anil gupta's blog

i know
you need bark of this tree
to paste on your old wounds
that pain during winter
but if you debark too hard
the tree may die
how ill you heal then in future
let it stay alive
at least
for now

i am hopeful
when two seasons meet tomorrow
you will surprise me
by cheerfully welcoming
senescence

leaves will fall
without making trees sad
but yhe kites will rise in the sky
and i will see colours coating clouds
which like dates unchanged
will remain there
will they?
a storm is ready to unleash

while walking through mountains
we put stones one over another
they say,
fragility of piled stones fulfills wishes
no matter how far fetched these may be
but i am afriad
if those wishes really come true
let sadness sustain
i am ready
stay on

i tried to plough slowly
but it wasnt easy
years of drought
had made the soil harder
what could i do
try harder
or wait for it to rain
soften the soil
but lightning struck last night
a storm is brewing
i dont know if the sprouts of seeds sown this year
will grow well,
but what is the choice
new day
dont say
what you may

a boat
lost in the deep sea
was discovered by you
o wanderer in the jungle of waves
nonchalant
but sure
that its destination will find it somehow

blank spaces are meant to expand
lest we squeeze
all the juice of a
patient cloud
and nothing remains to rain

Look around,
so many trees bending to touch us,
embrace us,
why are we in rush then,
for what?
Is that a cry
In wilderness
Or we have forgotten
To just
Laugh

Rake the grains slowly
Sun is about to set
It may rain
There is forecast of a storm
Will you still defy
Don’t
Accept what clouds tell
Lest you wander in the sky
Like a lone meteorite
About to fall
Anytime to fall

Don’t let me close my eyes
O queen of fairy land
You may get imprisoned
And I may become free