anil gupta's blog

come back o bird, come back
the rains have made the gardens green
the rivers are in spate
but still not beyond the seems
you will find myenahs waiting to chirp
when you come
and the a little brown cat will mew
when she will find you fresh
do not hesitate, and keep walking
on the path you have chosen
and have found enchanting
who knows what will lie in store
the bruises of past will heal, i am sure
smile and wink and jump a few times
when you achieve what you want
regardless of the storms, dust and
the jabs of indifference galore

do not ask me to keep quiet

when the sorrows of the world fails to unite

those who care and are concerned

but are all engrossed in their own plans

to make the world better and safer

for those who have no supportive clans

i aM SURE THE RAINS OUTSIDE WILL NOT WASH

the footprints of those who walked past

when some were raising the red flags,

telling them to think of consequences
of speaking out

i am happy that i did not keep quiet

what if the dust got into my eyes

some respond to their inner calling and some are deaf for so long

some have gone on their own journey and some

have  found the path too oblong

some can not live without

facing the challanges that really abound

some have withdrawn into their own shells

learning to be helpless and digging their head in the ground

but  the world is beautiful because

of those who enough place in their heart

to include those whose who are suffering and may be are sad

disregarding what others say

who cares, come what may

why should you wonder, why the silence persists,

how many voiced did you hear when

karna was killed unfairly

or arjun used foul means to kill enemies

or ram took help of betrayers of the trust

you have to live with this silence and persist,

the reward may be the indifference of those

whom you do not rever any way

jo paas tha, usko sambhala nahin
aur jo door tha, uski talash me lagi rahi
chithiya jo dar par aayi
wo rahi unpadhi
aur unlikhi chithiyon ke intzaar mein
aankhey bahut bahin
ab kyun parehsanion ko apna hamsafar banaun
kyun unko apney galey se lagaun
kyun na phir se
katey paron ke bawjud
neeley akash mein ud jaun
aur phir soorya ne najdik jaaney ke tadap mein
pighal
nibat paun

majboot iraadey
kabhi kabhi bahut kasht pahuchantey hain
wapis mudaney nahin detey
aur aagey jaatey waqt
maryadaon ki yaad dilatey hain
isee pashopash mein, kuchh kshana thahar se jaatey hain
tum apni raftaar baadon
isse pehley aur prashn tumhara rasta rokey
bas kood kar
waha pahunch jao

ek khabar jo ban na saki

aur jo bhi ghata

usse kiska kitna hissa bada

kaisey bataun

saari ki saari sura bikhar gayi,

lekin thodi jo baaki rahi

usko peeney ko jaisey hi hath utha

hawa thami

kisee ne pukara

poochha

kyun rahi, bahut door tak

jaaney ki sochta tha,

ab kaisey thaka

when did we throw a stone in water
and enjoy the splashes
but then few drops which were hesitant
and stayed still,
still linger in my mind
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why would i  aspire to be a round stone

beaten by waves

struck against all the bigger stones

not yet pulverized

yet resoluetley lying beneath

being pampered by  the caresses

of many many loud waves

in wait of a silent wave

which shall stay there and not go back

koi bhi nahin lagata, unko
kharpatwar jo kehlatey hain
kisee ke khet mein keedey lagey ho
to unko kabu karney mein bahut kaam haatey hain
doosaron ka kasht hartey hai
lekin khud barbad ho jaatey hain
kuchh log bhi aisey hi hotey hain
na jaaney kis kis se dil lagatey hain
sabki takleefon ko apna banatey hain
aur jab toot kar thak se jaatey hain
to bas, behsarm ke phool kehelatey hain
kisee ko bhi apney bheetar ki haya,
dard aur sannata
nahin dikhlatey hain