anil gupta's blog

Toofano ne uchhala, bhanwaron ne sambhala
Jindagi meri hai, ek bujhney ko Tayyar jwala
Aaao, ek deep tum ab chaho to jala lo,
Dhuyen se merey apni aankhon mein Kajal saja lo

Phir kabhi fursat se, saalon baad jab yeh Mehsoos hoga
Kisee baadal ka karja kisee nadiya se wasool hoga
Shayad tab tumhey phir se wo lamhey yaad aayengey
Jindagi ko jab ek Paak, Aur nek Kareebi se jiya tha hamey

Swapno mein khwahishey Kuchh pal Gayi
Gaanthey jo band thi jamaney se gal Gayi
Boondo ki kyaa baat Karun
Palkon mein jo band thi, jaaney Kab se, dhal Gayi

dont ask the clouds
where they are destined to go
as if they know
but dont be surprised
if they stay here
for longer than you expect
which peaks entice them
why
who knows
but breeze is not obliged
to either, the peaks
or the valleys
it just wanders
here, there and somewhere
does it know
need it know?

seemaon mein bandh kar hi to nadiya behti hai
jheel kab kisee ke dwar par thaharti hai
man na nadiya ka ho saka
na jheel ki bhanwar mein hi yeh bandha
le lo jitna ashreya is ped ki chhaya mein mil jaye
jaaney kab ghun ko iski jadon ka swad fal jayey

meri koi jyaada arzoo nahin
kisee pal ki koi yaad waris nahin

khoob udo, unchey aasmaan mein
tairo gehrey samudra mein

meri bahon ke mastool shayad fat se gaye hain
samudra ki leheron mein kuchh khwab
atak se gaye hain
kati patang ki tarah, inko atkey rehney do
palko ki jaban se thodey geet behney do
aur baaki sab kuchh ankaha hi rehney do

Butterfly threatened the sunflower
If it didn’t stop complaining
It will pollinate another garden
But she knew
His complaints
Were the outcome
Of all the colours
He had gathered through her sojourns
To gardens beyond

despair
not
hope belied
but the truth lasts
when white hairs will
not hide signatures of time
the eyes will get dimmed
light will still last

i will die
and so will all those scars which
i earned for being a fellow walker
on a thorny road

but no body wil deny
the agony of sky
which will not
let clouds rain
over the promised land, but dry

will the sand not erode
if wind continues to blow the way
it is blowing just now
whirlpool sometimes
and
tornado at others
how do i persuade the storms to shelter
dream of the tiny vapors
evaporating from the eyes
of
those children
which cry
because they are pampered
they cry because they get too much for nothing almost
now why should not i pay attention to those children
who
yearn for basic needs
and are blessed if they just move on
to work harder to fulfill their dream
let me help the children
who deserve my time
energy
and prayers more
more
a lot
more indeed

when she teases me
with a twinkle in her eyes
i dont know
if it is time to dissolve
or hold on
so i just freze
and let the breeze pass
lest she thinks
i am a wind break

but then it is not clear
if the arms spread around
me can hold
all the fire inside
and will she remain unharmed

i then shrink into a vapur
mixed with the hot air
escape through ventilators of a dark room
into a red sky outside
my coffin is already
floating among the clouds
where i have to be buried
decompose and then
to let manure shower as a rain of love
over a deserted patch
where i tried to plant a garden once

now, when i am gone
the unfinished task will need to be completed
will you
spread my ashes or manure as the case may be
over all the parched plots
where some souls sowed
dreams of a creative future

Overflowing rivers
Shelter less families
I don’t know
If the rivers are hungry for their homes
Or sea needs the silt of their walls
I know a new island has emerged in
Bay of Bengal
Is it the Sedimented soil of washed away homes
But whose homes
Will you build on new island?
Do the southwester winds
Want their hunger to be addressed
By the huts on the islands
People dont mind
They still offer flowers to the river
Which swallows their homes
Do you bother