anil gupta's blog

fractured light
has no license to heal
the light has been released
from the cage
and it is time it travels
to far off stars
and
the blue sky
dont lose a moment any more
grab all the grace
time offers to
forget the fractured light
which any way
has no license to heal

anil

i will stand by the window
and wait
light is still there
colours are bright
sounds loud
dance is about to begin
let us go

a meaningless hope
a vain walk
nothing is left
to settle
sediments are unable
to persuade the banks
of a river to collaborate
it has flown away
now
dry bed is being dug
sand is being carried far away
to build a grave
of all the lost smiles
flower vase is still there
where you kept
just that flowers have dried
but they still look nice
i plan to keep them that way

i understand
all the spontaneity
all the selfless shower
of grace and love
of wrinkle free mornings
and fear free dawns
i understand
the need for limitless bond
and a desire to live in the moment
dancing elephants
buried small ants
and a whisper
that is no more heard
i understand

what do colours mean really
a moment of joy
a bench spread on a lonely beach
a shadow which no more comforts
or a ripple that reflects a sun which is setting slowly

sprockets of silences
have worn out
the smiles have been sown again
spring is not too far
will we let the earthworms pulverize the soil
will the fire remain smoldering in the hearth of
benign lakes of eloquent
expression of prayers

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

It’s true that I asked
Why should not I
When we know the limits
Are reached
We can give up
We can try
We can ask
I asked
Why should not I

Don’t strain
Let the tea leaves float in the cup
I don’t mind
A few leaves
But a clear tea
Is an illusion
I can do without

Loosened nuts
Bolted blues
The smiles are switched
The sadness has sublimated
Why are you silent
Why suffer alone
Why let old pains revive
Why seek solace in silences buried
Under
multitude of layers
Of skin
Just have a renewal of seasons
Tantrik Rituals
Will seal the cracks in the
Clouds of careless
Caresses
Created by the vapours
From the hot soup
I made for you
Here
There
Somewhere