anil gupta's blog

Love me like you always did
Said a little mynah
Squirrel jumped to scare her
And smiles flowed
She Asked me to promise
Never to complain
Be optimistic
And accept the moment

roughness
help me stick the memories
like a post-it
on my board
whenever i need reminders
but whenever they fall down
because the glue has dried
or that memory
has refused to
be reincarnated
i wonder
why has surface
become so slippery

Why do I observe
Will it not suffice
If I stay still

let me quietly wish
the storm that you unleashed
on all those caught unaware
will be able to pray for your blessings
still
strange are your ways of reminding us the limits
bounded scope of aspirations
we need to grant ourselves
yet every time
we are out of step
the fury of nature tamed by you unravels
our boundless limits

dont look for marks
leftover
by the tight noose
that you tied
around the feet of
those who tries to liberate from your servitude
you can not forgive
nor forget
the
whiplashes of time

did you try to tear
the scarf
apart
which had adorned your
shelf for so long
hoping that prayers
of the givers
persuade you to be pensive
prescient of quietude

shadows of smiles
are not enough
it seems now
why will
it be, after all
the wrinkled sheets
covered grave
wind blows
stones press the
pieces of prayers
dont wait
move on,
withered wishes
are scattered in the garden
they will manure your hopes
and my blessings

stretching the rope
you wove with so much effort
to tie a moment
that was pure,
so what if a bit tense,
wasn’t worth, you assert

but it seems now
it wasnt wasted
it has precipitated a silver
crust of all the foam
churned
by my conscience
while stretching the rope
let me heave a sigh
of relief
i am liberated
from cycles
of reciprocity

Punctured sails
Slow wind
Boat is in disarray
Don’t worry
Pray

The sea was kind
But you threw away the oars
Jumped onto the ships
That seemed faster and gay
Now pray

May be the clouds have a conscience
They will reflect
On soaking all the tears
And yet raining the Storm
Hold on
Don’t feel shy
Pray

Clouded sky
O bird
Don’t cry
The nest you wove may
Not get soaked
The chicks will still fly
O bird
Don’t cry