anil gupta's blog

with water all around
drains are clogged
where would it go?
asked my nerves

excavator was blunt
it did not reach deep enough
where i could have located remnants
of incomplete conversations
charges which i did not reply to
may i sharpen it
by rubbing it with the sandstone of suffering??

Could you not pursue #shodhyatra this year? Asked she.
I said, “didnot u see me wandering in the forest of inner voids without a lamp of devotion- sadhana?”

memoryscapes, meandering and meaningful walk

 

should memories become milestones,

does empathy/samvedana require us to be vulnerable

only in moments of vulnerability

why do we get closer to us

curtains are off

masks are torn

and yet the pain is deep and enduring

we have to move on, there is  always a tomorrow

dont doubt the availability

of lotions, patches and vapours

of all the incense sticks

i burned at the altar

of those memories

long buried, but spouts on the milestones remind

with years gone by, we do rewind

and refresh the wounds,

to absorb

our

vulnerability

not in vain

When u are tired,
Air is moist
Surrender to the breeze
Let her flow
Let the eyes within glow
Quietly
Precisely
Court uncertainty, ambiguity
Let the ambidextrous mind wander
Let us oscillate in piety
Compassion & forgetfulness
#poetry

why do we keep remembering

the lost tides

that have dissipated on the shore,

left untidied

will the marks on sand 

ever stop the waves from erasing them?

just before the sun rose, all the dew had drained

from leaves that are scattered now

but i am not a harbinger of withered spring

your memories  will propel me to do

what i always persisted with

are you listening, S