Author: anilg

And some will just cope
 
 
How does one eat the nut
Without breaking the shell
I am the shell
And you have a choice,
Break the shell and have my spirit
Or keep me intact and lose
Access to the core
You can also sow the nut in the ground
Let the sprout
Grow
And disperse me in the air
Through the pollens
Of persistent hope
Some will dry, some will fertilize
And some will just cope
With the resolve of time
To consign the creative force
Of every seed
to an uncertain  field
where birds will find it too far
shadows will be thin
but the kernel will not be elusive
if you decide to let
it be

tumney ab rakha hai nayi duniya mein kadam

aur bahut si pabandiyon ke beech

ek nayi swantrata ko racha hai

chalo ab is nayi rachna ki seemaon ko

paribhashit na karey

har paribhasha kuchh na kuchh kam kar deti hai

jo bhi uplabdhiyan thi jeevan ki

unke par kat deti hai

chalo uplabdhiyon ki hod se parey

kuchh naya banayey

jo ab tak nahin paya , uski chinta karey bina

jo hai usee ka parv manayey

Muskurahto mein meri kyun dhundey tumney

Suman, sneha dhara mein behtey huey

Kaunsa swapn kis gantvya ki aur prerit kab se tha, bas tha

Kaise kahun, kis tehni par kaunsa ghaunsla bas basa tha, tha

Tumney kyun dhundey merei baaton mein, sahaj swaron ke arth

Kyun laga di, artho ki pabandi merey shabdo par

Ab wo stabdh se, sehme sey, khadey hain bahar

Jao dwar kholo aur dekho, kis tarah baad si aa gayi hai

Un nadiyon mein jinkey kinarey par naav dali thi tumney

 inti aas se, itney apekshaon ki mitti se gadha tha ghat tumney

us ghaat par ab prateeksha  kyun karo

jao, sira do merey sabhi shabd diyon ki tarah

sundar lagegi diyon ki katareyn

behti swapno ke lau le aayegi baharey

un sabhi ki aankhon mein

jinki pararthano mein sirf nistabdh aaradhana ka bodh hai

kisee abhilasha ka koi arth unhey door tak bhi chhua nahin hai

aaon unhi pararthano mein ghul jayeyen

kisee diye ki lau na ban paye 

to kamse kam,

uski manjil tak janey ki lehar hi ban jaayen

 
You so deftly handle
The impending storms
Navigate swiftly through the net
Of slowly  sprouting desires
Lest these entrap you
And in the process, make subtle
Signs that queer the pitch
for any one who
May wish to try his luck
in the unsettled waters

do I care
if those who I nurtured
do not any more
devote their time and attention
to take care of the dreams
that we saw together,,
if those dreams are so fragile
that they will grow in the palms
of only  those who put the manure
in the garden, tilled, tended and fenced,
 
then may be they do not deserve to grow
if they cannot grow like the
seeds of weeds, yes, the so called dry weeds
flowing around with wind
sprouting any where they like
let my dreams be strong enough to
fly, any where they wish
ignoring my desires and cries
if they cannot defy
they will never reach the sky

you may keep us away

from the shadows of

your lovely sprout

lest we bless in person

and who knows

make him rebel against

the beautiful garden that

you laid out for him thinking that

it is all that makes

flowers soft and subtle and sure

of a healthy future

wish it was true

why will storms test the mountains

and why will rocks defy the streams

and why will tiny creepers on the

tall trees reach the sun and the moon

to just prove their will

think again

think again

before the blessing start showing results

and your sprout is

not following your dictates any more

detatched spirit is not always

divorced of serene feelings of fulfillment

but then imagine a horse

if it fell in love with a pasture, green though it is

will it ever gallop enough

to acquire the stamina

needed to reach far

such that you rever him

praise him, love him

fondle him and bless him

are not the distances

necessary to create the bonds between

what is and ought to be

moments of truth

are accessible in poetry

perhaps more often

since rhythm of life

do not  tie themselves  in knots

of reason or certainty of prose