Author: anilg

a small bud
was allowed to be grafted
not knowing, it will become malignant tumour
it was hosted and supplied soulful sap
of the tree
but the tumour is also confused
should it grow
aimlessly
or just
find a niche
of its own
on another tree
may be it will
i pray
it does

Good to know
No matter how late
How wrong could I be in
My judgements

May be this is a reminder
That my quota of errors
Has increased

curved beam
twisted team
have you seen
a forgotten dream

Ropes of worn-out clothes
Holding the weight of so many squanders hopes
Dont look for any uniformity
Don’t ask for any magnanimity
The path Is already paved
The bricks had been baked
On the fire of fortitude
Go flyaway with new wings
Before parrot sings
The song of silent eloquence
Did clouds keep the word
When lightening struck
Unannounced and with no light ahead

Falling stars
We’re not going to be wasted
But
You chose to trade them
With artificial
Pearls
And fake diamonds
Now don’t throw them
Value them for the feelings invested in them
By whosever
Painted your sky
Go, walk on the path
That brings you
Face to face with
Meanings you deserve
U only deserve

Almost all the footprints
Had been erased
By the storms
The sand dunes didn’t keep the word,
How could they
But then covered
By a comfortable cot
Woven with grass ropes
I could see some prints
Now they will stay
Intact for a while
Till the setting sun
Chooses to smile

dark halo
bright yellow
where is your aisle
where are the paints
why did you mix all the colours
in the shadow of arms
why feel lost
why cry over the lost
moon
if we dont hold
tenderness with care
will we ever
be blessed
by the trust ,
even that
you
hesitate to share

tentacles of a tender
feel, touch, spirit
suddenly grew thorns
the sky was overcast
with the
caring clouds
and then moon was shadowed
at that moment
the tentacles
lost their purpose
could not hold
even a single ray tight

one after another
all the castles of sand i built
were swallowed
by the furious waves
as if the nest of waves that sea shore had wanted to build
wasn’t suitable at all
now that sprouts of surrenders
have emerged
dont trample these again
grow, blossom
move on

Brown tweets
Yellow sweets
Don’t know
Why doubt
The shadow now meets