I were never in sync,
Yet we were linked,
Treat him properly they said,
When my eyes start to turn red.

I was fond of nature,
I respected every creature ,
Red was my color,
I liked flowers.

I wasn't manly enough,
I didn't 'smoke-cough',
I liked to cook,
Oh, that look.

You took me to shoot,
I hurt my foot,
A chance to get closer ,
Was lost by your loser.

You hated my guts,
Boy, was I nuts,
I thought you would accept ,
Your child's so-called defect.

I did nothing wrong,
I wish mom was around,
She would help us,
This wasn't just.

Silent nights,
After our huge fight,
You told me to leave,
Due to your pet peeve.

I wrote a letter,
For the better,
I had found the one,
He was my knight and shinning sun.

You never wrote back.

Why did I expect,
I knew , I was your only regret,
I forgot about it,
That I was a misfit.

I received a call,
While I was at the mall,
My world shaken,
Something I loved was, taken.

Dressed in black,
Check,
A note in my pocket,
Mom's locket.

Stories by a few,
Mine was due,
I stood on the aisle,
I wasn't fine.

I burst into tears,
Was hugged by my dear,
My five year old held my hand,
I found a safe land.

I stepped forward,
Gazing crowd,
Waiting for me to speak,
Red cheeks.

'We had a special relation,
An unsolved equation,
We loved each other,
Do you see mother?
...
He taught me how to fight,
When things weren't right,
He taught me how to, be a man,
how to drink from a can,
...
I always did love..'

I left the stage.

All I ever wanted was a hug,
With those three words,
I guess it was too late,
Sighed fate.

A box of your favorite cassettes,
A letter mixed with those tapes,
Words for me,
My heart felt free.

An apology,
A complete eulogy.

~Mansi Gupta.

A mother's story.

With your first cry,
She always did try,
To bring a smile to your face,
Made sure darkness left no trace.

She heard you talk,
Watched your first walk,
She told everyone around,
As she always felt proud.

Your favorite food,
In your worst moods,
You fought being alone,
Yet she only made you feel like home.

A life saver,
When you were sulking in fever,
A hand on your head,
She didn't let you turn red.

She is always there,
She defines forever,
The one person who wants to see you grow,
Even after the tantrums you throw.

~Mansi Gupta.

It's the year 2060 and things have changed since then. Robots don't  have feelings they said..
They ruled us for decades, treated us like slaves, tortured our parts by electrifying us.
I am a 6 year  robot and they called me old, useless.  They threw me in the dumpster ,left me to burn in that hell hole. And there where hope was lost I found the tin box , something different. A story of steel and tin in the big bin.
I have never seen someone like her before, maybe through the rise of technology her existence became vague. But  no one could see her perfectly squared body.
A spark ran through my circuits. I moved towards her, and said "hey there."
she turned and said "Jell-O" ,I laughed as I always found this joke funny.
"What were you used for?" I asked.
"Oh, my use was over when I got old and covered with rust."
"But that rust makes my compiler skip a code." It was too late to take back that greasy line.
Her rust turned red. My core read well said.
A connection was formed, apart from those human norms.
~ Mansi Gupta. (Collaboration)

A letter to my ex.

Dear ex,

From my best friend to strangers,
That's how long it took for us to realize that some things don't last forever. We were ALMOST good enough. Almost.
You were not like the others, you did care for me. We were building seven wonders and were lost while making the sixth. A night in your apartment under the moonlight we got lost under that beautiful night. I still remember you picking up that call and leaving in a rush,
Funny, since then I never heard your hush.

~Mansi Gupta.

Free

We've gone through the darkest,
We've made the furthest,
Standing on different grounds,
Society calls us tabu,
Love has no name,
Living away from all the fame,
Where things can burn,
In the colors of green,
Where borders meet,
We lay under an endless sheet,
As we were born to be,
Free.

~Mansi Gupta

Another year

The clocks ticked,
Memories were clicked,
Love spread all over,
No one was sober,
Pages turned,
Lessons learned,
Another year,
To overcome your fears,
To fight those tears.
~Mansi Gupta