Author: anilg

I was here

And then I reached here

We’re you watching my steps
All in one life
One day
One moment
What happened
Does it require something to happen?

I waited at your door
In pain
For long
Praying that all
The pains be showered on me
If for no other reason
Then to assure me
That you care
But you continued to shower your love
Smiles and sometimes rather too richly
And that’s why
I m unsure
That you care

Think out of the box
She said
You are not getting to the point
I broke all the boxes
But there was no point
Still
May be the point had become
A large hole
Sucking all the pieces
Of broken boxes
Full of colours
Hopes and
Embraces-
unconditional
Non reciprocal

Suddenly
Canvas feeling a little shy
Admitted
He can’t contain the colours any more
I asked him why was he sad
For so long
Why did he stint in scattering colours
He whispered,
Colours were always there
Prism of patient love
Was missing
How could he have refracted colours
Otherwise

Equanimity is eluding me
Attachments are taking their toll
Finding it difficult to unhinge
The bonds are about to break
Just like the bow of angry Rishi
Who knows
Who will be punished
But the bow is likely to be broken

Lot of eyes which I drew
Were misread
May be because thy were moistened
And may be the sullen
Sadness hidden underneath
Caused the confusion
Not Any more
Glow in these eyes
Assures me
Sparkling lake will not destabilise your boat
Row it joyfully
Unhindered and reach the other end
Safe and sure

I have relinquished the responsibility
I had taken
To tend your garden
You can appoint a new gardener
While leaving the charge
I have sown the seeds of smiles
They will sprout soon
Butterflies will crowd the garden
You will laugh as always
And scatter all the carefree
Drops of dew
So what if there will be only a few
Flowers less
Grow
Share
Connect
With the confusion
That accompanies the monsoon
And be clear
Resolve the knots
That had tied you to the edge
Liberate and leave
Enjoy

leaves are no more
but spring is around
smile
and dance
may be the new seeds will sprout
and the
barren branches will
feel alone no more

may this pot of water
quench the thirst
of all travellers
who pass by this road
alone or together
with their friends
but if somebody tries
to break the pot
stir it to precipitate all the dust settled
at its bottom
may wisdom
dawn on him
after all,
my pot was stirred likewsie
one day
on this road,
and dust has not settled yet

energy shared
fire has engulfed
all the barn
with the dry hay
i had stored to spread on ground in wintery night
to ward off the cold
now, i will sit
around the fire
in which i have burnt
every insulation against the cold winds