anil gupta's blog

this is my chouce after all

but are choices made by us

or do choices select us

and then we act

as they wish

for a change let me assume

that i have a choice

when the banks break,

and rivers become lake

u do not stop

and ask,why did you say

whatever u had avoided all these years

and like a fallen star,

i keep quiet

reminded of the dust

which arose

when your carriage went awayfrom my courtyard

i am now setlled

the dust has engulfed

all the leaves

of the tulsi

you had planted

in good faith

pl let me worship

it

heal your hurts

collected over the long journey

from there, 

to here

i know that u have remembered many things

but then forgotten a few too

are these too few??

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wish the wings of smiles lift your spirit

break the promise of keeping

the flame fly

when the oil is leaking

you glow

reflected yellow

and do not borrow

the miseries from the womb

 of forgotten 'morrow

live and relish

the moments that we are blesed with

when roads are paved with

ironies, expectations and unkept words

by a an old wornout

tree

smell of whose bark u do not like suddenly

not all good turns get rewarded

every time, now, here

that is the way it should  be

after all, the  unpaid debts are the glue

which holds people together

but when we blame each otherfor all the ills that plague us, our lives

and yet hope to find happiness in that glue

how will that happen

glue will come apart

accounts will start getting settled

when i got my hair cut

under a peepal tree

on the road side

i got my zen

in a moment

why do we carry our baggage of false boundaries

when getting close to ground

is all that it takes

to be

wherever one wishes

minds on the margin

will not remain quiet,

invisible and hesitant

will the dust be wipedfrom

 the 'mirror of the soul'

when wind will blow

across the garden

to scatter the  dust,

shatter the dreams

It makes me wonder

is that the goal

when you will start talking

and search for words

dont ever worry

the menaings are more importnat than teh words

this is a leasson, i have learned

may be you will also learn

but i know you will learn

it sooner than i thought you should

forgive us, can not help your journey

no matter how much we wish

the shade giving trees

have started charging atax

for the shade

and they will not let us in

but how can aroma of the fire

we burn in our garden to pray for you

not reach you

ships were in harbour

windows did not prevent light

from sieving all the ruminations

that were going on 

in the turns of skirt of deep clouds

scattered all around

that day, and this day

all the days in fact

when the trees will have hard bark

and the shade will attract sweet strangers

you may not recognise the footprints

of those who denied us the entry

into your world

but remember,

 we will always be there

in the fom of clouds

ready to rain,

 ready to rain

never will you be alone, or in pain