Author: anilg

look through the clouds
i told you but
the wind was too strong
how could the cloud have held
on its own
it got scattered
without raining
do you wish
to be like that cloud
ask yourself

tears cant be traded with tencel
absorbing the pains to release smiles
and do the opposite
when it suits
stop
stop
but will you also stop
playing these games with your destiny
why should we always
defer the resolution
of those knots
which hold the tenuous link intact so long
but till when
really, till
when

silence
speaks today
through your eyes
all the efforts you made
to go away
have come to naught
not that i wished so
but if i did, will i confess
dont ask me
why do i drink
it is to dissolve this truth in
the solvent of my soul

morning full of tears
when some one just bears
all the pain alone
where has your silly smile gone
come closer, if you will
kneel and touch the ground, wet still
by the wasted tears
look, a wind which shamelessly shears
the curtain, old and worn out in the window
what else but compassion, have i/we to show

you dont like my reference to any saga of sadness
and you will create circles of madness
i will keep patience, just pl understand
have not i taken a vow, to let you not bend

when some one just bears

Once you meditated with me
And showered grace
Then what happened
The desires took over
And the gate of the garden of grace closed
On you

May be I faltered
May be the mistake was
To seek solace
In borrowed space
You trespassed
Into somebody’s courtyard
She cries, not realising the
Truth
Gardeners who let trespasser in
May not tend the integrity of weeds
Either
Let us redefine the rules of tending
The garden

Meditate with me again
Will you
We will pray to Kaali Maa
To bestow on us all her anger
So long as it is truthful
And without reservations
Let us pray
Together
Without any reservations
Amen,

A white hole

Don’t betray
The rays reflected in the lake of my tears
Please don’t

My trust,
Hopes and faith
Were floating in the lake

The boatman has given you
Access to all of the sky
When you wanted
But is there a place
Left for him to cry
When you will
Out of anger or frustration
Throw the oars
In the water?

a drop was about to fall
from the edge of infinity
etched in my eyes
but then it fell in your lap
in wait
like an unfolded oyster
not knowing
that pearls can not grow
when oysters remain open
to many drops
well
bless those drops

Fire was about to win,
suddenly there was a shower of compassion,
the sprouts overtook the desert
and greened it

NOW, I AM NOT SURE
if the breeze will flow
and the seeds will disperse
lest desert takes over again

holding in arms
the hope of a tendril
the breeze took over
then the storm became silent
silent

Colours can be meaningful
If the meanings are not colourful
Transparent canvases
Silent caresses
Of the morning dew
And a tendril still exploring

to embrace the quiet winds
broken twigs
fallen leaves
and may be some still to sprout
dreams