anil gupta's blog

Why did black swan cry
Did it miss someone
Or it just had to drain its heart
Of all the angst
At being so different

Yesrday once agin
I lost my way
Did I lose my compass
Or that the world has
Changed its polarity

the boats became lamps and waves swallowed the fire
lightening burned the bridges
but then roots didn’t care
and reached across the river
to create a bridge
after walking on this bridge,
i am relieved that
the fires have limits
and can not engulf
all the ways of crossing over

every time, you pleaded, i succumbed
but did that make your journey smoother

compromises dont make a pavement
smoother
even if paved with good intentions
but weak actions;;
may be you take some time out
and ask a hard question,
could not assertion of your free will
guided as it should be
from shower of blessings from all sides
help you to ask for lesser submissions
lesser compromises
more spontaneity
less contrived solutions, may be none at all
some day

Bring this and that
Cut leaves not so big
And how do u think
I can crush these without
Shredding them again
But our naughty angel
Has a method to his madness
But what could have I done
Little tea left in the cup
Fell around
And we started a debate whether tea tasted
Less like the one this angel always makes
Delicious and aromatic
Full of vigour
With no ardour
But then one cup less delicious
Can not undo all the great cups he has
Served us
Little angel
Why do u take care so much

Angel
I have seen you now
For long
Every time without a question
Or crib
You are ready to swim
Along but if needed
Against the current
To get me those few green leaves
Of tulsi
And lemongrass
Which then you grind
In your special style
To create a decoction
Of aromatic tea
That we rejoice
And get soaked
In its vapours
All our worries
They go away far
And you come close
More and more
Angel
Just be the way you are

When submissions rebound
When the shellac ceases to hold the gems
In your bracelets
Don’t hold on to the argument
Just any argument
The life u may have forgotten
Wasn’t like this years ago
The swings were smooth
And the river flew for ever full
Of joy and abandon
And then few rocks
Few turns
And just an argument

why do you have to
every time,
mask more than what u reveal,
why have you lost trust
in your umbilical chord

every time you contrive the situations
you gain a few smiles
but do you know
you also lose
some
why
be as honest as you can
and be upfront
u have suffered every time
you have denied the truth
why do it again

why did these wither away
the tulips
grew
so far, so long
i had smelled them
but never touched
is that why
withered away, these

There has to be knowledge and understanding
All the lonely people
where do they all come from

no, if every body understood what i am thinking at that moment,
i may be thrown out
of corridor of concern and compassion
let some thing remain un-understood
no hatred,
no anger
no revenge
not because it is not natural
but because it consumes the energy which i need to
placate my inner self
no, let sweet lingering aroma remain
in my varandah
i will forgive those
who did not come up to my expectations,
but how do i forgive myself
when i fall in my own eyes
so leave me alone
thats what we say
but can we be really alone
in this world of conversations