anil gupta's blog

by saying that
one starts walking on  an endless trail
do not ask me to give up
will i remain myself?
i am determined to
search the scent that
had beguiled me
when i was lying under a tree
unconscious
and the quiet touch had woken me up
did i remember the touch
or the scent of the breaths
does it matter
so long as i can get lost again
but that tree has been cut already

why should squirrel be blamed

for not nibling the bread i offeredf them today

it was dry

stale

and hard

and they have been fed soft peices for so long

do we not all get used to sweat talk

and then sudden rudensss shocks

us

does it?

when a coin was pressed under the wheels

of trains that passed by near my house

i used to keep those

distorted coins

so much pressure

shape reamined, a thin slice of time

got trapped in that moment

is my life like that pressed coin?

when the tired night felt like turning yet another leaf
but the lamp
did not want to go that far
darkness was quiet
the stars were laughing
and i did not want to give up
now, is this a reasonable wish?

when the journey is the purpose

you do not count the steps

you walk

and the path keeps getting built

why should i plant weeds in a garden of love

is it just to give it

an appearnce of  being unkept

or that i do not care for the flowers that grow

some how

inspite of all the indifference

nahin ab mera man badal gaya hai
mera dar ab bilkul ghul  gaya hai

koi poochh raha tha kal,
kyun ab darwaja nahin band kartey
mainey kaha, kyun
kisee azaad hawa ko yuhin roka nahin kartey
jab toot gayey ho saarey matkey
tab koi pyase kuan nahin khoda kartey
apney aansuon ko peekar
bheetar hi bheetar

muskura detey hai
sari chabion ke guchheon ko phenk gehrey samdudra mein
chalo ab kahin door chaltey hain

storms are silent tonight
clouds have wiped my forehead clean
of all wrinkles
smile
o friend
the dew on the grass
has filled  the
the cracks on your heals
let me hold your toes in my hand
and wipe them dry
before you get cold

kya udaas kavitayeyn wakai badsurat hoti hai,
kya khubsurti khilkhilaney ka naam hai
kya ham khubsurti har us pal mein nahin paa letey
jismey
thodi sacchai hoti hai
ya phir jindagi ka matalab hai
khyalon mein muskurana
jo na aayey najdik, usko galey se lagana
aur phir agar aankh khul jaayey
to thoda nam kauno se
aankhon ko
phir se band ho jaaney ke lieye samjhana?

—-
yeh to nashey ki goli ki mafik
nahin ho jayega
koi dil chup chaap royegea
aur koi sharad purnima par miley
kuchh kshano ke saannidhya mein
saari jindagi gujarney ki ummeed
par musukurahto ke beej boyege
chalo usee se dosti kareyn
aakhir
jinda rehney ka shauk to hai usey
tum to bina wajah
apney dardon ko ukartey ho
khud to gamgeen rehtey ho
meri aankhon par bhi badalon ka bhoja dalatey ho
mujhey kuchh kshana khula hi rehney do
bina kuchh kahey
is chandani ki
meethi meethi mahak
apney bheetar tak
jasb kar
thoda behney do

why do we always yearn for inaccessible

what lies along side, we do not care

searching for what was beyond,

did not even read the letters that arrived

some time ago

but waiting for the ones

which were never written

i kept on crying, meaninglessly may be

why should l i embrace all the

moments

that bother me

make me cry

why should i not fly

no matter if my wings are wounded

cut in small measure

may be when i reach a/the bright sun

i could melt and give way

—
jo paas tha, usko sambhala nahin
aur jo door tha, uski talash me lagi rahi
chithiya jo dar par aayi
wo rahi unpadhi
aur unlikhi chithiyon ke intzaar mein
aankhey bahut bahin
ab kyun parehsanion ko apna hamsafar banaun
kyun unko apney galey se lagaun
kyun na phir se
katey paron ke bawjud
neeley akash mein ud jaun
aur phir soorya ne najdik jaaney ke tadap mein
pighal
nibat paun