anil gupta's blog

15 sept 1

Moss grew along
The twisted banches in a moist valley
Diving deep in a lake of longing
I tried to scoop a few oysters
But the pearls couldn’t hold the heat
My palms were burned
In the fire of fury
That the lake emitted in the forest
Burning trees, crying birds
Red sky
Smoky breeze
All the rocks tried in vain
There wasn’t a single train
I could have boarded to go away
The rails are, like curved branches,
mangled in the volcanic eruption
Why did you
Expect, anything to survive
After the fire
The ire
Your mire
A desire
Burried in the grave
Of responsibilities towards the
Forest which is on fire
Just now

Sept 15 2
Deep embraces
Desire less braces
Holding the tender tethers together
Don’t walk with me
On this narrow path
Nothing to hold
Fragile rocks
Deep descent,
Can I hold
A falling star
From the milky way
In the dark blue sky
Why do you say, on the sly
The longing may betray
The bonds that a bridge craved for, a bit shy
Over a river
Amidst mountains high,
Do not ask,
Do not vie
With the creeper already
Growing on the soul tree of mine
I don’t know
If it keeps the tree growing
Or vice versa
But I can not promise
The space in this vast sky
For another milky way
Just be there
Without asking
Why

dont brush off fallen hairs from my shoulders
these are on their way
somewhere, where
what is and what ought to be doesn’t matter very much
let them be,
after all, like the dried leaves in autumn
will not they call on the port of their duty
let them,
dont stop them,dont keep these in your diary
who knows
they may germinate
and the trees may grow out of your window
into the open sky
the dried leaves will cover
your courtyard
let them
dont stop
let breeze settle all outstanding dues
will you

should i surrender my memory at your altar
when will i know
what did i lose
when you erased the part of what
we wrote with our fingers on a misty window pan
dont recall your shouts, nor your long silences
nor even the spoon in the cup of tea
and the strong aroma of the dish
you cooked for me
dont
just dont

The traces of tremors still reverberate
But the tectonic plates are not giving way
Not completely
Not enough
Treason of tremors
Has weakened the faith of feeble
Fumes emanating from
The burning fires
Inside your barn,
Will the drought this year
Force you to migrate,
To the not so green pastures
Or will you wait for
It to rain again?
At long last
Somehow
May be a drizzle!
Just to soak my soul
Encapsulated
In dried wishes
Of withered,
almost,
Dreams

Denial of dew drops
May justify the
Draining of the
Lake
Of lurking fears
May be some lotus
Flowers will bloom
Not needing
Permission any more
May be

May be the daffodils
On the Way
Will still cheer you up
And take away
All the strain
All the dilemma
Whether to partake the aroma

the late night vigil
is no more needed
i have begun to sleep
what if it is only
for a small spell
only way unwanted dreams
can be kept at bay
is by keeping vigil and not let
simmering of sighs sway
the thoughts, concerns and crippled
cries
of lone wolf in the jungle
decrying the waking up
of all the hares and squirrels

river has claimed
huge territories of melancholy
silently but assertively
it resists responsibility
yet craves for constraints
you now can decide
whether to abandon the boat
or let it swim through
with no license to provide
relief, from stresses of seasons
take leave from as many reasons
dont tie me with twine of expectations
i have abandoned, many islands
to seek freedom from reciprocities

when the detours of diehard river didn’t reconcile
The banks had to break the promise
Every time river violated their limits
They rebuilt themselves
River began to respect them
Banks became benign
Flow was smoother
But the pebbles still got ground
Will the silences still hound
Don’t be billigerant
Don’t wait
Don’t imprison the hopes
In the web of expectations
Moment at a time
Live
Beathe
Serve

when you did not deny
the stars fell from the sky
the artist could not contain
and the birds forgot to fly