Author: anilg

could the curtains hold all the pain

that was inflicted on those

who reveled in life

only not knowing, when will it end

when will they be slain

today we remember them

and shed tears

but the tragedy is not about who is alive

and who is dead

but the fact that justice seems to elude

many whose hurts seem to fuel

the carnage insane

fragmented needs, scattered seeds, where are you, o Kaali!

whose gardens you will destroy next

whose curtains will you put on fire next

when will your anger be quenched

whose scarifce will measure up to your quest

are you just craving for the eternal  attention

of all those who love you

and worship you

may be not, you are just a bit tired

you have found out the way

to some one’s yearning and eyes

it passes through a volcano of desires

that do not belong to this world

and are not so high

in your esteem so far

one can wait

through the prism of faith

when rainbows seem fragile

you hold to the tendril of a nervous gate

of a swan

on the bridge

over a river that is

not too steady

because glacials have melted

but the snow still covers many slopes

come and ski with me

donot worry about the cervices in the rocks

who cares

if the snow is not faithful

when rivers have dried

dont lose your way, my friend

there are lot of turns

and also some bend

in this road of life

that you have chosen with strife

now do not regret what

has beocme of your life

move, rise and stand up

again

walk steadily

and assail all the peaks

that you thought were meant

just for aside,

you have got to be

what you always have been

i am not going to complain

even when i am made the scapegoat of your failures

with the froth filled scoops

of smiles

on the boats that are afloat in water

which is about to dry

the lillies in the garden are swinging

breeze has taken a toll

of the resolve

of the rows

of  lamps in the lake

not willing to be extinguished

yet not making the breeze totally inrrelevant

they are going out of my sight

so fast, listen o breeze, why do you wish to swallow their light

tonight

–why should  a swan not ask
if the lake has dried
because she ignored it
or has the drought occurred
because tears in my eyes have dried up

the curtain is not still

so what if the breeze moves it around

may be knots in your hair braids

will not make much sound

when you walk quietly to offer flowers

to Ma kaali

and ask your wish to be fulfilled

with a fear of some unsaid  wishes too getting fulfileld

do nt keep wishes unsaid

tell Ma every thing,

she will tell you the way ahead

no matter whether remains our wishes

said or unsaid

the autumn is at hand,

leaves will fall and

trees will bare their branches soon

but the shawl of snow

that a peak

has covered itself  with

will still stay

after all, it is going to be cold

and why not be like an igloo

i am also using all the pains

to bury The pain

why will scattered rays of a lonely light,

cause so much of commotion

has a watch, still for a long time,

discovered the meaning of motion

who will understand why the travel

to a forgotten place has become so easy

you aSK ME to organise my life

but  do i have the time

The Time

for keeping things in order

and be blamed for indulgences that you do not like