anil gupta's blog

wish the storms knock
the doors ajar
little opening is retained
same way
as refracted rays dance
through cracks in thatched roofs
of a beggar on a shore
with no givers
but a lot of gifts
washed ashore

filtered light asked the tree
what will i get in return of the
glow on your leaves
tree smiled
and said,
will not honest reflections make you happy?

there was a heavy flood
many trees fell down
some of them are still under water
some have dried out
their roots are letting white ants
undertake new architectural missions
some trees have withered away
isnt it good that their leaves have become the feed
of the fishes
which will now swim to shores far away
beyond the oceans
whee small ships only anchor

Erase all those pages
which we painted together,
Don’t keep any back up
The sea is in turmoil
Who knows
When will tsunami arise
And swallow the bunds
And eliminate all banks

Tender touch
Insistence on truth
Weakened resolutions
Excuses for excursion
Why

Tearful night,
unspoken words,
sparkling lies,
trapped truth

Swollen knees,
punctured leaves,
smiling skies,
undecided fences
, don’t come close
, stars are falling

Fallen hills,
wrinkled smiles,
ever observant eyes,
broken teeth,
looks a bit wry