anil gupta's blog

flow
flow as ferociously as you can
sweep the stars
denude the sky
break the banks
but dont mind
if some pebbles remain unpulverised
that is the way they are made
nothing will ever
break the spirit of those rocks, and pebbles
will you keep flowing
till you meet
the rocks you can pulverise, may be

what more could a brach without leaves do
except to offer itself as a fuel
to keep your house warm
by burning in the uncovered oven

or to be hacked into pieces
for being composted to let flowers
in your garden bloom

may the white ants ride on the waves
of smoke rising towards the sky
spare the beams of your citadel
lest it crumbles by its own weight

silence was expected
but there is a huge chaos
may be divine blessings will be
showered now
morning will promise
that dew sparkles
all the aspirations
of those who have been denied their due
for centuries
language
will not reveal
but sounds will codify
how the declaration of redemption takes place
forgive them,
for they are not
here to stay
they will turn the tide
for those who stand by the
fallen stars in the ocean of
vain pursuits

emptiness helped the fresh air to gush in
how else would have i realised
what was stifling the clouds to disperse
and let light fall on saplings planted recently
but now there is no anxiety
no chaos
no accountability to the
torn curtains
and moth eaten
frames with worn out photos
there is a renewed promise
to pursue
the path
which will not be deflected
any more
even if you pave it with smiles
all the way

Safar Kitna Bhi kyun mushkil na hua,
jindagi par yakeen agar bas badta Gaya,
Duayen keejiyen thodi to shayad toofan nibte,
waise naon ke mastool mein paiband Kya kam hain

no matter how difficult was the journey
my faith on life has been increasing nevertheless
pray a bit, may be it will help in settling the storm
though the mast of the boat has many holes already, though patched up

words
like envelops
clothe ideas
but do they mask the feelings
or uncover the healing
process
set in by storms
unabated

why do i see clear fractures
despite cloudy vision
today
why can not i have patience
why should molten lawa
be cast in the hopes of my dreams
now, here
why
cant it just flow and acquire its own shape
some how, some time,
let me let all loose
except reins on my
own dreams

dont squat in my way
said the pilgrim
but she did not listen
so he tried to pass her over
and then a dilemma arose
will his prayers be accepted in the temple
to where he was headed,
if he did not listen to every devotee on the way
but if he listens,
will he be able to walk,

so many remembrances of injustice,
so many homages
will one more prayer flag
please you
o Ma Kaali
i can install it here
just now
but i will not do
that will complete the ritual

and that is the problem
completed rituals are forgotten
till its anniversary
i want you to remember it
and suffer every day
will you?

broken glass
of a window
through which a shared vision
no more stands united
fragments have been scattered
by your insistence on
having them obey
your command
of falling all on my side
now that when i walk on them
and my feet bleed
dont offer solace
punishment is due
and will be undergone,
depressive melodies
silent sparkles
few words unconnected
to meanings
that lie wrapped
in the blood
that has oozed from the soles of my feet
dont trace these steps
the way may beguile you
into believing that this journey
has an end in sight
but it has not
and you are not responsible
no body is