anil gupta's blog

conundrum is not what it seems

the mist only evaporates when light sparkles

but then urge to explore wanes

so, better we pursue long term goals

not knowing what is better, reaching some where or just trying to

kyun har saans ka hisab rakhtey ho bhai,

kitna hisab dena padega,

jara socho to sahi,

har pal khush raho

yahi to dua kee thi, phir kyun Kaali naraz ho gayi

kya udaasi ke mausam mein

mayusi ki chadar udhana jaruri hota hai

nahin mein to muskano ke pardey mein se tumko dehunga

tum agar mayus bhi ho to, koi baat nahin,

hans jao

jindahi ke saarey gam  pi jao

ummeedo par hi to saara aasman kayam hai

tum chand nahin to koi tara ban jao

smile o little  drop of dew

after all you have succeeded today

in making her  eyes wet without making her cry

she may not realize

what it takes to be happy

but you have moistened her lips

so that she could avoid he cracks

that will leave a bad taste in mouth

and then she would forget all the good things of life

bless her, she is like a breeze

which does not just shake the curtains

but also opens the windows

so that one can see through the rays

which you, o drops of dew reflect

every time some one loses hopes

shine shine, o drop of dew

nothing can stop, nothing actually ever stops

kya Kaali tum thak gayi ho

phir kyun tumney itna anand diya

kyun baaaarish mein bhigo diya

saarey baalon ko

jinko sukhaney ke lieye mujhey alwa ab jalana hoga

lekin google ki gond ( dhoop)  bhi to jalaani hogi

kahin khushboo kam ho gayi

aur tum phir se rooth gayi

to kya hoga

moist breeze has manured all the pains 

but i have decided that  

i will not let them take over

 all the terrain  

that i had extracted from the jaws of

time

that you and i shared all the while

clouds gathered their share of drops

from all around

i will smile, laugh and try

that you let me steer the boat

when waves protest and you are unsure

but only then i feel

will manure of unsaid meanings

mature

when you shared your dreams of last night

i was taken a back,

not because you saw dreams

but because these defined new intimacies

new ways to climb the mountain

which you find difficult to negotiate otherwise

i am now dispossessed of all strains

how could i stretch my pains when

you have surrendered your boundaries to

those rays far, feeble but still glowing

when it rains

all the grass which you had left to dry

under your steps

starts  getting renewed again

now, new pathways have to emerge

 letting  the tender grass blades

some space to grow

and i have to show that

i can still have patience

to let new pathes to emerge in my eyes

first, only then they will emerge on the sides of grasslands

why do you not sing any more

asked a koel sitting on a branch

with several new leaves

taken a back by her comment, i wondered

may be i should sing,

songs of happiness and joy

but then  what will those clouds say

which carried my tears so high

why has this world become so sane?

why have those who loved us

become so generous

why they do not hurt us

is it that they dont want to stint

in giving pain

may be they  know that we come close

to ourselves

thus

we are all living in prisons of hope

some times we get parole

when we become cynical and lose hope

and argue that nothing is going to change ever

but then thankfully

sanity returns

like a good rule bound person

we return to this  open prison

which has so few inmates now days

why has this world become so sane?