anil gupta's blog

a flight
into the abyss
of silent whirlpool
has not
ended
i am still in the sky

i can not see through this hole
in a Paris window
why did they not see through
the glass
before hole had to be made
why should some agents of death appear to be better than others
are not all apostles of violence
to be shunned
or
are some destinies more dear to us
than others?

why should death
be celebrated by the flags bearers’ wishes
can we not pray
for all dead who have stood
in the way
of those who
see only black
and white
no matter, what shades of grey
say
why is there no respite

some cells lost their way
far away
on the way
to a sparkling sky
why has milky way developed cracks,
do they have storms
there
now, you are not here
though footsteps have become
flowerbeds
hope the aromas of flowers that bloom
next spring
and after that,
will embrace the misty morning
and tear drops
that fell down
on a dusty road
behind hillocks
trees
a small pool of water
river was also stunned
it forgot to flow

i know some cells in your life
have lost their way

will they be tamed
i don’t know but we are trying

some day
somewhere
we will tell these cells
they need not have walked away
like thsi
after all bring together with
the rest
they were whole
all of you
now, they will be excised, silenced, may be squeezed dry

but to what purpose
is getting lost is alays for
purpose
cells replied

——
on cancer, serious stage, of a dear friend

when the whispers in the night
woke me up
i did not open the door
nor did remove the curtains
whisper sound was from within
how do i open the door within

chand ke mathey par salvat
itni nahin
padi hoti
to kya chamak kuchh kam hoti

what was the point
you asked repeatedly
what was the point
the point was not to be found in words
it was a touch
of affirmation
of drawing your attention
to certain beautiful truth
but u kept on asking what is the point
actually
the point got lost
it is not even a line
it is just a blank page, now