Author: anilg

it did not matter

if the wait was in vain or not

so long as i tried

and you tilted a few branches of the  tree

in your garden

from which i could  pluck a few fruits

and offer them in the temple

behind your house

so that you could pray

and say

will you still assert

your sanity

or by losing track of it, dissolve yourself

in my arms and become a moment

devoid of any vanity

mujhey kise uljhan mein mat dalo

mujhse atankit bhi mat ho

kisee trishna ka poshak to main nahin ban paya

par kai baar pighalti  barf ki tarah kaanpa hun

koi bhanp na ley, is liyey audh kar ek kambal bhari sa

bahut saarey ankahey khyalon ka mantra jaanpa hun

dekha hai kisee badal ko

safed ret mein liptey huey

mano kisee sant ne

kee ho shankar ki upasana

maut ke alingan me

kaise upjegi wasna

tum aahat mat ho,

kshitiz ko ghulney do

mit jaayengey jab sab kshana

aur unkey paon ke wah sab chinha

jinko dekh dekh wishpan karney ko hi to  koi aaya tha

usko bhram tha, ki usko tumhey hi bulaya tha

kuchh khayal aisa bhi hai

jiska hisab kuchh waisa hi hai

jaisey kisee ped par amarbel ghani ho gayi ho

kisee ki khwahish ki chhaya mein ek  ummed pal gayi ho

usk dhyan rakho, usko ahat mat karo

lekin amarbel ka hisab bhi to dena hai

jo bhi liya hai udhar us se, usko usey may sud dena to hai

to phir pran tyag do,

chhaya ko baha do nadiya mein

chalo kisee pahad ki choti par

ab jaakar baith jayeyn

jo bhi na kah payey, usko waha jakar gayey

when did i say, i  was not here

did i appear so busy with trivia or was it just the vanity

which prevented me to indulge in a small talk

i am not sure

the irrelevance of what we are

only becomes apparent when

we  are not what we want to be

so be just as you are

and be there where you are

for the presence of spirit

does not need containers of life

nor of any expectation

do not ask me what did pilgrim seek

when she went to the door of forsaken deity

atop a hill

so far away

i only have seen the beautiful weeds

growing in the depressions of her footsteps

in which morning dew had gathered

when the hues change
blues amidst the orange name
what is there in greens galore
some, spread your scarf
under my shadow, o traveller alone
who knows wind may blow
fast again\
some fruits may fall in your lap
wittingly or otherwise
but with no one to blame

you complain when i remain silent

you miss my voice

my words full of inanities

my gestures

signifying

surrender

but why do you miss me

i am around

all the time

in every smile

that you see

on any face

without rancour

without expectation of any reciprocity

KaLi  my offerings are still small

but every time you accepted these

these became large

today when i am unable to enter your temple

not because the doos is locked

but because i am lame

i offer you these flowers

just a few fallen flowers

accept these

i did not pluck these

because you like the nature as it is

rhythm of life is random

said the strings on your sitar

but i could not have  come to your door

if the method in the madness of the melodies

had not been so systematically devastating

i am not worried

that the randomness underlying your moods

has given way now

but i am curious to know

why do you remain so unsettled

always when you are about the ride the boat

in the sea of  uncertainties