anil gupta's blog

collect all the shells
broken and fragmented
from my shore
may be they can decorate your door
or a sill
but wait till
i decide to close the window
and sleep quietly
may be i will not get up
for long
may be i will
who knows when dreams are auctioned
like never before

it is not easy
to sort out
the tangled web of wool
worn around your knitting needles
call them loops of love
dont be impatient
dont rush
lest these become knots
slowly untangle
slowly breathe
slowly
very slowly

side by side, lying
we saw that falling star
was there for a minute
and then was swallowed by
a black hole of hopes
dont despair
whatever goes away
comes back
may be the spouts of its dust
will blossom in million new stars
when your eyes glow
and are compelled to show
the bare truth, and only bare glow

let us humm
same turn that beguiled us
when we were tired after a long walk
meditation in an ashram
could cool the fire of grievance
complaints soared
but then eventually, nothing coudl stick on
to the surface of your shawl
you spread on a dusty ground to take rest under atre

let me not bother you
may be you need solitude and solace
both under a tree
in a moonlit night
so it be

we walked
so what if we had no answer
to the questions asked
by roots uprooted, lying forlorn
on the roadside
why did you not find a way
of going around us
is it so diffcult to find a curved path
should all lines in life be straight

do i expect too much
do i deny too little
why should a weave be so difficult
why should a design be so inaccessible

let us have a laugh
shared folly
dared molly
no that is not an answer
let us smile
reduce mutual expectations
and be around
for a while

patience is a bliss
too much, and inertia takes over
too little, causes rupture
practice makes it elastic
but is continuous adjustment not a key
to a destiny of an amoeba