anil gupta's blog

phir se duhraya hai,
wo ho geet, gaya tha jo us din,
kise door navik ne,
naav kinarey par thi,
pathik ka intzaar raha saari raat bhar,
lekin lehron ne andolan kiya,
nav ka dhairya toota, beh gayi yuhi kisee thor,
aur navik aur liyey baitha raha kinarey par,
baadh aajati, to achha tha,
usko bhi baha le jaati,
ab na baadh aayi,
na naav hi lauti,
na kinaron ne niyat badli,
naa pathik bhoola apna raasta, aisi stithi mein koi sutra baandey to kaisey, dhagon ko wahin tanga rehne do,
wahin khunti par,
is baar na ranga jayega unko
na hi karghey par piroya jayega
na koi bunega saanso ka pul, na koi chalega aus pul par phir….

bikhri dhoop bahut fail gayi hai aaj,
jitna aangan dikha, saara apna liya,
kaise usko samjhata,
kaisey uskey chhor bandhta
kaise patto ko sankranti kaal mein
rang badalna sikhlata,
sab kuchh bemani sa ho gaya hai,
na kuchh apni peedha ka bodh hai,
na uske herney ki abhilasha hai,
kabhi kisee ka dard hai, kabhi kisee ki vyatha, kabhi kisee ped ke neechey, sookhi patiyon ki chaadar par letney ka man hai,
ab kisee amavasya ki bahon mein khoney ka man hai,
kahin kuchh na dikh jayey hriday ke darapan mein,
is lieye har kiran ko hidayat hai, wo is angan mein raat hi rehney dey, aaj, thodi der aur,

sahej rakhi thi jitni boondey
wo sab sookh gayi
jitni pyas thi, wo bhi bhul gayi
ab aakash mein megh barsey
jwala shaant ho,
janey kitney baadal bikhar gayey
koi bina pehchan ke dweep par ab vyapt ho,

hathiyar nahin hai,
jo daal dun, kisee nahak cheshta ki dor baandh du,
mujhey kuchh swapno ne band kiya dayitwo ki jail mein,
kaisey kehdun in hawaon ko ki wo tod deyn,
in saheji salakhon ko, meri apni ugayi kyari mein, kaise bikher dun,
ankuro ke upar ab jeevan ke vish ko,

you have to balance the scales tilted by your affection
some times tilled by laughter
some times strained by cries
but yearning for your affection nevertheless
may this journey be a dedication
to all those
who have prayed for those laughters that pave the way
your way

when i am gone far
i will be around still

dont ask me if i have painted the obelisk
have i written my epitaph
that here lies a man who wished just to be more intimate
than most people will allow
who tried to listen to voices
that were denied for centuries
He extended his arm to those
who could have made a difference
but could not many times,
he wasted/soem say/did he a large part of his life
in search of leaders who will be stronger than him,
more caring and compassionate

i have erred
I have punctured
many tubes
which had load of your and my smiles
but decided to feel flat
will you be able to repair
these tubes
try, at least try

i still remember those days when you will play
in the sand lying around our house
a small one,
disregarding whether i could save you from bruises
but now you are hurt so easily
you are in rush
and have left too many ships
in the anchor waiting to take you on your
journey
but then you know better,
i could not make your path any easier,
nor could i save you from your indulgences
which tell us that compromises beyond a limit
break the dams
in which you had filled all the tears we shed
hoping to use their force some day to wash your pains

have you forgotten the steps
that we walked together
but you stumble now
off and on
may be the rhythm of walk
has changed
dance may not be posisble
but lyrics of your moods
still reverberate in my ears
i can rewind the time
dont worry
walk
walk, walk

it is not every day
that a winter night refuses to freeze the dreams
that we saw many times
some times sparkling the stars studded in the pathway
on which you walked
and some times like hairs entangled
and knotted
in the comb that you have used sparingly of late
will you wait
for the dew to evaporate
so that i can smell
the aroma
that has permeated all the pores
of the bark
of a tree
aged and yet upright
refusing to fall down
now, dont give way
to let it fall down