anil gupta's blog

silence was expected
but there is a huge chaos
may be divine blessings will be
showered now
morning will promise
that dew sparkles
all the aspirations
of those who have been denied their due
for centuries
language
will not reveal
but sounds will codify
how the declaration of redemption takes place
forgive them,
for they are not
here to stay
they will turn the tide
for those who stand by the
fallen stars in the ocean of
vain pursuits

emptiness helped the fresh air to gush in
how else would have i realised
what was stifling the clouds to disperse
and let light fall on saplings planted recently
but now there is no anxiety
no chaos
no accountability to the
torn curtains
and moth eaten
frames with worn out photos
there is a renewed promise
to pursue
the path
which will not be deflected
any more
even if you pave it with smiles
all the way

Safar Kitna Bhi kyun mushkil na hua,
jindagi par yakeen agar bas badta Gaya,
Duayen keejiyen thodi to shayad toofan nibte,
waise naon ke mastool mein paiband Kya kam hain

no matter how difficult was the journey
my faith on life has been increasing nevertheless
pray a bit, may be it will help in settling the storm
though the mast of the boat has many holes already, though patched up

words
like envelops
clothe ideas
but do they mask the feelings
or uncover the healing
process
set in by storms
unabated

why do i see clear fractures
despite cloudy vision
today
why can not i have patience
why should molten lawa
be cast in the hopes of my dreams
now, here
why
cant it just flow and acquire its own shape
some how, some time,
let me let all loose
except reins on my
own dreams

dont squat in my way
said the pilgrim
but she did not listen
so he tried to pass her over
and then a dilemma arose
will his prayers be accepted in the temple
to where he was headed,
if he did not listen to every devotee on the way
but if he listens,
will he be able to walk,

so many remembrances of injustice,
so many homages
will one more prayer flag
please you
o Ma Kaali
i can install it here
just now
but i will not do
that will complete the ritual

and that is the problem
completed rituals are forgotten
till its anniversary
i want you to remember it
and suffer every day
will you?

broken glass
of a window
through which a shared vision
no more stands united
fragments have been scattered
by your insistence on
having them obey
your command
of falling all on my side
now that when i walk on them
and my feet bleed
dont offer solace
punishment is due
and will be undergone,
depressive melodies
silent sparkles
few words unconnected
to meanings
that lie wrapped
in the blood
that has oozed from the soles of my feet
dont trace these steps
the way may beguile you
into believing that this journey
has an end in sight
but it has not
and you are not responsible
no body is

when you got up
from a deep slumber
the other day
you did not rub your eyes
it seemed as if you were awake inside
even if your body slept
and the curtains also
did not indicate
any sign of light creeping into your room
but you still had enough light
may be the crystals in your earrings were sparkling
may be the glow of your spirit was illuminating the room
may be
but why had the darkness in my heart not disappeared still
why did i lack faith
in the invincible light
and lingering aroma
of an extinguished lamp
in which burnt the oil of flowers
growing in your garden,
which used to be mine too
once

dont feel tired, said the black cat to the squirrel
you have to go far
very far
so far that i may not even be recognisable
if ever i cross your way
remember to ignore
that
unlike many superstitious people
i know
you will rather wish
that i cross your path time and again
so that all the bad omens come your way
and you can stay where you are
but that is not what i wish
so walk on,
walk on