anil gupta's blog

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

Don’t ask questions
Because answers are known
Missing the right turns
Because of compulsions to travel
Together
Have already taken you far
Away from the crossroads
Where signposts were displayed
Don’t regret
For, the time doesn’t rescue
What is destined to dissolve
In the rain
Let the residues not bother
Let the lost turns augur
Well
For future distractions

Absorbed all the warmth in
Chilly nights when
Foggy mornings
Couldn’t dampen my glasses,
I looked up to you
For the
Solace
But the fuzzy frolics
Of dancing dew drops
Couldn’t be persuaded
I am hopeful
Still