anil gupta's blog

grow, flow
i like the rhythm and a willingness to move on
with pride, and brightness in the eyes
refusing to stay
put for a while
to watch the old covers of torn book smile
you go, flow

closure

keep the space which you occupied
so stubbornly for so long
with you,
a small gift
of memoryscape

i will cherish
your genius
and your potential
let every whiff of air
full of such intoxicating aroma
flow your way
lat the temple of your prayers
be full of beautiful handcrafted incense sticks
made by a innovative machine
it is ok,
forget the failure of someone
who could not let
a lake by handed over to a caretaker
used to cast the nets of incidental curiosity

trivial
attentions
dont make for a serious deep sojourn
hope in future

you will forgive your tresspasses
more generously
and respect new turns in life
with greater
devotion

lessons learned by all
will help future journey
meaningful, joyful and purposeful

i am so happy
that the sprouts have flown away from a garden
i had tended so carefully
affectionately and with deep
feelings of hope and faith
of making it a beautiful garden

how could have i lived with a garden
that did not respect
the sincerity of weakling, a feeble seed
sprouting still
surrounded by more attractive flowers
yet having the courage of rising up

sincerity and honesty
are actually just words
they dont guide the pursuit of sky
by these sprouts
isnt it good that sprouts
have flown away

how could a gardner live with the guilt of nurturing
seeds that he saw as very viable
still thinks so
but then who can assure that
mere good manure will make a seed
grow into a healthy plant

so much more is needed
but minimum it needs at this stage is
that gardner is buried in that garden

abandoned by sprouts
opportunistic
at heart
though some may may regret that
but it is too late

once basic trust is broken
it is best that gardener dies
sprouts must grow
the future belong to them
they may cherish memories of manure
or healing drops of dew
they may not
does it matter

there are many other nurseries gardener has planted
some of them are growing very well
some may not in future
but at least these nurseries have given to the world
some hopeful stock of
seeds, seedlings, aroma and agenda
of unfinished dream
those dreams matter
for seeds yet to sprout
so what
if some garden withered
painful it is
but not purposeless
failures are a proof
that gardener meant well
so what if he failed to convert every seed into a giant tree
under whose shadows
million birds will make nest and keep
sky full of wings
widely spread
happy wings of pride

like a guard
stand there
dont let any weird wave cross
the border
you have drawn
guard it well
dont complain of the birds still fly into a net
you had spread to ward them off

sensations are numbed
you pricked the needle too often
but i am getting the skin replaced
will burn this one
ash will be scattered over those mountains
where in monasteries, we prayed
for peace and order
and then as expected
all the disorder followed

sort this out

still
a brown obelisk
i have ordered it
dont bemon
nothing needs to be done
just bury me, and don’t turn back
they say resurrection can take place

i dread to think of that
but i still want you
to decorate my grave
and plant a few seedlings of black
coloured flowers
if you may

i had not thought
whatever i had bought
will be a waste
or that i will have got it in real haste

but now i realise
i have erred
the lines are blurred
sky is torn
and the
rainbow is washed out
you will not find any other colour
i hope
and that is all matters
it does
my hope
somehow
sometime

layers
after layers were peeled
when i reached your gate
and the search for the basic kernel
yielded a corroded
stone
wornout
because it had never been polished
but then molten lava had not yet finished
all your grooves can act as a mould
make it
shape it
swallow it
suck it
pluck all the cherries
tree is about shed all leaves

Pains are not the purpose
Nor will they end
By cutting the arm
Or eyes
Which bleed
It is the sensation
Of being there
When one needs no curtains
No doors
No assurance
And no balance
To weigh
What was equated
With what
Heal your ego
Feed your ego
Let it swallow
All the pain
Lest
One forgets
Pain is not the purpose
Pain can only
Be a tunnel
To pass through
Before light liberates
The joyful
Feeling of being there

Wait is almost over
Spring is too far
But the

Flowers are in bloom
Dont tighten your embrace

You remind me of your fears
You have nothing to worry tomorrow
Street is empty
Walk on
No dogs to frighten
No body to threaten
Relax
Fly
Dont ask
Why