anil gupta's blog

we brush,take bath and dust our shelves often
why should we let dust outside
be so visible
and keep inner dust obscure
why not meditate
spend just a few moments with our inner self
may be it will clean up
and empty the vessel
to receive the new Grace

else anguish
and pettiness
will fill the bin
and spill over
like dirty spectacles
every thing will look blurred
take a moment to reflect
o traveller
dont deny inner beauty
a chance it deserves

broken vase
wasn’t an issue any more
it can be built again
but what about the flowers you collected
can we grow their seeds again
can we make the bed again
without caring about accounts
of who loses
and who will gain

when the boundaries of a beautiful
garden are broken
because flowers envy the weeds
one doesn’t know whose place is taken
by whom
let us celebrate the new definitions

Holding the fragile
Vase I gave you
To collect the fallen flowers
On the way to the altar
Of goddess Kali
Wasn’t easy
You broke it
Or was it just broken
Because you forgot
For a moment
What it meant to
Offer these to Her
She can take
Even dried flowers
But she can’t
Accept indifferent flowers

Envy the wasp,
can a cloud clasp,
whiff of breeze,
you may laugh & sneeze,
but the truth sustains,
caring heart proclaims,
territories need invasion,
if the voice is ice laden

Koi kinaron se na pooche kis tarah Lehro ke mizaz ko ham hain sehtey,
wo to kuchh ehsaas hain, Jinki khatir ham kuchh nahin kehtey

Tootna Nahi kehtey Lehro ke kinaron se angsparsh ko,
aaatmsaat ho Jatee hain Saari kinore Ki majbooriyan

Door kya hai aur kya hai najdeekiyan,
man ko Jo chhooley, wo hain Jaam
Jinko behosh ho, Hamne pee liya

Mat shikayat karna agar kinarey ka Sabra Lehro ka Sath na de,
kya pata todne ke iraadon se unhone kinaron ko ho Diwana kiya

Aao Chalo kuchh pal yuhin jiyey,
yaado se parey, sapno ke Bina, thoda mil Kar Kshan – madhu piye?
Aap Chalo

Kuchh taro ko tumharey Aanchal me in siyey,
aao Chalo kuchh pal yuhin jiyey

Shabdo se parey, shikwo ke Bina, Chalo mil kar kuchh saansey lein,
sambandho ki paridhi se parey,
Need pakshion ke khoob faley,
aao Chalo

Bahon mein lipat, aahon mein simit, kuchh kshano ko Chalo yuhin jiyey,
aao Chalo

Chehery se tumharey, muskano ke jharney bahey,
aao Chalo

sprouts of desire
grew like weeds
all over
where i had not cared to till the bed
now that you have sprouted
you will not listen to me
will you?

mountains grew in my mind
letting a river flow from there
soaking all my clothes
torn and worn out
but illusion of a cover
is gone
river in spate
washed me of all trappings
of cover
on my soul
is that all?

like a rock
in the way of a river
unwilling to yield
when asked
but ready to be
pulverised
in due course
is that what you are?

will you
talk to each other
like two friends
who have nothing else to lose
except
a bit of vanity