anil gupta's blog

How will a new future
Be built
You can not light an
Incense stick
Of a vain anger
You can not
Offer even the ash
To a a wilting sapling of silence
You must get all the answers
Now and here
How does it matter
If some questions are best left
Unanswered
Only to remind us that
Answers don’t give peace
It is through pious pursuit
Of silence
That we find
A hope
A devoted way to cope

Desguised vanity
Unspoken words
Resilient recess
Wanted mesh
Why would one seek
Equivalence in sights
Across the glass wall
No matter, how tall,
Will you now just
Leave the shore untouched
May be the turtle
Has not yet nursed
Bruises it got
Fighting with the
Demons with in

sparkles in the eye
when there is nothing else to vie
you suggest, we breathe deep
lest palpitations creep
and the moments evaporate
into nothingness, or a sweet smile,
so desperate
to try,
may the patience prevail
may the hesitations die
may the sacrifice only stay
for thats what makes
the life worth living or even die

devotions in a sultry weather, go astray
the silence in a stormy wind
may be sapped
by the black-hole of expectations
only way
one keeps poise, lets the river flow and
be ready for a surprise
is to pray
may the cloudburst wash the stains
or the hot summer winds dry the roots
of the ‘weeds’
which grew in my garden
to argue, assimilate, and accommodate
if they wished,
the flowers i had grown,
medicinal plants i needed
to heal some one
the mushrooms to shelter
a few ants
wilting in a drought, else

on the threshold
i waited with berated breath
will the wave swallow the pride
of the sand
on the
shore
but then
it just collected a little bit of sand,
and went back in the arms of the sea
always in wait
always
in haste

whenever i try to escape
your grace
Maa Kali
you endow me with
even more trust and love

and then being dependent on them
i become helpless
unable to shrug the burden
of benign attention
hesitant journey becomes longer
steps falter
and the tears swallow the smiles
that i had brought to offer
at the steps of your temple

deafening sounds,
insistent breeze,
echo less mountains,
whither flow the tears

—–

drought of desires,
rain of reflections,
silent rocks,
and
reverberations of inaction

silence was deceptive,
roars of wounded tiger was all
i could hear,
no matter what i offered,
she remained unsettled,
now, may she devour me,
so that i could hear the sounds inside,

when i err
u forgive
when i stir a branch
you deliver all the ripened fruits
but withe them
some leaves too fall
and not knowing whether to take them away
or leave them to decompose
breeze remains unsettled
in a dilemma
and i start collecting them
to offer them at your altar

No matter by what name I call you
You still adore the steps I walk
Why do you forgive
The possessive devotees
Who will not let wayward
Opportunistic and sometimes indifferent
Devotees
To sweep those steps
May be that’s the way
You be what you are