anil gupta's blog

dont ever ask why did not i ask,
for a reprieve
when you were around
and i was locked far away
in my fights with my instincts

when you emptied my vessel
and asked me to collect dew drops
if i had to find a way to
deal with tears
i could not say,
you gather all the smiles
from my garden and
evaporate the sugar solutions sprayed
in your vessel
may be the crystal so formed
will refract some light
and let you see, feel, and may be
delve into the crucible of pain

why do we seem to like
quicker turnaround of our feelings
why can not long wait for reciprocity
if at all
seem as probable
desirable and lovable
has the tire of patience been punctured

when you dont say
any thing for long
i assume that you are tense
but why
why could not you be so happy that
silence becomes imperative,

when transitions are transparent
the meanings are not hard to search
nor music too loud to hear
the subtleties of silences are felt
just as teh dropping of autumn leaves
does not cause despair
now that i am standing on threshold of the new year
i hope miracles will continue to happen
the young voice of future will come our way
his mother will not sway
his moods in the disappointing directions
and the clouds will keep
hot sunlight away

at least soem transitions are opaque, even if
temporarily

i have climbed many mountains
before
and will climb them again
but why is that the descent
into the valley of volition appears so hard
responsibility?
morality of meanings
or just the square root of
silence

when the desert will bloom
and lakes will flourish
with fishes that will roam freely
not just in the water but above the ground
trees will swim and
moons will grow on their branches
what will happen to the poets
they will sharpen plough shears
and pulverize the soil
any soil, or rich organic soil
but will not soil complain
it would let weeds do the task
it would not like ploughs and all other violations

now, let me tell you,
in this world,
you will not see,
i will not tell
but conversations will become clouds
will u still want desert to bloom, clouds to rain

when the nights dont drain completely
leftover lave, molten but not too hot
starts to flow
down the slope
of hopes
that are not meant to grow
why does the jungle of all
desires has to be so wild
so untamed
but then will it be jungle any more

why do we celebrate our opaqueness
is it to preserve the sanctity of mortal,
limited, meanings that can only be kept intact
in those closets
which we have created
through our cultural evolution
for years, centuries
and yet
yearning for openness remains
may be tribal instinct
to live in every moment
without trace of a memory
why are we afraid of memories
why not just be there
celebrating the freedom
of purity of thoughts
every moment
every day
every millenia

a dark shadow is beautiful
when light is away from it
not that it cares
or it is shy of asking,
why is it that she dares
the lips of a lotus power
breaches of a thunder shower
dont ask to be defined
then just be there
no matter if we care
without memory
with no promise of a future
one’s freedom is not always rare