anil gupta's blog

when a train passed by
the whiff of air
swept the hairs of a lady working
nearby collecting fallen coals
from the engine
her face got coloured while moving those hairs away
by hands black with soot
dont wipe such marks on my face too,
every time
i sweep
your hairs
i wonder
if i will leave some marks
behind

Dont fall
off the clifff
who knows
how many delicately balanced edges
of stones will fall with you
carrying the unblossomed dreams of the saplings on the way
and then tearing open
the sutures
by which you had sewn
the wombs of worried
mornings

when tears took
their toll
i could not restrain the glacier
from melting
now don’t ask me to freeze all the wind
which has come from a desert
dont ask me to repair all the cracks on the rocks
let erosion take place
let waves have their way
let me dissolve
let delta of desires be swamped by the storms
you are so fond of spawning

reminders have been set up
in my alarm
every time, i tend to forget
the clouds start raining
all the songs you sung sitting in the park
or waiting in front of the villa
but now, my poems have been denuded of all the
joyful meanings
why will you like to hear them

dont tease me, o time tested pungent thorn
just because you can prick
does not mean
you will puncture my balloon too
i am not going
to run away
but will you come along still

when the pebbles were washed away
on the shore,
waves had polished some of them
looking like pearls, a bird came
and picked up one of these
and kept it outside
on the sill above a curtain
a window
half opened
but a door closed

the time went by
i could not get you to move
fast enough in the lane
of too much traffic
and too little movement
now, take a break
rest your laurels
hang your hairs
be fresh
sleep well

did you ever see
the tears that i swallowed
without any reason
i let them dry
without leaving any marks
lest you try to sweep them clean
and dirty your hands
for the valley
is moist,
mountains are dry
path is broken
but flag of freedom
who will hoist

when was i last lost
in the fast lane of life
with
no argument
no strife
but only consolation
of having been right
but being right does not ensure
that one gets new rights
i am now drained of all
claims
all blames
pl forgive me O maa Kaali

without feet on ground, i tried to fly
and went too close to the sun
my wings melted away
but my desire to fly still remains