anil gupta's blog

I see in your eyes
Hunger for a revolution
But why are you waiting
For a spark to be ignited
By me
I can be within you
If you let me
But don’t let me in
It might become
Very difficult for you
Then not to explode

why do we make such resolutions
when too far seems too close
but then we tie ourselves in the knots
brown
pink
red
deep down
caves of craving
slimy mold
tiny tenuous link
to hold
a fragile promise
willing to break
will we

will you care
really,
but does it matter
now that we have gone our own ways
true, it was a game for you
but then in the auction of all the
fishing rods
for catching fish in deep water, still
sullen
silently
sparkling