anil gupta's blog

while walking through mountains
we put stones one over another
they say,
fragility of piled stones fulfills wishes
no matter how far fetched these may be
but i am afriad
if those wishes really come true
let sadness sustain
i am ready
stay on

i tried to plough slowly
but it wasnt easy
years of drought
had made the soil harder
what could i do
try harder
or wait for it to rain
soften the soil
but lightning struck last night
a storm is brewing
i dont know if the sprouts of seeds sown this year
will grow well,
but what is the choice
new day
dont say
what you may

a boat
lost in the deep sea
was discovered by you
o wanderer in the jungle of waves
nonchalant
but sure
that its destination will find it somehow

blank spaces are meant to expand
lest we squeeze
all the juice of a
patient cloud
and nothing remains to rain

Look around,
so many trees bending to touch us,
embrace us,
why are we in rush then,
for what?
Is that a cry
In wilderness
Or we have forgotten
To just
Laugh

Rake the grains slowly
Sun is about to set
It may rain
There is forecast of a storm
Will you still defy
Don’t
Accept what clouds tell
Lest you wander in the sky
Like a lone meteorite
About to fall
Anytime to fall

Don’t let me close my eyes
O queen of fairy land
You may get imprisoned
And I may become free

I see in your eyes
Hunger for a revolution
But why are you waiting
For a spark to be ignited
By me
I can be within you
If you let me
But don’t let me in
It might become
Very difficult for you
Then not to explode