anil gupta's blog

connections heal
but they also peel
the layers of embedded feeling
i bow and absorb kneeling
the spring-like shocks
ironically, a memory mocks
is that why you weave
quilt of patches with peeve
wash it of stains of those moments
reinforce the weak connections
of the lost ones,
forget their resurrection

Heard in silence
Whispers of crackling dried leaves
Fallen a little early
Autumn set in too soon
May be glaciers are
In remorse

May be molten lava
Is solidifying too early

Imprints of these whispers
May remind
Those who follow us
In this trail

The silence spoke all of it
Disregarding my appeal
For restraint

Do they care

Heard in silence
Whispers of crackling dried leaves
Fallen a little early
Autumn set in too soon
May be glaciers are
In remorse

May be molten lava
Is solidifying too early

Imprints of these whispers
May remind
Those who follow us
In this trail

The silence spoke all of it
Disregarding my appeal
For restraint

Do they care

When years don’t count
Memories mount
Rivers flow
& the pain does not show
We melt inside
Slowly and beside
Moments of anger
Sparkle of smiles
How can one forget
No regret, no hurt

Thank you Sadhana

Aabhar
grateful to you all for your kind remembrances ;

Can’t thank you enough

she remembered every colleague’s birthday, number And often was first to greet them. She kept the group knitted together: above all, she never regretted anything, never complained about the situation, dealt with life as it came, always blessed every one, hosted whoever sought her love without reservations, restrictions : made hers an open house; she walked with us in many shodhyatras right from the first one; she brought out sujhbhuj for a long time & was punctual

Even in her voluntary service, not a minute late nor a minute early to go. Gave full freedom to children to grow their way but being responsible & generous

When the purpose
Is the process
Life does not need many explanations
We walk
And with no need to talk

gratitude for every day we live
breathe and dream
who knows when will
the wind will sweep them away
leaving questions
without answers
will time heal
will hopes wither
will nature be nourished
by the debris of dreams

when petals are scattered
we dont regret, but rejoice
new buds will sprout
out of their decay,
who knows, who will feel, dare I say!

heart does not age,
like a letter we wrote the other day
 in an envelop which is a bit torn 
but did the feeling not presage?

let us ring the bell
the temple seems ready to ignite

yearnings for  creative urges
shall we just remain silent and not tell?

When I was walking today morning
I saw you quietly walking besides me
I am not sure
If your silence was a reminder
Of my words
I said & did not mean fully
Or was it just a reprimand
For all the moments when I kept quiet
Instead of talking

Embers smoulder
Fire inside burns pillars of ego
Holding the sky of ambitions
Surrender, says the smoke
Surrender!!

#poem #poetry