anil gupta's blog

together we heard the beats
of a reverberating
life
inside the spears
you pierced into the fallen heroes,
moistened corners of eyes
you did not want to see
imposing smiles
on the masks,
hiding the wailing wintery night
as if the stars were stolen
and the sky was laden with footprints
of all the pilgrims
who lost their way,
why not take a step backwards
and embrace the trunk of a tree
which might bear leaves after autumn
if nourished with hopes
faith
and sights you deny to yourself

counterpoise is trying
to serve the time
water reflects all the fatigue of
time
you can lift it, if you wish
bending your back,
like a devotee in front
of a brutal lord
you pray that some body will listen to your woes
but today the flow
will not be tamed
lest their indifference
gets named
and then comes around
a windmill from far
filling a cup
filled with soup of love
the east to west
wind blows
but why do we still
not close the doors
through which enter
the hatred and distaste
sapping all the vapours
of assimilation and brotherhood

a moment
trapped
on the altar of a small rock
is now free
to fly
but where is the wind
or for that matter storm
which can sweep the leaf away
from its stubborn
resolution
to stay where it wishes
but the wishes
are no more in command
and the leaf stays there
moment is emptied
slowly
slowly

o! vain climber,
now that tree is drying out
slowly
why not find a new abode
but you will not listen
you will not
and the tree will learn to wear
green shawl
thanks to your embrace
in a wintery night
and autumn of extinguished aspirations

Beeps of sound
A broken mound
Lost the way
Don’t please hound
Said the squirrel
Smiling and peaceful
Full of hope and energy
Derived from denuded hills
Planted with bushes and trees
Burnt house
An avalanche unannounced
Just be there
Don’t stand and stare
Absorb the kindness
Release the radiation
From the kernel
Of a fallen fruit
Lest squirrel will claim
What it only can save
For regenerating the forest
After it succumbs to fire

saanso ka bun kar ek sapna
tumney kyun udhar diya itna
karj se bhari ho gaya daaman
mit gaya bhram, bhar gaya man

flow
flow as ferociously as you can
sweep the stars
denude the sky
break the banks
but dont mind
if some pebbles remain unpulverised
that is the way they are made
nothing will ever
break the spirit of those rocks, and pebbles
will you keep flowing
till you meet
the rocks you can pulverise, may be

what more could a brach without leaves do
except to offer itself as a fuel
to keep your house warm
by burning in the uncovered oven

or to be hacked into pieces
for being composted to let flowers
in your garden bloom

may the white ants ride on the waves
of smoke rising towards the sky
spare the beams of your citadel
lest it crumbles by its own weight

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