anil gupta's blog

encountering young buds on the way
full of hope
faith and expectation
that it will rain
some assurances
some support
some tears to wet the ground
where there is a drought of sighs,
how do these buds keep sprouting

dont ask me

if i did remeber to pluck leaves

of tulsi

for your tea

even if i did not,

tulsi

will continue to grow in your garden

why do you not punish me

for forgetting repeatedly

may be you know, thats the way.,

i remain what i am

and u too

when i have surrendered already
why are u still asking whether i have,
is it that sinking ego has not reached the bottom,

when the leaves will fall and not rot,
u may wonder
what is sacred about this spot
i wil not cry and wail
but the truth shall, even then, prevail
dont ask me, why did i not stop
the tears rolled by and heart still decided to hop
i am sure, you will understand it again
as you always did, whether it was drought or rain

every thing has become a suspect today,
no reflection is assured
of its sanity

why has this happened
is it because rays of light are impure
or is it that surfaces are corrupted
or that the air is polluted

when the detours of diehard river didn’t reconcile
what was not tallying
in the account book of
a time trader
i asked him, declare me bankrupt,
will that help you
tell me
i cannot pay back
all the debts that i incurred
when you were around
regardless
of the banks being dry or wet
waves settled or unsettled
following their own rhythm

is not it true that
we are often too sure
of what we think, do, know and feel
but then have not we often faltered in doing so,
why are then we so sure

it is not easy to be prudent
taken in by the  tensions of desires that delay
and the trust that will sway
pendulum of moods,
i am aware of the fire
and the ice that burns slowly and then gives way

you had decided to take away
all the curtains from my home
while leaving it the other day
but you left so many other weightier things behind
did you want to see through the windows
whether i had cried
when the garden on the top of a hill
was denuded
the view from the top might not have been clear that day
lot of clouds had decided to come in the way
they rescued my tears 
the dance of my tears was not witnessed
by the golden gaze of those eyes
which have now turned away
very far, for very long

when the curtains had already been taken away

when the drops were bolder,
they fell slowly
why do they love each other so much
why are they not able to live away from each other
why have they made a nest in the corner of my eyes
why have they decided to appear when they like and
disappear when i don't like
but sometimes they appear when i don't want them,
are they the doors of my heart
which opens at will and allows winds of pain
to come unabated
it seems they have been unhinged
they have not realized that i will swallow them
all of them
and not leave a trace
even if eyes betray, and the reflections dont stay
any longer, here, there or any where

march 16, 2011

dont through so many stones in this lake,
it has a tenuous contract
with its banks
who knows who gives way