anil gupta's blog

I will reflect
On the things that I let pass by
And also on things
That trapped me
Like A tie
But knots will unravel
The twists of a stream
Saving all the pebbles
And of grief
All the gravel

I feel too much
She said
I asked
What is too much
The tea spilling over the brim
Or tears unable to respect
The edges of the lake
But will silt of stillness
Fertilisers the soil of sadness?
Sanctity of silence
Sprouted in your garden
Will sustain
When too much becomes
Just enough
May be

If you are a tailor
Of ties
That don’t end up
Into knots
You are wanted here

If you are a tailor
Who does
Not
Have a stitch
More
Or less
Than most necessary,
Then you are needed here

If you are a tailor
Who doesn’t complain
When stitches some
Time come out
Because my hand waivered,
Them you are needed here

If you are a tailor
And you are a perfectionist
But you Dont mind
My living with
A loose button
Or a stitch not in place
Then you are needed here

inspired by the film a stitch of life

Braces of the bridge
Are a bit weak now
New bridge is far away
River is in spate
I don’t know swimming
Let me try
No
Don’t cry

Don’t think too much
Let it just be
Said a bird
And flew away
Leaving the grass around
Let me weave the nest
It is likely to rain soon