anil gupta's blog

vain rain
it is no pain
sing, dance
celebrate the cloud bursts
but dont remain
in cocoon of contrived
excuses
to smile
when one should really be crying
why do we cheat ourselves
why do we cross the bridge of naivete
why can not we respect
an authentic search
for meaningful
reciprocity
O! Mother Kaali
why are you testing basic faith
in fundamental
goodness
why
the clouds are drained
is the pain vain?

As if to prove
That my paints will not stick
You broke the rainbow
I tried hard
But will to have one’s way
Can sway
All the winds
Away
Punctured sails
Leaking boat
Broken rainbow and
Soluble paints
Nothing is allowed to work
May be Phoenix is determined to melt it’s wings

gaanth thodi dheeli si baandhi to hoti
hawaon ki marji se
kisee bujurg darji se
silkar kisee sukoon ki chaadar
apney anchaal mei us par,
koi awara si kavita paali to hoti
gaanth thodi dheeli si baandhi to hoti

moon weathers
quietly
the splashes of the darkness

don’t ever assume
the frustrated waves will ever break the
boundaries of glistening ball
with which winds played yesterday, till yesterday
but may have lost their way now

moon still shines
over every seedling
of love and compassion,
can it help if seeds that sought
refuge under asymmetric meanings
methods
means
are not spawned
can it, really?

leaves fallen
pink sky
purple eyes
swollen are the gates
reprimands flew
like flames from funeral pyre
strange smell
but then thats how
every touch when entered
in a double entry book of records
becomes an IOU

full (REd) moon
( has it fallen from the sky)
clouded window
rays refracted
waking alone
cup of coffee in office
slowly sipped
why did i let it cool a bit
what happened to the taste for
sizzling hot brew
may be the burns are still intact
may be the blisters betray
the trust, the cool
ice cubes had,
in my ability to hold the glass quietly
in hand for long
but that is all over
fingers are numb
lips quiver a lot
brew is not boiling
and the
ripples in the lake have reached
the
other end

shades of truth are not easy to paint
looking for alibi for assault
in the same breath
in which search for peace is mounted
is not being truthful

bahut saarey toofano se gujar ke aaj aaya hun

kisee shikayato ke pahado se chhalang laga
kar aaj aahat hua hun

lekin bhaganey se shikayetey door nahin hoti kabhi
kisee ke jhhooth ya sach ke bhram se
kisee tarajoo ka insaaf taya nahin hota
jo bhi ho
jaisa bhi ho
mitney ki lagan se hi
baadal baras paata hai
barso
mito
ghul jao
sama jao
kisee bhi shikayat se door
kisee laanchan se door
bas ho jao
purnata ki aahuti

swollen silence
the walk through the maze
of prudence
threats
have not worked yet
but remind me of all
those moments
which were
as if
crafted without the potters wheel
who had moved the wheel
who had pounded the clay
could i alone bake the pots
in which you drank
your heartful?

keep an eye
on me
who knows when do i slip away
from the sane zone into
insanity
what you call normal world