anil gupta's blog

Don’t clap too hard
Adulations dig deep
Like a dagger with blunt edges
You can not imagine the pain
Of living under the light
Of a lamp post so high
So bright
So convex
And yet leaving dark patches of darkness
Within my heart
You can hide in this darkness
Unexplored
In awoken
From the slumber after a tiring day

From whom should I save myself
Should I save at all
I thinks savings generate fear, you are afraid of losing what you save
I have no savings
I cnt lose anything
I m cured of fear
Am I

U tell me
To save myself
Ah,

Cracks are inevitable
If the seed has to sprout
How else will coat give way
Darkness is a promise
Light is a betrayal
Unauthorised and yet pregnant
With meaning unexplored

silence is serene
dont shout, said the little bird
not knowing that she was shouting
why was she not listening to herself
the cleavages in the rocks of a steep climb
were deep enough
for a climber to fall in them
but small steps, slowly
prevented that
now, when cliff is near
why fear final assault
just go for it
just
go
for
it

broken cup
scattered reflections
a train detoured
morning welcomes birds
like every other day
but why is black myna so sullen
today
what is that which hasnt splashed
when you threw box of colours all around
why did not y clothes get splintered with colours
dont save me
dont save colours
just spread them around

What are the stars saying,
where are the chimes playing,
who is listening to the knocks on door,
who is keeping the temple clean?

Musings of a mountain,
play of a pheasant,
the wings were open,
where did the wind go?

with in the corridors of creative pursuits
i had failed to locate the sediments of silliness
now that i have betrayed my friend
the one who told me never to cry
when the stillness of the moment
squeezes the clouds of all the moisture,
leaving the vapors like dried tears,
i may dissolve all the expectations
and just lie down at the feet
of Ma kaali
hoping not to be forgiven

i dug deep to find the pearls
which of course, i would not store
but the heart of a rock
could not be stirred so easily
and then it gave way, let the river flow
may be it will need no dams,
it will flow to new shores
in the twilight zone of tropics and the temperate
may be that is what means the turning of tide,
dont ask, why smile scan not hide
all the pain
all the tensions
that help in converting
all the fallen leaves into manure
so that you can be sure
you can be sure

when the vessel gets empty
it loses its weight
floating on the surface,
it doesnot miss any shore
or the memories of the yore,
like a rolling stone, it moves and stops and rolls again
why would you fill it
with nectar of your flowers
go, flourish in the gardens where spring is still alive,
soil is deep and lot of birds thrive
why try to fuill
an empty vessel
not sure, it will retain,
given all the cracks
waiting to widen their chasm

When the scattered
Clouds
And broken strings
Don’t resonate Any more
The cracked shells
Help in peeling the crest
Over the frozen lake
In whirlpool I lost all the smiles
But then a volcano promises
To unravel
The mysteries
Of an unknown path
Through woods of Woolley eyes
Moistened and heavy
With tears in memory
Of the days
That were good
But are no more
Why do I promise them a boat
In the turbulent sea
That will carry them through
All the storms
And the tsunami of trust
Thrusted on your way
Now you will walk quietly
And umbrella of white clouds
Will pave your sky
With dreams you we’re afraid to see
So long
But no more