anil gupta's blog

Don’t dissolve
All the salt
Lest it resembles tears
Hard to swallow
And harder to let flow
Just dance
Sing
And absorb the momentary
Joy
In being oneself

when teachers come to the class
they dont always know if all the students are meant to be there
they share what they know
doubts, dissonance, and disbelief
but do they always succeed
no, they can not do better than
what a carpenter does
who is asked to shape the wood
which has many eyes
hard woods in eyes
is not easy to smoothen
but the teacher tries
sometimes he fails
and sometimes he cries
but he never easily gives up
but can he make any difference
when students loosen their grip
on the time
he tries
and no, he no more cries
he also does not always smile
even if he is allowed to smile
he knows that those smiles were stolen once
and replaces with sighs
of deep distrust,
now, well, now

he wants to teach
and forget the rest

sunao kuchh shabd asiey, ki man behley
jo bhi rukey hueyen hain barso se
andar hi andar, aansoo wo bhi behley
sunao

kami to na thi kisee baat ki, phir shikayat kaisee
koi karz bhi nahin manga, to phir kifayat kaisee
jo tha, wo diya, phir kya ab, unkahi saari baat kehley
sunao

tum chup rahi, jab bhi mainey bahut se galatiyan ki
dard ko aanchal mein chhupa, apne baalon ki khushboo di
apni saaree bhoolon ki saza, chalo mil kar poori kar ley
sunao

Those who thought
They could relax
Expect me
Tax my inner reserve
Of whatever breaths
Saved
From fast pace moments
Of intertwining of creeper and a tree
Now who doesn’t need a warm embrace
Slow
Subtle
And full of grace
But then the time for those
Gazes Is over
Let me close my eyes
Or move them away
Don’t ask why, where
Will my gaze stay
It is here
Now
Deep inside
To give their due
Who heave a sigh
Will this idol
Also have feet of clay ?
Will my gaze
Really stay
Still
In wait of the
Surrender of a storm
To a quiet fall
OF a Milky Way
Don’t ask
Don’t say

Understand why
I can not pray
That you stay

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For many days
You have been asking
If I have time time
To sit with you
To take a cup of tea
And I remain occupied with my chores
I love to be lazy
Really
But then so many souls
Expect me to strive
And their expectation
Often drive
Me
Crazy
I want to be lazy

Don’t argue
With gardener
He will give you leaves
Of all the pain killers
He planted years ago
To absorb the pain of all suffering
Souls but don’t expect him
Anymore
To allow the little rivulet
Flowing through the garden
To be dammed for filling
The pond for you to swim

You still have to
Understand
Gardner is obliged
To nurse
The wounded sparrows
Even if it means
Letting some flowers dry
Or your pond not getting filled

He is not free to let his
Personal preferences
Prevail
Over the needs of sprouts
Of sustainable serenity
All around

Swollen river
Flood is furious
But can’t let waves takeover
Desert of desires,

How else will river flow
If banks betray
The promise of persistence

Living is possible
Only when survival becomes
Impossible
Why do we then just survive

”
”

Twilight zone
Faith betrayed
Why complain
Just survive

Fragmented garden
How do I permit
Sowing of nursery
Play with flowers
Already in bloom

when the morning dew
soaks your feet
you feel the coldness of the air more
not much can be done
the bricks that we made
together were baked in a cold hearth
they are not strong enough
so, we have to dig a new clay pit
find a better mould
and new source of firewood
may be we do some time
when you have walked away in search of bricks
morning dew
will still be cold
but not so cold