anil gupta's blog

dont rain now,
let some stains stay
like the marks of meaningless meanderings
or meaningful encounters
of strong storms with the rocks
that are no more very strong
weathered over the years
are willing to fertilize the fields in the valley,
will you please let flowers grow amidst cacti
and hurt me, as and when they pelase,
let some blood ooze
let some pain engrave
its impressions
on my eyelids
may be i will not see again
the red rows of cherries
lest i squeeze them
or the time swallows the delta of a river

big eyes
like a wide open window
let lot of what they see, in
and then there i hear, deep sighs
big eyes

they see a lot
but observe nothing, she argues,
may be rightly, you see
but then i feel, will i let her just be
big eyes

one day when they close
you may still remember,
the bright twinkle in there
but by then, who knows, who will care,
big eyes

dont blame the stones
lying on your way
turned by the storm last night,
these might hurt your feet
but then pl remember,
they are still here
because they are
locking each others’
journey

when we come in each others; way
we may save ourselves
but then we dont move
choice is ours, whether we give way
or stay put
both destinies have love and limits
strange, can love have limits?
but then without boundaries
all the water in the lake
will evaporate quickly
decide, how long you want to be there

a cloud burst
when it could not contain all the moisture
evaporated from some eyes
having drained all the water
it has declared drought
no rain
no clouds
parched land
devoid of seeds
the deep gorge
where a river flew earlier
now is a ravine,
on hearing this
the godess of a gifted sky
said,
amen!

has it ever been easy
to forgive some one for
bring loved without any expectation
and vapors of guilt engulf the entire valley
of flowers
just when the flowers needed a fresh air
some sunlight
and not a whiff of despair

there was an old castle
situated far above the ground
near a cliff of a small but steep mountain
not too strong
but inhabited by an old monk
fragile with long beard
and hairs unkempt
but always full of life,
twinkle in his wrinkled eyes
and an angel came to see her oen day
asked him if he will come to heaven
and play with fairies
and have nothing to complain, nothing wanting at all
and the monk was lost
what, nothing wanting? he asked
angel said, no, nothing
then will not i lose the very purpose of my being
said monk and started walking away
leaving angel to wonder
what is this man seeking in life
insufficiency
inadequacy
famished breaths
deprived drops of dew
but why does he want to
roast in the stew
of some misplaced dreams

why do i feel lost
whenever i find a way
out of darkness into a world of
sunshine,
paths lined with flowers
air filled with aroma,
flowers overflowing
like a mother’s breasts
yearning to feed a new born,
Mother Kaali, you come in my life
in so many different ways
and test my devotion
why could i not win your trust
for so long
is that the reason who pave my way
with the sound of tingling bells
tied around around the sheep necks
in meadowsa round a meandering river

You have given every thing
Except the pain
And I have not given any thing
Except
My pain
And even that not fully,
I m stingy
You are generous
but still you wish to give more
Can I not implore
Can I not coerce you
Can I not assure
That every time
You give,
I will stint
And thus add to your pain
Pl don’t open your palms
Close them

Don’t come under the shadow
Of this canopy
Said a greyish tree
You may get wet
Branches don’t have enough leaves to
Protect you
Why don’t you look for a tree with
A dense foliage
But you will not understand
That new leaves are unlikely to come
It’s time for sunset
You must live in the sunrise
But belief in the contrary is unwise

stones rolled over
a slope
some became pebbles
some got stuck in the shrubs
i fell in a river
swept by careless waves on to an island
about to be marooned
that is the way
river loves the islands