anil gupta's blog

spoken words
heard sounds
broken cups
mended curtain surrounds
the sight of a single
knock at the door
i am not sure, if you really knocked
but then i heard it,
is that not enough
let me open the door
remove the drapes drenched
in soulful tears
of forgotten rules
betrayed trust,
swollen eyes
painful step
between exit and entry
of a shadow

the tears were not willing to roll
and the eyes were finding it difficult
to contain the flow,
overflow was inevitable
but with no outlet
the river broke it banks
the gushing stream was angry
may be a bit frustrated
no rock was powdered
but a few pebbles got carried away
some trees were uprooted
and the fallen nests of hopes
drained the desires
in the flowing river
who knows where will the seeds
fallen from the tree will sprout
who knows, where will
the evaporated tears evolve into a cloud

i was tiling the flower bed
to be ready to sow the seeds
and then it rained torrentially
flooded bed would not let
any seed germinate now,
may be i should now make boats of the paper
on which we played tick tac toe

when do we convert
our yearnings into a devotion
O mother Kaali
when do our expectations become
empty of all desires
when do we have not to say any thing
and only hear
in silence

taming the tenor
of the strings
that were to resonate with all their might
with the music of the drops
of rain, some sane
some insane

no matter where you will be
or are
no matter what you have done or
will do
remember just this,
walking along a few steps
towards the base of a steep climb
was never harder
then when it was to leave
bags of memories behind,
but what else will i carry on the cliff
when i reach there,
who will witness the breeze that high
ligher air
heavier breaths,
who can ever remember then
the colour of twinkle in your eyes
that will close my eyes
and ask me to just keep quiet
surrender and never again
to fight,
please forgive if i can not say
or do enough
but can i say,
i will not feel enough

dont measure
dont rank
dont hang it on the wall
dont frame
dont celebrate
dont wait for the call

whenever the dust settles

whenever the glacier melts

some breeze will flow
cold, dusty and may be like a whirlpool
dont look for leaves of jasmine
getting hung in your hairs
go and plant a jasmine seedling
somewhere in a corner of nowhere
who knows if storm happens to pass by that road

serenity swirled
silence performed
you danced on the cliff
i fell in your eyes

dont rain now,
let some stains stay
like the marks of meaningless meanderings
or meaningful encounters
of strong storms with the rocks
that are no more very strong
weathered over the years
are willing to fertilize the fields in the valley,
will you please let flowers grow amidst cacti
and hurt me, as and when they pelase,
let some blood ooze
let some pain engrave
its impressions
on my eyelids
may be i will not see again
the red rows of cherries
lest i squeeze them
or the time swallows the delta of a river

big eyes
like a wide open window
let lot of what they see, in
and then there i hear, deep sighs
big eyes

they see a lot
but observe nothing, she argues,
may be rightly, you see
but then i feel, will i let her just be
big eyes

one day when they close
you may still remember,
the bright twinkle in there
but by then, who knows, who will care,
big eyes