Author: anilg

I had   never admitted

All the  lies I told

You, my son for so long

That it did not matter, what

You said, or did

It actually mattered a lot,

Always did. So deeply it did

That I now keep a diary of

All the days and nights

I hid

My tears from you

But not from your mother

Who still wonders why things

Small and big

Make me cry,

Just does not know, still

Why

when you took to walking on a path untreaded

i had not known

the trail will be so long

i tried and then abandoned,

it took me always away from wherever i wanted to go,

can paths turn on their own

differently for different travellers

it seems so

silences sprouted in my garden yesterday

i had not sown the seeds

but then i did nuture spaces

in which the seeds of silence could  grwo

now that they are here, i might as well

nourish them

who knows when there is long interlude

between  the rain spells

the flowers of forgetfulness on these plants

might spread their fragrance

and enable me to forget that

i was waiting for such a long time for

a sound that has now gone underground

do not ask me to slow down, o boatman, now

let me sink in the river

why are you asking me to stop

and return

lest i sink

when you were seeing me pleading with you

to give me a boat with a hole

i could then have sunk slowly,

now, let me go my way

in the middle of the stream

where she loses a concern

for any thing that does not follow her commands

the rain this time could not wash all the stains

that had stuck to the walls of my home

i scrubbed all of them

and hoped that lashes of rain

will do the rest

but it seems

these stains dont dissolve in water,

which is so pure

how do i tell the sky

to sprinkle acidic rain

on my house

so that my walls could be clean

may be i have to live with these stains

as a gift of time

when i did not belong here, or there

a knock on the door

a quivering  sound of bumblebee

a rush of a stream struggling with a stone,

too big to dissolve

unsure, whther it should give way

or just remain firm to endure

the splashes of the stream

unwilling to ensure

it stays there

and not letting stone decide

if it should  not really care!

do not bandon grind stone

why so many poems have been written today

there is no reason,

why should poems need a reason

why should one need to go through the grind

to understand the need for patience

after all learning without persistence is not possible

when has the grindstone complained

of all the grains it has powdered

some times very fine, some times coarse

i am getting old

and the grains remain coarse

will you abandon the grind stone just for that

ask yourself

when night will be no more

the clouds will cover the day no longer

light will be there

al around

and birds will take over the ground in my house

i will feed them but only some of them

some will not come

some will not chirp

the squirrels will explore and then leave all the crumbs

of stale bread

like my dreams, half eaten by moths

and remaining burried in the compost pits

for termites or earthworms to savour

all the icebergs have melted away

alll my excuses of surprises have gone away

i can not claim any more

that the tip is visible and a lot remains

unsaid, unseen and unexpored,

all is exposed

i am bare

leave me or accept as i am

in a pool of clear ater withoyt any salt

it will not even remind o fmy brackinsh tears

you can have no excuses to remember either

ek swar spasht kyun nahin suna jaata ab

kyun koi door se awwaaj dekar

mujhey neend se nahin jagata

kya sabhi pakshi so gayeyn hain

ya unhey kisee saanp ki chhavi ne dara diya hai

lekin merey baag mein to

saanp bhi kisee ko nahin dasta

aao, phir se shor machao,

meri need ko bhagao

wo jo so rahi hai, usko bhi uthao

lekion abhi nahin, thoda aaram karney do usko

bahut thaki hai

meri duaon se uski raah pati hai

shayad kal jab woh uthegi

subah kuchh alag hogi

ghaas par aus ki boondo ki chadar bichhi hogi

aur shakhaon par pedo ki

aus ke bandanwar hogi

uska swagat karney ko

hawayen uska haath pakdengi

aur kisee swar ki goonj phir sun sakunga

jo bhi bhoola tha, usko yaaad kar

main phir thoda ji sakunga