anil gupta's blog

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

when we fell down
not knowing what was the trigger

spects which were misplaced
or the path
which had more curves than we planned
now the road is plain, and spects are ion place
but we dont fall down
why dont we fall down

reading emily dickinson
over dinner table
and waiting for you to lift spoon
at lunch
was not so uncommon
but then
deep gazes could map the
depth of respect one could have for
unknown, stranger who i never talked to,
in summer of 1974