anil gupta's blog

who cares what the world says
when he is no more
if it is  right or wrong
no more to score
the life will move on
but will remain behind
some footprints
grass will grow in a few
and in some, will grow wild mints
the aroma of which will attract you
from  places far and near
to find what,
an illusion, a facade,
or a deeply entangled soul, my dear

the stoicism of the yesterday’s priest is diluted

the resolve to struggle is weaker

the years spent in discovering new reason to walk on

are  suddently seeming to be wasted

but are they really!!

do tears and toil ever erode

do not let the temporary

setbacks rough shod

over your slightly diluted resolve

life has its own reward

for those who maintain  their comittment

regardless of the meanings,

ignoring the past, no matter how much

is it hard

when the smell is in the air, all over

you wonder, who is the one

for whom you care

whether the womb of a hope

is saddled with dreams

of a future not yet crafted,

or the fence is broken

so that any traveller can intrude

and leave the footprints behind

i do not know, but do i want to know

i am here

in wait

of some one who will squeeeze

every ounce of my ego

and leave me sublimated

quietly and firmly

take the waves in arms
on long beach
or surrender to them
when sea wavers
understand
the storm is about to pass,

boats will not wait
why not then sail
and sail

wish pan to tumhey karna hi hai

jab bhi hoga manthan is yug mein,

aur bahega amrrut jag mein

tumko rehna hoga nischint

nishpray kaho ya kaho uchit

jeevan mein tyaag ka ho utsav

par na dena wish ko kabhi tyag

aatmasaat kar shant man se

bas maan lena usko ab suno
apni niyati ka ek anivarya bhag

why do i still wait
the simmering to stultify
the urge to revolt
and make me pensive
and patient
when the calling of the curly clouds
invokes a promise
not to reveal
what lies buried inside
the tomb which i built
by gathering the debris
of demolished castles
of sighs

the indifference could  not cause

the pain that you wished

will help me heal

so i ask, after i kneel

will u tell me

why i peel

all the layers

opf memories that are old

but have refreshing freshness

full of zeal

may be thats how

mind can rule

the terrain  that heart renders

unassailed

to yield

the drapes were hanging rather lightly

light was oozing,

the sound was still

and there were some eyes

gazing at the sight

who knows when will she see the way

i come, or just stand there

asking myself,

if she is there

now that i know,

the drapes have been moved

and the branches have been pruned

the tree has no fear

the light of moon seems near

may be you have a right

to ask me to pause

and reflect

what is the truth

my coming back to your door

or meditating outside

for a cause

bahut pareshan sa kar diya tumney

jo jikra jaruri nahin tha, usee ko kar diya tumney

ab main kuchh bhi kahun, kya farak padta hai,

jo fat gaye they paiband sapno key, unhi ko sil diya tumney