anil gupta's blog

scaffolding of weak creepers
strong trunks
flowing river
eroded banks
when will u ask and say
what resonates in your corridor
of conscience

may be you have heard it, is that why you are silent

does flood serve no purpose?
should a river always flow with in the confines of banks,
every river, all banks?

what if we transcend some edges, some times
are we disenfranchised from the
poll of purity
in our thoughts and action
will those far off fields which get water
only because river is in flood,
will not complain
who will lift water to those shores
tell me , who will irrigate those dry, famished corners of my heart,
your heart,
this world?

why did you abandon all the constraints
living in the moment
you thought you got a reprieve
but it was ashort term jail,
just that it was beautifully adorned with
music you liked
sights from the window which mesmerised you
some how you did not understand, i still crave for those
silent moments near a grave yard
where all that mind woudl allow
to creep inside
was the wish,
a prayer
a wish
to be
and see no more
any thing which can constrain
and yet why did i, you and we abandon constraints,
why did we not let the moment remain incomplete
His wishes are seeded in those incomplete moments,
and yet we seek to complete every yearning,

tum ho aabhar, tum ho saakar,
par kya ho tum bina bani ek deewar
kis tarah kahun
kis tarah sunun

kiski baat na main karun
kiski vedana bas yuhin sahun

bin bahey aanuson ki bhent dun
tumhey bina kuchh kahin jaaney dun
aur jab tum sweekar karo archana
to main bas chup chap rahu

have not yet scattered all the ashes
i collected from
funeral pyre of those moments
that we could not bury and thus
decided to burn

you may remember we had met in bastar, those wise tribals
who will not bury the sick dead people,
will burn them
how could one offer sick people to mother earth’s womb
sick memories also deserve to be buried
for ever
now,
here,

when a few smiles were not giving way,
i could not decide,
if it is because we have reduced our expectations
or is that mountains have had landslide,
some big stones fell
some small ones too
but now climbing has become more difficult
but i dont give up,
so have started repair of my temple,
will u light the lamp

will restore
all the lost colours
that got faded on my wall
will you brush these paintings again
will my walls be bright and fresh
will they be

playing with water
would not hurt us
but you got soaked a little more yesterday
the pearls in the drops were
shining in your eyes
i could not restrain
from collecting those reflections
but it hurt you
i hope you will gather the strength soon
to play again
splash the happiness around again
purity that runs in your veins
can heal any body of the pain and inadequacies

encountering young buds on the way
full of hope
faith and expectation
that it will rain
some assurances
some support
some tears to wet the ground
where there is a drought of sighs,
how do these buds keep sprouting