Author: anilg

i was tiling the flower bed
to be ready to sow the seeds
and then it rained torrentially
flooded bed would not let
any seed germinate now,
may be i should now make boats of the paper
on which we played tick tac toe

when do we convert
our yearnings into a devotion
O mother Kaali
when do our expectations become
empty of all desires
when do we have not to say any thing
and only hear
in silence

taming the tenor
of the strings
that were to resonate with all their might
with the music of the drops
of rain, some sane
some insane

no matter where you will be
or are
no matter what you have done or
will do
remember just this,
walking along a few steps
towards the base of a steep climb
was never harder
then when it was to leave
bags of memories behind,
but what else will i carry on the cliff
when i reach there,
who will witness the breeze that high
ligher air
heavier breaths,
who can ever remember then
the colour of twinkle in your eyes
that will close my eyes
and ask me to just keep quiet
surrender and never again
to fight,
please forgive if i can not say
or do enough
but can i say,
i will not feel enough

dont measure
dont rank
dont hang it on the wall
dont frame
dont celebrate
dont wait for the call

whenever the dust settles

whenever the glacier melts

some breeze will flow
cold, dusty and may be like a whirlpool
dont look for leaves of jasmine
getting hung in your hairs
go and plant a jasmine seedling
somewhere in a corner of nowhere
who knows if storm happens to pass by that road

serenity swirled
silence performed
you danced on the cliff
i fell in your eyes

dont rain now,
let some stains stay
like the marks of meaningless meanderings
or meaningful encounters
of strong storms with the rocks
that are no more very strong
weathered over the years
are willing to fertilize the fields in the valley,
will you please let flowers grow amidst cacti
and hurt me, as and when they pelase,
let some blood ooze
let some pain engrave
its impressions
on my eyelids
may be i will not see again
the red rows of cherries
lest i squeeze them
or the time swallows the delta of a river

big eyes
like a wide open window
let lot of what they see, in
and then there i hear, deep sighs
big eyes

they see a lot
but observe nothing, she argues,
may be rightly, you see
but then i feel, will i let her just be
big eyes

one day when they close
you may still remember,
the bright twinkle in there
but by then, who knows, who will care,
big eyes

dont blame the stones
lying on your way
turned by the storm last night,
these might hurt your feet
but then pl remember,
they are still here
because they are
locking each others’
journey

when we come in each others; way
we may save ourselves
but then we dont move
choice is ours, whether we give way
or stay put
both destinies have love and limits
strange, can love have limits?
but then without boundaries
all the water in the lake
will evaporate quickly
decide, how long you want to be there

a cloud burst
when it could not contain all the moisture
evaporated from some eyes
having drained all the water
it has declared drought
no rain
no clouds
parched land
devoid of seeds
the deep gorge
where a river flew earlier
now is a ravine,
on hearing this
the godess of a gifted sky
said,
amen!