Author: anilg

Yes, it is my problem,
I accepted
When you insisted
That it didn’t matter
The feathers
Of a bird
Fallen on your way
Didnot deter you
For a moment
To ask,
Is the bird injured?
Today when the cage is open
Bird has been asked to fly
It doesn’t want to
Fear of control
Has gone
But do you wish
To be controlled
Tell me
O nasty
Bird

a stream
flowing through the mountains,
overcame many hurdles on its way.
but it kept on flowing
till it reached the valley.
not sure,
whether to flow again,
or become a lake,
it spread itself thinly
amidst various ravines and cracks.
the peaks don’t miss it any more,
valleys thank it
for nourishing
the roots of wilting pastures……

struggles took a toll
of the resolve of a traveller
wanting to walk on many paths
not sure
which were the purpose
and which were distractions
but then the meandering river
can become a lake
if not tamed by the banks
or flood
the huts of those
who have no where to go

i mediated several times
hoping that the revelation will change its contours
and meaning will get transformed
every time,
i got the same voice
when truth becomes casualty and
cleverness the ploy of a partridge
dont hope that the bird will
learn to fly straight and thus harness the
energy of eternal love

it is not easy to assimilate the love
which requires
going beyond the yearnings for resolving
every dilemma today and here
patience has precipitated the truth
no more difficult to
accept

dont ask me to look into your eyes
i can not see through
opacity of oppressive
arrogance
i submitted
i silenced the sound of sitar
when it had resonated so well
but the time has come now to
let it be played
let music of my breaths be
free again
let the sky sparkle
and the waves in the lake
dance
i will not let doubts and fears
restrain it any more

Mistakes were made
That have led me to
Suffer so much
Have I learned any lesson?
Time will tell

Let joy of being free
Of bondages of expectations,
responsibility and restraints
Be yours now
Enjoy
And don’t complain that
Constraints exist no more
Find the shores
Which nurture your desire
To be free
Of dreams
That had become burden
So what if they brought you here
In the first place

O bird
I made so many nests for you
You broke all of them
I wouldn’t have minded
If you had found a better one
But you didn’t
Destroying what you had
Leaves you
Uncovered
And you still believe
It is the wind
To blame
For not letting you settle
In what you
You thought was your enclave

My cup was empty
And you filled it
A few Times
But sometimes
You poured your tears
Which were
Not genuine
Sometimes nectar
Of soul
Which was pure
But the cup was empty still
May it learn
To remain so