Author: anilg

well is deep, water is drying,
fold your roots, they are crying
dont ask for more
time to drench the drying branches
who knows, what is going to go green
and what will just be vying
for your attention
and a moment
not worth ever a mention
dont use the calculus of concern
it better be dry
well is deep

when steps are tired
when stretched street can not expand further
the road has to diverge
cross roads cannot keep
track of all the vehicles passing by
not all the people have gone somewhere
many are circling the roundabout
in search of their own shadows

why dont we forget the wrinkles
in the drapes
made by the knots
tied for long,
very long time
lest the light does not feel
unwelcome
or obstructed
but then light hasnt waited for its passage to be cleared
it emanates from within, when there is darkness outside
is there a darkness outside

while stoking the fire
in the wintry night
why take out the unburnt coal pieces out
is it that they make generate a lot of of smoke
or you are saving these for another
lonely night
when snow would not make fire
too easy to burn
or is it that you dont feel cold any more

when the sun bid adieu,
to the boats in the harbour,
the call of waves
did not deter
reflections to illuminate the way
of the boats which
had, it seemed
lost their way

if only rain will spare
my drapes
and not moisten these
making breeze cool
in a humd, dry, hot night
cool breeze will revive
all the old pains
and then no reminder will be needed
for memories
to intrude
unannounced
again

why did tears moisten the sky
why do we have to
borrow the rays reflected from the hung drops
on the leaf tip
will the drop fall
reflections call
the clouds to relay
the message
of a fallen star
will they,
will they

While Warding off
A storm
Pushing into my room
I heard a loud scream
The wind was complaining
To the window pan
Why was it coming in the way
Hinges were about to
collude
With the wind
When wisdom prevailed
I left the room
Much against the wishes of the storm
But the storm now stays
Inside

a lagoon
full of lustrous pearls
was about to receive a ship load of logs
to build tree houses
for vistors
who were tired of staying on ground
and then came a storm followed
by heavy downpour
the logs are still lying around,
waiting to be dried
the pearls are all scattered
the promises of pensive reflections of moon rays in the shallow waters
are soothing the fishes
now in station
to spawn the eggs
will you let the eggs hatch
will you let the fish grow
undisturbed
even if there is nothing else to devour,