anil gupta's blog

Equanimity is eluding me
Attachments are taking their toll
Finding it difficult to unhinge
The bonds are about to break
Just like the bow of angry Rishi
Who knows
Who will be punished
But the bow is likely to be broken

Lot of eyes which I drew
Were misread
May be because thy were moistened
And may be the sullen
Sadness hidden underneath
Caused the confusion
Not Any more
Glow in these eyes
Assures me
Sparkling lake will not destabilise your boat
Row it joyfully
Unhindered and reach the other end
Safe and sure

I have relinquished the responsibility
I had taken
To tend your garden
You can appoint a new gardener
While leaving the charge
I have sown the seeds of smiles
They will sprout soon
Butterflies will crowd the garden
You will laugh as always
And scatter all the carefree
Drops of dew
So what if there will be only a few
Flowers less
Grow
Share
Connect
With the confusion
That accompanies the monsoon
And be clear
Resolve the knots
That had tied you to the edge
Liberate and leave
Enjoy

leaves are no more
but spring is around
smile
and dance
may be the new seeds will sprout
and the
barren branches will
feel alone no more

may this pot of water
quench the thirst
of all travellers
who pass by this road
alone or together
with their friends
but if somebody tries
to break the pot
stir it to precipitate all the dust settled
at its bottom
may wisdom
dawn on him
after all,
my pot was stirred likewsie
one day
on this road,
and dust has not settled yet

energy shared
fire has engulfed
all the barn
with the dry hay
i had stored to spread on ground in wintery night
to ward off the cold
now, i will sit
around the fire
in which i have burnt
every insulation against the cold winds

The restive sprit
Struggling spring
Just move on
Don’t stop
Might not then
Fountain sprinkle any more
Drops of blood.
Oozing out of old wounds

Patience did the thing first
Persistence later
When nothing made sense
Indifference set in
Now the autumn has taken
The toll of leaves,
Pruned tree
Doesn’t augur well
The parasites over my soul
Have spread a lot
Gardner says, leave them
How else
Will I keep the contract with the spring

Doesn’t work any more
She said
And turned away
The tears tried but could not hold sway
The whispers became loud
The estuaries cried,
When boats gave way
Doesn’t work any more
She said