anil gupta's blog

tum kahin door jao

aur phir wapis mat aao

keh ke mujhey usney wida kiya

kisee kasam se nahin bandha

kisee apeksha ka teer nahin saadha

lekin mein aaj bhi bandha hun

un niayamon se

jinhey tumney banaya hai

koi lehar jab chahey mujhey upar uchhal sakti hai

aur jab chahey duba sakti hai

leheron key

seeney mein darad na ban jaun

is lieye samundra ne taya kiya hai

mujhey doobaney nahin diya jaayey, aur bas isee tarah

taraju ki tarah hawa se

bandh tairaney diya jayey

ek bina mastool ki naav ki tarah

khuley samundra mein

when journey is just a means

of being there, we do not have to reach any where

we can not

chained as we are some times

to the lamp posts

but then we are allowed to walk

a little aorund the light

whenever it is dark

chasing the shadows

of the light

within

the dissonance between what is and ought to be

stems as much from what we think the perimeters of ought are today

as from what you consider of relevance

a missed meeting  one day may matter more

than all the hours, days and months we spent together

the length of moments is not measured by what we did or did not then

but what we remember of those moments

why do we remember only what pains us,

why are all the pleasant laughters  forgotten,

when some expectations are belied
we make new resolutions
telling ourselves, how foolish of us
to expect in the first place.
but then if we did not expect much,
what will remain to pursue any more

when we fell down from bicycle

because we had not learned to drive it well,

we were hurt

but once we learnt it

it did not seem to  matter any more,

that we has one reason less to feel hurt

calculus of concessions_2

when we submit to unjust demands of friends

we go down in their esteem

but do we go up in our own self esteem

why not then fight and allow forays

into the jungle of ideas and imaginations

where rules do not matter

where devil can have dinner with saints

and yet be allowed to be devilish

when anger edits the long essay

we can say quickly and perhaps with excessive emphasis

all that is not beyond reproach

why regret when

molten lawa can flow only for a while

it has to cool down

and then create new wedges, walls and windows,

if the view of sea that you liked the most

is blocked by the new walls created by lawa of your anger

do not regret

just let  it stay

and try to climb over the walls

to real view

that you wish to see

but are afraid

to see

the rays of indifference do not pass through my room

they never did

but you have always stressed

that the directions of radiance is now reversed

the reflections do not figure in your mirror

why has the time forgotten to keep friendship with space

why does a volcano erupt every time

the snow clad mountain

wants to bend and touch the wet basin of a lake

that is still not dry

you keep asking, why why and why

did i commit all the msitakes

but did you ever ask

was the memory loss

and all the frogetfullness

just a sly

the sea has become silent
not able to contain all the storms
that come riding on the rivers
that drain into its arms
to dissolve
to resolve or
to absolve
it of all the sins
of having allowed so many
rivers to embrace its shores
and be one with
its core
the salty sublimate
of the tears
it gathered
from all the corners of the earth
salty tear
salty sea
sweat river
why do the arms of the sea
quiver

today when you lit the fire
and welcomed the happy spirits to your home
we waited outside amongst the strangers
to shower our blessings on you
but you walked away
hoping that
we will not be seen
but then we are always there
no matter whether the fire burns
or gets extinguished
or just smoulders
in the backyard
where you buried the sweets
we sent
for celebrating your joys