anil gupta's blog

no road ever told,
where will it turn,
nor did i ask when she fused into a misty nowhere,
but then now that it is the morning,
and the jumbled hairs are lying outside your window,
you must have tried hard
to disentangle your hairs night
last night,

kuchh muskurao to

hotho ko thoda dabao to kuchh baat aagey badey
kuchh muskaro to
jindagi mein kai baar aisa bhi to hua hoga,
kuchh kaha aur kuchh suna hoga
thoda usko dohrao to baat aagey badey
thoda muskaro to

tum khamosh wahan door tak nigahey failao
kuchh dekho aur kuchh mujehy mere bheetar dikhlao
ab thoda befikra ho kaho,
jo bhi hai man mein to baat aagey badey

thoda msukaro to

medha ne janm diya,
man ki meemansa ko,
urwashi ne udwalit kiya,
hridaya ki aakanksha ko,
manthan bahut hua,
leheron ne palko kochhua,
vishpaan karey kaun,
is par bahut dandwa hua,
shiv ne phir yeh kaam kiya,
devo ka uthan kiya,
vidambana to dekho lekin,
murta bana vish ke wahak ko,
shakti upasak satta ne,
samvedana ke sanskaron ka aaahwan kiya,
nadiyon ka muhn mauda,
dharaon ko bandha tumney,
paschatap karo mat devo,
tumney urwashi ko kiya upekshit,
parwati ko paidaan diya,
shiv ki pooja karkey hi to,
rawan ne paayi thi shakti,
raam ne tyaga,
law kush ne bandha,
ashwa megh mein jab mili chunauti,
tiraskrit maan ke vastalya mein lipti,
tumney hi to us shraddha ka, nit nayey rup mein balidaan kiya,

( uttranchal mein likhi kavita shiv se gussa hokar

why do i still keep awake
while eyelids seem to show the load they carry
is it just to learn
or keep avoiding the moment when one
has no choice but to surrender
in her arms
that dissolve the barriers between sleep and awakened self

heard about a cloud burst,
thought how impatient it must have been
but i know a cloud
which has not rained for long

steps of a staircase, winding around walls
have not yet finished
let me climb a bit more
who knows
whether the roof will show all the sun rays
that lay scattered there for so long
in wait of shadows
that i bring with me in my bag on my back

can i step out
it is no more as wet
as to
splash drops on those
who do not wish to be disturbed
by my walk along the path
on which we walked together
for so long
unquestioned, undisturbed

when simmering sounds of empty flute reach far

we dont care about who is the player

but the solace is in listening

quietly

no matter how much it rains

i am not wet still

who is

leaves of a dry tree

have already fallen

dont say any thing

let me listen to this

through inner ears

that only listen when i am quiet,

 and when you also dont say any thing

when the rains are not able to wash away

stains of  memories

sustained by bruises one suffers while climbing the steps to your temple

through uncharted paths

full of thorny bushes

allowed to grow

 deliberately to keep away

all those whose yearnings may violate the memoryscapes of those clouds

which have  been waiting to rain

in your courtyard

O Ma Kaali

 that is the way you shower

your blessings

 i have learned now

under the shadow of all the clouds that did not rain this year too