anil gupta's blog

little blossoms on the way
do not ask
whether to stay awake
or sway
the moods of the bumble bee
who comes some times
and decides to remain away and free

sneha mila itna saara, phir kyun man mera thoda sa khali hai

kitney hridayon ki dhadkan mein, kampan yeh kaisa bhari hai

kyu hua aaj, kya bana kaj,

jo itni ummeedein ban badal chhayi hai

kahin koi poochhey panchi se,

kya khabar nagar se laayin hain

lagta hai, shodh hua kuchh aisa

antarman ko chhua kuchh aisa

jitni bhi shikan thi maathey par,

ban muskan wahi ab sabney payi hai

chalo karey kuchh nayi shuruat

miley phir se, aur karey kuchh baat

jeevan ki manjil abhi mili nahin

phir kyun sansein alsayin hai

chalo karao prayan, taano aisi taan

bhul sabhi dard puraney,

kirno ke taron se, ab tumney

chadar swapno ki bunwayi hai

walked for years
on the road,in the villages
and amidst mountains
looked at all the valleys and peaks
the wells which were deep
harvested smiles
harnessed piles
of laughter and cries,
now i am empty
waiting for the sun to rise
morning bird is already
chirping
announcing the clamour of some rays
to enter
my heart
from here, there and every where
why not the window locks be broken
why not the sails of the boat
be opened
let me be flown away
roved by the waves
some where
the hopes meet
the bigger sky
every day, every time and
without asking
why

when we blend with the spirit of the time and place

we liberate each other from

the bonds of accountability

just to ourselves

we expand the space

and fold the time

in wraps around the meanings sublime

i am roving in an oscillating boat of pain,

waves can lift me in their arms some times

whirlpool of deep sighs can pull me down

lest i get used to being at the top of the waves

far too much, far too long

how do i explain to you, my friend, why does it happen

do not ask me such questions,

i have taken a vow

and help me keep it

leaving your school bag on the way

you came with us

walking and asking questions

after questions

why do people call you crazy

why your every well intentioned action

invites a snide remark

why do not people understand your intentions

pure as they often are

we were worried about your bag

but you were not

your friends will take it away

but then you do not have enough friends

why do not good people have many friends

how will i answer that question,

so i kept quiet, you insisted

and then i said, may be because people like you

are seeing far into future,

friends can not keep pace with your dreams

you  talk things that appear hoax to them

they wil doubt you,

they will despise you

my dear Kaif,

it is your destiny

and i can not tell you any easy path ahead,

but i can assure you that thereare some

who understand your pain

do not ever give up

i can not design a new world

where young people with dreams will

craft new rules of relationships

where faith not doubt will pervade

where hope not despair determine

quoatas of mistakes granted to every inhabitant

be there, Kaif, be there

kindness can also kill

or at least wound

but those scars sustain

the seeds of reciprocity

you have asked me many times,

how do i belong to those who are unknown,

not knowable, and can not reciprocate,

the perfect strangers

and whenever i saw that question through

prism of kindness

i erred

i did not realize

what it meant to sink in the lake

of your kindness

without having to worry about reciprocity

but why should kindness always be reciprocated

so many people do not ever even think of it
and yet we pray for them

do not we

how else

we could maintain sanity

may be i have to meditate still

to figure out,

why do we seek friendship with perfect strangers

they reflect our anonymous future, is not it?

suraj wahi hai, bas tareekh hi badli hai

phir kyun itna kolahal

phir kyun itna utsav

kya tareekhon ke badlney se

arth badal jaatey hain

kya sandhrbo ke asthir honey se

spasht aks dhumil ho jaatey hain

where is the vessel

where is the drop

why is it empty

why is it cracked

what happned to all the smiles

you harvested from the faces of children

you met on the way

what happened to the designs you appreciated
on the cowdung cake  heaps

why are you so desolate

why,