anil gupta's blog

kaali:

pl forgive those who suspect your benevolence

i have never held a grudge against any one

who defaced your footprints

burried the memories of your kindness

and erased the mark of vermillion from

the pipal tree,

or an abandoned stone,
a broken boat;

why should i grudge

the debris of demons

you really destroyed

in me and in all those who are unable to

assimilate the essence of your kindness

you have taught me to forgive and

i have forgiven

you told me to bless

and i bless

why do then some have

such hatred in their heart

will not you bless them

and let them be in peace

why should not they be able to grow and greet

all strangers

and the friends

with ever goodness and benign benevolence

your apparent indifference may be a time of trial

for truth and transparency

that only few can admire

i pray like ever before

do not worry, do not budge

just be there for all those who

need you

more than me,

i will suffer and still sustain

devotion to not only those i know

but also towards the perfect strangers

one we do not yet know and

can never know

slow down, slow down
said the river to the boat
but riding on the waves
intoxicated with the wind
carrying the aroma of anabandoned spirit
arrogant sails
and mast still, intact
it did not listen
till the whirlpool of silences
swallowed the sounds
sage warning
and a gaze abounds
deep,
do you need to ask
the wherebouts of the boat!

when the quilt of quivering thoughts can not stop cold winds
i wonder whether the time has come to tear it off
and let the coldness embrace the spirit
like a snow clad peak
of a mountain
which has to bear the drainage of a river
away, far away
only way a river can survive
is by letting it flow away

winter has brought the black birds back
right in the morning
they wait for me to come
and be a part of their world
some times i fly and they stay on ground
but mostly, they fly and i stay
like a ship  aground
now, decide o mist
and cool breeze today
will u moisten my hairs
and leave the eyes dry
or be as you are
so that i can cry

who knows whether the walls

will be whitewashed again

the stains of the years that have gone by

are like the mirrors stitched in your shawl

you can not unstuck them

but their reflections

will

show the marks of time

every time, you wish to ignore

why would one wait for the seagull
for so long
on the sea shore
why is the breeze so still
and the morning so fresh
yet a bit tired
just as a creeper is celebrating
its entwining around
its favourite host
but it is mired
in the puzzle
was it worth the effort

why will u worry
when i kneel before you
and you push me away
telling me about the wind
and the clouds
that have to shower their blessings
on a land in which banks of river do not meet
i must remain here
waiting for your attention
and you must focus O kali !
on the fairy tales
that tide of a sea are telling
how brutality of yours has been beatified
why should u let me bow and be close to your bosom
the beats may tell
all the wavering you go through
when u maintain the facade of your indifference

how do we know  when is our time up

when will the rain stop

and the seasonal stream decide to give up

the resolution to meet the lake

which is drying up soon

how does the autumn know

the spring is around the corner

the rings around moon

become moist like the

corners of your eyes

when the horizon looks moist and fuzzy

thanks for the lift

in the car tonight

when i was tired

and when i was tired

my walk remained incomplete

i stand under the shade

which has become  sterile

alas, so sterile

but you can hold me

even for just a short while

after all, you are

a glimmer of a smile