Author: anilg

when the memories become the sandstonethe life a soothing balmone just flows with the tideabsolutely without any qualmwhen you stand there and shiver in  coldin a rainy night with nothing much to holdthe fire of one’s prayerswill keep you warm, without letting the momories be old

don’t knock, says the shadow of a grave

i will not give way

even if you remove all the weeds

around the place

do not tell me,

i have to understand

and anticipate

what is that which you crave

dont knock, says the shadow of a grave

i have seen it all

with equifinality, certitude and in jest

the hope, faith and love that you trust

will let you , after all, pave

the path of all those

who come to your door

without knocking,

without assuming

that shadows are your surety

in the game of chance

what if you donot have spears, and

are termed a knave

when the rains is about to come

clouds gather to disperse

just as the dust rises

when herds of cattle return home

and then abandons her journey

and embraces the earth

will i also now settle down

to allow termites to do their job

disintegrate me so that

next seed you sow

grows in fertile ground

and gets to absorb the rain drops

which come down

stability is suspect
when the quiver of lips holds the
key
to the door of deep
valleys of desires
but then closer you get,
the diatances multiply and
engulf the arms,
the substance of sterile
longings becomes the chalk
with which you write
on black board of destiny

 

Deewaron mein dararon mein,

bina seemaon ke majhdharon mein

Tum ne liya hai janam,

o, jiddi pedh ab aur mat badho,

 kahin rahi kuchi deewar bhi na toot jayey

Chhat to hai nahin,

Ek bhram angan ka na mit jayey

Kuchh yaadein garbh mein hi so jayey

To achha hota hai

Unki jadey agar badti hai

To phir koi poochhata nahin,

kya yuhin sab kuchh bikhar jayeye

 

 

do not wish away the burden of better times

do not erase the claism of forgotten chimes

of a temple far away

Kali was upset that you had prayed there too often in past

her sense of fairness will compel her to answer my wish

but will she be happy that i prayed

while reading the “the atlas of an impossible longing”

i was amazed as to why did tongue always went

where the tooth ached

as the author roy averred

and then realized, may be she had seen

how the memoryscape  always revealed

those peaks which had remained unassailed

in mind or  otherwise

kyun achanak, kuchh paal itney bhaari ho gayey

wo na boley, aur ham kya kuchh samajh gayey

kisee ummeed ko palney ki shart na kubool ho

is lieye kadmon ke nishano khud kuchh dhumil se ho  gayey

aaj bahut mayus sa ho gaya hai, lagta hai koi hamsafar

kya kareyn, tanhaion ne kasam di hai,

khud jo ham apney aap se door ho gayey

How will it matter

if I can touch or feel

the surface of the slate

            on which you  write

            instrunctions  for time to fellow,

            I may not even be able

            to Smell, the aroma of an

            early morning dew,

            | may not see the colours

            of the  rainbow in your

                                    eyeys,

            when they are sparkled,

            But my incapacity

            can not determine

            the depth

                                    ‘to which one can

                                    measure

                                    the hope of finding

            Some water, in a dry parched land,

                        I can try, melt, dissolve

                        and disintegrate

                        so that I can fertilize

                        the bed

                        in which you sow, the seeds

 

                                    of your hope, faith and music

dhumil sa basant, ek safed barf ki dali,

kuchh rang, kuchh paridhan, aur uskey aaney ki gadhi;;

baichain mainey bitayey, bahut pal, yuhin,  kai bar,

lekin seencha hai, har bar, yuhin maney apni jado ka aitbar;;

kisee ke anchal mein, ug aayi hai, meri aastha ki ekbel is ghadi

uskey kaanto mein na fans jayey, aanchal mein liptey taro ki ladi;;

jao bahut door, itna ki, na dikh payey meri aankho ki chamak

swapno main failo, raundo ret ke gharondey, taaki baaki rahey yadon ki mahak;;