Author: anilg

i still hope that miracles will happen

you will realize the folly of driving your car

by looking into the rear view mirror

or by taking cues from those  sitting in the rear

what do i do,

if i dont change my path

i will let you go in circles

without ever finding out the moorings

in your life,will i find my own  anchor

i think the time has come

to find our own ways to  move forward

but then hurting each other will not

make the journey joyful for any one of us\

why can not seeds shatter

fruits be allowed to wilt

and the island of our love be nurtured by both

as a testimony of the better days

when balloons started descending downwards
i jumped at them
wanted  to catch them,
i forgot that in the meanwhile
i had grown up
but why shoudl groing up mean\
not being able to catch
balloons

you grew a year more

without being in sync with our nature

without absorbing the generosity of time

which is testing our intentions and integrity

but then being in our thoughts and dreams,

can we forget even for a moment

how spending hardly  few minutes togther,

 is the price we have paid

for what near and dear ones's  consider

our due

meaningless are the meandering waves

so what if reflections in them are still focussed

on those stars which show me the way

in this dark  night

and propel the boat of my desires to

a shore shorn of their edges

will i  find shadows of silence some day

amidst all the crowd  

of creative urges

which propel me to epxlore and then

restrain me

like a wave which advances on shore

only to retreat and then advances again

like an oscillation

of  ossified desires

when you removed my glasses and looked into my eyes

 i did not have any reason

to hide my tears

verging to descend and roll on

but then you smiled

and i also smiled

swallowing my tears inside

i find it difficult to do so now,

why has the molten snow not flown away

glaciers have become lake

waiting for a quake to break free of their

banks

and flow

why do we wait for quakes to let these lakes  be free of their banks

you suffered

when life was tough and

 we had turned the other way

 but that season is over

now the turns on the road are

 fitted with rear view mirrors

you can watch things happening behind you

why worry then,

embark upon your life goals

life has offered you a second chance

wish your affections would have found

a safe sanctuary

but then not all seeds sown grow the  way we expect

this is my chouce after all

but are choices made by us

or do choices select us

and then we act

as they wish

for a change let me assume

that i have a choice

when the banks break,

and rivers become lake

u do not stop

and ask,why did you say

whatever u had avoided all these years

and like a fallen star,

i keep quiet

reminded of the dust

which arose

when your carriage went awayfrom my courtyard

i am now setlled

the dust has engulfed

all the leaves

of the tulsi

you had planted

in good faith

pl let me worship

it