anil gupta's blog

a moist morning
seems as if
the sky
cried whole night
yesterday
but only hesitatingly,
sparingly
lest the reservoir of tears
empties
and drought occurs
now i know
the seeds of surprise
silent cries
will not be dormant too long
they will germinate
and bring, may be smiles
or just a realization
that clouds are unable to bear
the expectations, embedded in a wait

red sparks

will there be a fire now

i hope there is

let it burn
all the listless bits of stories that
i told
and also which i did not

silence

stillness
dont speak
just be there

sit down
you have been standing for long
now take rest
dont say a word
take responsibility
for the punctured tube

happiness
did not escape
my garden today
friends no more
was written on a board outside
and i got assured
that this is the door to happiness
outside the web of expectations
and reciprocal IOUs
unwittingly
i discovered the key
to this door last night
while searching for
your toe ring

standing on a precipice
i wondered if jumping into the valley of silence
will help
i chose to speak,
but did i have to
may be i had to just absorb all the upheavals
let all the culverts flow again
road is not well made
it is possible that the car turns over
but i will still have to resolve to keep my glasses in place

then there was a whirlpool
i was not sure
if i heard the voices in my head right
but there was a conversation
between wind and a kind seedling
both were willing to give way
to each other
and yet they were in the way
of time,
tides of sweet memories
now have germinated again
weed them
or feed them?

planted a few seedlings
after the flood had left the soil moist
but the mud was deep
and i could not extricate myself
from it
tried
several times
can i be a sprout here
in this marshy land?

Holding an umbrella
When I wanted it to rain
Wasn’t so strange
You must either let storms enter through
The broken windows
Or even a drop
Of dew
Will be denied
The access
To your eyelids
That’s true
When rivers don’t know
How to cope with extremes
What else can they do