Author: anilg

dont whitewash this wall again
let the stains stay
it is true to its history that way,
let the stains stay

why did you call me other day
when i had no hopes left
and there was no reason to say
what you said, unhesitatingly, your way
yes, just your way, u will complain
for what could not be done, how hard he tried,
but be as it may
i will still try, you will not sense it,
i will still try, and pray
no matter what you say
i will still and pray

why has autumn set in already
is spring too far this time,
will lake like
or the sky will spike
chances of any tsunami
breaking out of banks
no matteer how strong
will the waves measure
the depth of the anchor
by breaking the ship

Kaali

you have wetted all the curtains of my house
wind was already cold, now it is humid too,
as if all the tears
have evaporated and dissolved
in the breaths that you take

why should sad music surprise you
dont we let silence speak
in the moment of sadness
can we not hear, feel and perhaps
touch the breaths
that are so far apart
and yet are dissolved in the same sky
that has teh clouds
which rained today
albiet slowly, hesitatingly

when blossoms bloom in your garden
waves gather all the foam of fame
that boats had sought
quietly
when storms had resolved to publicise
but now in obscurity of oblong shadows
you are sulking
and moistened leaves
of diary are
refusing to even turn easily

scaffolding of weak creepers
strong trunks
flowing river
eroded banks
when will u ask and say
what resonates in your corridor
of conscience

may be you have heard it, is that why you are silent

does flood serve no purpose?
should a river always flow with in the confines of banks,
every river, all banks?

what if we transcend some edges, some times
are we disenfranchised from the
poll of purity
in our thoughts and action
will those far off fields which get water
only because river is in flood,
will not complain
who will lift water to those shores
tell me , who will irrigate those dry, famished corners of my heart,
your heart,
this world?

why did you abandon all the constraints
living in the moment
you thought you got a reprieve
but it was ashort term jail,
just that it was beautifully adorned with
music you liked
sights from the window which mesmerised you
some how you did not understand, i still crave for those
silent moments near a grave yard
where all that mind woudl allow
to creep inside
was the wish,
a prayer
a wish
to be
and see no more
any thing which can constrain
and yet why did i, you and we abandon constraints,
why did we not let the moment remain incomplete
His wishes are seeded in those incomplete moments,
and yet we seek to complete every yearning,

tum ho aabhar, tum ho saakar,
par kya ho tum bina bani ek deewar
kis tarah kahun
kis tarah sunun

kiski baat na main karun
kiski vedana bas yuhin sahun

bin bahey aanuson ki bhent dun
tumhey bina kuchh kahin jaaney dun
aur jab tum sweekar karo archana
to main bas chup chap rahu

have not yet scattered all the ashes
i collected from
funeral pyre of those moments
that we could not bury and thus
decided to burn

you may remember we had met in bastar, those wise tribals
who will not bury the sick dead people,
will burn them
how could one offer sick people to mother earth’s womb
sick memories also deserve to be buried
for ever
now,
here,