anil gupta's blog

with in the corridors of creative pursuits
i had failed to locate the sediments of silliness
now that i have betrayed my friend
the one who told me never to cry
when the stillness of the moment
squeezes the clouds of all the moisture,
leaving the vapors like dried tears,
i may dissolve all the expectations
and just lie down at the feet
of Ma kaali
hoping not to be forgiven

i dug deep to find the pearls
which of course, i would not store
but the heart of a rock
could not be stirred so easily
and then it gave way, let the river flow
may be it will need no dams,
it will flow to new shores
in the twilight zone of tropics and the temperate
may be that is what means the turning of tide,
dont ask, why smile scan not hide
all the pain
all the tensions
that help in converting
all the fallen leaves into manure
so that you can be sure
you can be sure

when the vessel gets empty
it loses its weight
floating on the surface,
it doesnot miss any shore
or the memories of the yore,
like a rolling stone, it moves and stops and rolls again
why would you fill it
with nectar of your flowers
go, flourish in the gardens where spring is still alive,
soil is deep and lot of birds thrive
why try to fuill
an empty vessel
not sure, it will retain,
given all the cracks
waiting to widen their chasm

When the scattered
Clouds
And broken strings
Don’t resonate Any more
The cracked shells
Help in peeling the crest
Over the frozen lake
In whirlpool I lost all the smiles
But then a volcano promises
To unravel
The mysteries
Of an unknown path
Through woods of Woolley eyes
Moistened and heavy
With tears in memory
Of the days
That were good
But are no more
Why do I promise them a boat
In the turbulent sea
That will carry them through
All the storms
And the tsunami of trust
Thrusted on your way
Now you will walk quietly
And umbrella of white clouds
Will pave your sky
With dreams you we’re afraid to see
So long
But no more

A nearly lost soul
Found a hole
In the rainbow
Far in the sky
Made by an arrow
Shot from a bow
So unsure
Yet So pure
Will you take him in your arms
To let him cross
The sea so turbulent
Young that he is
Searching a path
Unknowingly harsh
Uncertain and thorny for sure
Hold his hand
Feeble as you are
Let us help him cross this river
He had not planned
To cross but has no choice
Let him make us way
Young that he is
Unsure of future
But wanting to grow
In this world
That I and you did not design
For lost souls
But we will let these kids
Paint the sky
In all the colours we can try
Snatch floor a rainbow in the sky
Rainbow in the sky

well is deep, water is drying,
fold your roots, they are crying
dont ask for more
time to drench the drying branches
who knows, what is going to go green
and what will just be vying
for your attention
and a moment
not worth ever a mention
dont use the calculus of concern
it better be dry
well is deep

when steps are tired
when stretched street can not expand further
the road has to diverge
cross roads cannot keep
track of all the vehicles passing by
not all the people have gone somewhere
many are circling the roundabout
in search of their own shadows

why dont we forget the wrinkles
in the drapes
made by the knots
tied for long,
very long time
lest the light does not feel
unwelcome
or obstructed
but then light hasnt waited for its passage to be cleared
it emanates from within, when there is darkness outside
is there a darkness outside

while stoking the fire
in the wintry night
why take out the unburnt coal pieces out
is it that they make generate a lot of of smoke
or you are saving these for another
lonely night
when snow would not make fire
too easy to burn
or is it that you dont feel cold any more