anil gupta's blog

do i write poems for some one
do i write
poems
for
some
one
i write, this is sure
but then are these thoughts mine, are these triggered by a single experience, absence or presence
i do not know
the truth is
i write
poems
for some one
who is that,
do i know
does it matter

when u played with me a game

of running aimlessly in the garden

i did not know

who was chasing whom

you wanted to win every time

no matter where we were

rules were made and broen like a castle of sand

it di dnot matter

what then gave you joy

defating me

every time

time aND AGAIN

when the postcards were not sent

i wrote one every day

as if i had a lot to say

but then why would i say

what is so obvious and plain

the journeys are not made on ground

they are made in mind

why will then road blocks deter any one

why will we have frustration and anger so much

why not just wash oneself of all the strain

and embark again, again and again

the clouds do not always bring rain

yes, do not we like them, when sun is hot

door bell rings, and a letter that postman brought

undelievered,  because the address was wrong

when destinations change

when clouds do not rain

one should  move on, again, gain and again

misty morning, memories of drought, why has falcon been seen around

the empty road, the traffic has stopped, why has then red light been on

open windows, light is on, why have then  the birds been on ground

a train has reached its destination,  all have gone home, why is guard still around

is baarish mein hawa itni tej kyun hai

khidaki ka parda sthir nahin hai

roshni bahar ja rahi hai

koi rahi ruk na jayey

is liye diyey mein tel na dalo, uski lau ko bhujney do

ab hawaon se diyey ko bhujaney ka intzaar mat karo

andhera to tumhey kabhi bhi achha nahin lagta tha

phir diye se bair kyun

utho, khidki ko band kardo

roshni ko tej kar do

bijli ke chamakney se hui roshni mein khat mat padho

kya pata kaunsio baat padho aur kisko chhod do

is khat ko itminan se padhna

ab thoda hawaon ko jasb karo

shantti se

i had built a small house

just the other day after toil

and labour

he helped by lending some stones and she helped

by letting me use their stairs

the friend next door helped in plastering the wall

and even that lady, who fought with me often at water tap

sprinkled water on the newly built walls

ever and ever so often

every thing washed awy but not exactly

all these gestures are imprinted in my heart

ho will flood wsh these memories away

try, if you can, o river unabated.

i do not know
when was the last time
i sat down silently
without a thought in my mind
but then you were always there
so, thoughtlessness
was actually an invitation

and u did not ever need a second call

so, o Kaaali, fill my mind, being and thoughts
with a possibility
which is self destructive

after a bath in the midnight
i feel so light
you wonder why we run away from shadows
we know they can not fight
But that day, it was shadow in your eyes
which we fought about, not knowing who was right
you, who always doubted me,
made fun of my plight
and i like a fool, took fancy for the edges of your toes
as if these were the brims of a cup full of nectar, shining so bright
now you tell me that i mistook the spring for summer
and have missed many stars in your eyes, half asleep in the late night
let us raise toast to that shooting star
which announced the time of looking up,  in the sky lit with it slight
why feel sad, why wait for clouds to rain,
a few tears for the unspoken, unheard and untouched moments
will make you feel light

Kaali

when did you destroy demons last

have you started nurturing the devils

lest they pray and beocme your ardent devotees

adn then you can not but forgive them

when my joy becomes a source of your pain

i am deeply affected

whether one should harvest grass in alawn

only if some one cares for is

going to pass through there

i have often demanded consideration

knwoing that you suffer every time

forgive me this time

I will evolve my needs

and pray that i evaporate these

desires into devotion

let me sublimate these

urges so that thes ebeocme apivot

on which we balance our love and

devotion to

our young ones

and all those who admire our togetherness