anil gupta's blog

if dots put apart make more sense
make the ground between them
green and healthy,
let us keep them apart

let us not let drops of water
resting on the surface of
a glass
having cold milk
merge into a stream
let them evaporate before they moisten
the eyelids

why would a moment stay put,
does it not know the limits
or it has decided to flow, like a whiff of fresh air
but then air may cary so many ashes of so many moments
dont ask breeze to pause
ash will settle down
in your graden,
fertilize the ground
and will let those flowers bloom
which you had uprooted
calling them weeds

WHY SHOULD NOT GOVERNMENT PROMISE: A) fast track inquiry against all MPs and MLAs against whom molestation or even worse charges exist, b) immediately take up a review of police reforms so that police can do what it is suppsoed to do, c) withdraw all unnecessary security from Ministers and others and report all cases to Parliament where politicians force police to free criminals after booking them for various offences including the ones against women, d) ensure that all cases of rape which have been pending for follow up are put on national register of crimes against women and their progress is reported to nation regularly, e) instead of pushing for death sentence for rapist, castration and life imprisonment might be much more deterrent, f) the cases closed due to political influence such as Ruchika’s case must be reopened and re-investigated, the cases in north -east or eastern india or elsewhere against dalit women must be pursued more vigorously and g) the current protests in delhi should be used to achieve an all party consensus in a special session of parliament on fast track police reform, re-orientation about female security, and mount a major offensive against eve-teasing and declare zero tolerance for crime against women.

resolved to damn the river
before it rains
glacier was still melting
slowly and slowly the water was leaking
from the punctured bottom of the lake

last night,
there was a volcanic shower of stars
fille dmy lake, otherwise dry
with fragments of broken and full stars
but then this year, there has not been rain

it is drought of desires
flood of sighs
and overflow of an anger,
of wilted tributaries
of leaking channels
and weeping willows

why would grass
feel pressed with dew drops
why would a spider
weave a net among thorny branches
of a cactus

blooming in the autumn
may be your resolve to survive
what would u know
about the stressed roots
devoid of water
unwilling to wilt
yet unable to run after
lost mornings and dried days
sleepy eyes
and the determined mind

wait, and see
if the door bell evokes some response
else knock again
and again
but not too long
if the princess sleeping inside gets woken up
never to sleep again
let her sleep
even if i return from the door empty handed

partaking a little sip
from the lake of gratitude
i was not sure
if i should ask for more
or
stay still
avoid inhaling the aroma of wild flowers
growing all around
and plant seeds of sanity
in my garden
unfenced
untamed

my accountability is to you and you alone
when we walked in the rose garden
amidst high hills and cloudy sky
you never asked even once, why
i was lost or unable to see
what colour you wore
and where did the rays reflected from
diamonds in your earrings
go
but today, i remember all those missed moments
and will try to fill your lap
with a few flowers
i have plucked
from then garden
before they fall on the ground, half closed,
but also half open
but past their full bloom
like we are, are we