anil gupta's blog

when you were young, u laughed a lot
some times you behaved as if you had grown up
and some times you cried
if even one wish remained unfulfilled
you did not relent
why do not you insist any more
why do u adjust to the situations
why do not you throw tantrums
may be you do not love me any more
dont you

wo intzaar naav ka, aur nagmo ki baarat
wo chup chap nigahey, aur sapno ki saugat
wo ek chamak aankhon mein, ek shararat
lekin dard tha bheetar jab bhi, hun aaj bhi andar se aahat
wo intzaar

jab na tha dar, sadak par hairan tha koi, kya thi aakhir baat
kisee ne socha na tha, kaunsi  manjil thi, tum jo they saath
aaj bhi mushkil nahin hai, pahunchana usee mazar ke dwar tak
mannat mango na, maryadayen na tootey, sar par hai yakeen ka haath

what, exclaimed the wind, on seeing the sails
tired of holding her in arms
why would u wish, i disappear, asked the breeze,
and you get lost in the middles of the sea

i did not have an answer, the waves had not taught me
how to keep the whirlpool away
snatching smiles from your eyes,
why do shores hold sway
over those who had embarked upon long arduous journey
alone, long time ago, in search\
of nothingness, so sublime that sparkles of drop
on her eyelids
would not show the fatigue ever again

bekhabar se ho jaatey ho tum kabhi kabhi

kisee iljaam se parey, kahin kho jaatey tum  kabhi kabhi

koi baat karey na karey, iski koi chinta nahin tumko

apni diwaangi mein chaley jaato door  kahin , khud se kabhi kabhi

geet agar tum gaatey

karz ham par thodey aur bad jaatey

jaaney kitna sunapan tha,

swaro par bathey nagmo ke pankshi

aasmaan mein ud jaatey

geet agar tum gaatey

when the spring has decided to stay away

what do the mountains do

the birds, butterflies, the trees and the shrubs

will they remain quiet

when the

rivers will flow but without the laughter

and joy of the banks

which celebrated the union

and also the partings with sparkle in their heart

may be we should just remind the makers of dams

the explosion that might take place some day

and dissolve all the banks

and unfreeze then their suppressed aspirations

do i write poems for some one
do i write
poems
for
some
one
i write, this is sure
but then are these thoughts mine, are these triggered by a single experience, absence or presence
i do not know
the truth is
i write
poems
for some one
who is that,
do i know
does it matter

when u played with me a game

of running aimlessly in the garden

i did not know

who was chasing whom

you wanted to win every time

no matter where we were

rules were made and broen like a castle of sand

it di dnot matter

what then gave you joy

defating me

every time

time aND AGAIN

when the postcards were not sent

i wrote one every day

as if i had a lot to say

but then why would i say

what is so obvious and plain

the journeys are not made on ground

they are made in mind

why will then road blocks deter any one

why will we have frustration and anger so much

why not just wash oneself of all the strain

and embark again, again and again

the clouds do not always bring rain

yes, do not we like them, when sun is hot

door bell rings, and a letter that postman brought

undelievered,  because the address was wrong

when destinations change

when clouds do not rain

one should  move on, again, gain and again

misty morning, memories of drought, why has falcon been seen around

the empty road, the traffic has stopped, why has then red light been on

open windows, light is on, why have then  the birds been on ground

a train has reached its destination,  all have gone home, why is guard still around