anil gupta's blog

Overflowing rivers
Shelter less families
I don’t know
If the rivers are hungry for their homes
Or sea needs the silt of their walls
I know a new island has emerged in
Bay of Bengal
Is it the Sedimented soil of washed away homes
But whose homes
Will you build on new island?
Do the southwester winds
Want their hunger to be addressed
By the huts on the islands
People dont mind
They still offer flowers to the river
Which swallows their homes
Do you bother

dont collect
all those postcards
with black borders
and admonishen just too many

pray and pray with open arms
hope that partings can be
blissful, a promising future
full of vast sky, blue

if flowers bloom, and fragrance spreads
The missions will be absorbed
in the lives of all those
who
may lead and design
futures full of hope

for the many struggling
souls
who have not the luxury
of reflected glory
and underwritten journey
into a morrow, uncertain passage
may our breaths
be the bridge
for them to cross
the river in spate
about to break the banks

beautiful morning breeze
and pensive dew
hesitant breeze
and curious birds, just a few

swim to the shore, crocodile
dont care, just ignore
the sun rays will indeed fall on you

go, go away the dark shadows
of multitudes of fragrance and hue
i remember all the goodness

hope can sprout in your garden
so what if some snakes spew
venom is the nectar
when the heart is pure

A parrot saw me on the way
Intrigued by my sadness
He asked me why?

When smiles cover your face always
How come feelings seem so wry?
How would I tell him
That I failed again
No way can clouds be persuaded
To cooperate with wind
They will rather be scattered
Then flow to the parched lands

A little fish and the question of a big fish

Swallow me
Said the little fish
Knowing there wasn’t much choice
She was willing to self sacrifice
But even in the deep ocean
Rays of justice do some times penetrate
The big fish wasn’t willing to swallow her
Surrendered prey didnot taste well, may be
The joy of vanquishing the creatures in front
Wasn’t going to be lost
Big fish asked the little one
Will you answer my question! If you do
You get swallowed
Else. You will stay as it is
Some other day
Some other fish will devour you

Little one was was curious.
Will the coral reefs make a better house under the sea
Or above it
The big fish knew
Lot of people living on the coast
Were collecting corals to make their houses

She had no trouble in answering the question
Of course under the sea
By that time
A poacher had set eyes
On her
He caught the little one
For keeping her in an aquarium
In his new house
Made by corals
The big fish smiled and swam away

The little one didnot know
Did she survive
To be trapped in a house
Of corals
What if she had answered otherwise
May be she would have been devoured by the big fish
That would been under the sea
Now she wasn’t sure

Big fish comes above the water some times
Hoping for a tsunami
So that the jar gets broken
And the little one can come back to
sea

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who is under delusion, difficult to say
but surely
a tree which can not respect the
creeper
for having sapped its juice
must be under delusion
or will the creeper be crazy
to have thought
it obliged the tree
for
having sapped it dry
but
why

strange that creeper is not satisfied
till the tree dries off
but the tree
is resilient and will survive
after all
its hosting the creeper
is not without purpose

peace
tranquility is with me
sad songs signify the essence of my life
i don’t need to whitewash it
i am sorry that i was carried away for a moment
let us be exact
just as a lake is never interested in spilling over
unless there is too much rain
then all stains are washed
we have not had enough rains so far
let it rain more
till then let us do our usual chore

cold breeze
or a pensive moment
nothing worked with her
volcano was consuming her
because i could not
swallow the molten lava
dont know
if lava should flow
or she should go

but then the answer is not
what one expects
actually one does not need an answer
it is in the
question
that the hope lies