anil gupta's blog

Brown tweets
Yellow sweets
Don’t know
Why doubt
The shadow now meets

Blossom o little flower, blossom,
Sunshine is yours
Whole sky is yours
So what if a few clouds
Don’t obey your commands
You must generously
Spread your aroma
In the midst of storms
Untenable norms
Your own
Unedifying forms
Fly
Blossom
Grow

when a tired road started walking
and a walker got tired

when drops did not dry
but the dried surface of water in your cup got wet

storms in the cup
with left over filtered coffee
have caught up
with my dreams
busy proofreading the drafts
but not fast enough
why am i slow or
i wasnt slow enough

ah!!

so much spaces left uncovered
why does gardner mow the lawn
so smooth
why can he leave some grass uncut

his concept of work and mine are very similar
we both leave what we must not
and end up doing what others could

thank you
do thank me everytime
i clean the cups in the corridor
and bring water to wash all the stains left on my glasses

Bruises need not be counted
They are not in currency any more
Who tilts which oar how much
Only a sinking boat knows
Who else
You have lost
The ability
To be surprised by the
Goodness
Of the sea in storm
Be quiet
Pay homage
To a ship
Anchoring for the moment
In betrayed waters
Torn shores
Eroded lighthouse base

when whispers reached
your ears
you turned back to see
if it was pliable reed
singing the story
that was buried under its roots
or was it a

raindrop
that forgot to keep
company with others of its kind in the clouds

a lone lilly
in my garden
is a testimony
to the tears
that irrigated
all the cherries
that are blooming now
far away
around a lake
where i had walked
when all the trees were in bloom
but now a lone lilly
is quietly
helping me
sustain my hope
that other seedlings
will not grudge its bloom

those moments,
fallen leaves
walk through a jungle
and then suddent sight
of an embrace, natural,
but aren’t embraces always natural
perhaps not,
when accounts are settled

then these could
only be an entry
in a double entry book
of accounts
who did what
but nothing natural
manifests then,
walk
slowly
i have told you so many times,
walk slowly
as if you really intend to catch up
no, nobody can catch up
in this walk
i have to walk alone
o, tree
did you also try to walk
in this jungle once
and then you could not leave
your shadow
thats why
this embrace
ah!

A Dried leaf at my door waited in vain
for a whiff of air
that might blow it
in your hair

but then leaves are destined to decompose
unless they are saved in the intimate folds
of a book
of stories
which narrate
how in market of IOUs,
accounts of every touch, feel and smell
are displayed

may be my breaths are slow enough
to to let this leaf
lie there
for a while
till
more curses
in places of caresses pile

A river was flowing
Happily
Then suddenly an earthquake
Fractured its base
It got drained
Completely
Now that clouds hover in the sky
It is reconciling to
Flow again
So what if
Only intermittently

washed the cups of coffee
drained the leftovers,
sedimented truth
of life
will not become compost so soon,
but one has to keep trying
aroma of the coffee will stay
stains on the fragile scarf may not stay
i will do with what stays
and live without what goes away
isnt that one rule of life
which will keep us sane?
prayers will accompany the stains
drains
and the multitudes of life
which
work on the leftovers to let
them manure
the trees under which you may
save yourself
from scorching sun and some fatigue