Author: anilg

playing with water
would not hurt us
but you got soaked a little more yesterday
the pearls in the drops were
shining in your eyes
i could not restrain
from collecting those reflections
but it hurt you
i hope you will gather the strength soon
to play again
splash the happiness around again
purity that runs in your veins
can heal any body of the pain and inadequacies

encountering young buds on the way
full of hope
faith and expectation
that it will rain
some assurances
some support
some tears to wet the ground
where there is a drought of sighs,
how do these buds keep sprouting

dont ask me

if i did remeber to pluck leaves

of tulsi

for your tea

even if i did not,

tulsi

will continue to grow in your garden

why do you not punish me

for forgetting repeatedly

may be you know, thats the way.,

i remain what i am

and u too

when i have surrendered already
why are u still asking whether i have,
is it that sinking ego has not reached the bottom,

when the leaves will fall and not rot,
u may wonder
what is sacred about this spot
i wil not cry and wail
but the truth shall, even then, prevail
dont ask me, why did i not stop
the tears rolled by and heart still decided to hop
i am sure, you will understand it again
as you always did, whether it was drought or rain

every thing has become a suspect today,
no reflection is assured
of its sanity

why has this happened
is it because rays of light are impure
or is it that surfaces are corrupted
or that the air is polluted

when the detours of diehard river didn’t reconcile
what was not tallying
in the account book of
a time trader
i asked him, declare me bankrupt,
will that help you
tell me
i cannot pay back
all the debts that i incurred
when you were around
regardless
of the banks being dry or wet
waves settled or unsettled
following their own rhythm

is not it true that
we are often too sure
of what we think, do, know and feel
but then have not we often faltered in doing so,
why are then we so sure

dont through so many stones in this lake,
it has a tenuous contract
with its banks
who knows who gives way

may be smiles have littered your path

all the way
from where you started
but you know
it is not easy
how to sweep the floor of shadows
of smiles that you borrowed
from the womb of volatile volcano
of wishes unfulfilled

may you get your share of smiles
always.
else
volcano will erupt and its ash will scatter
over your garden

from which will sprout

so many memories
soem full of smiles
and some
let me leave that