Author: anilg

Dialogue with myself

A stream flowing relentlessly towards another bigger stream knew that it would not be known distinctly once it meets its end. It will be assimilated, dissolved and be quiet. But then it still flowed as if there was no end. It detoured, it collided with rocks, rounding their edges, eroding their ego.

The haughty rocks didn’t mind it. But some did, they let the stream push them towards the bank. Standing on the side, they witnessed time passing by but didn’t have the courage to become sand.

Why do we fear becoming sand?
Is sand too small?
Is rock too big?

Why do yearnings of sand, the stream and the still rock not merge ?

Why do we fall on the way side just to be able to stay still?
what is the chance of stream stopping suddenly?

Let me try

Defeated
I stood
Trying to blame the winds
And the waves
Leading my sails to take the boat
In the waters, so troubled
Let me not
Defy
The dictate of my conscience
Any more
Let me close all
The holes in the sails of my boat
Navigation will not work
Rowing will nt take me closer to the shore
Let me quietly
Withdraw into cocoon
Of clear calls
From within

When the curtains were drawn
And the windows opened
The cool breeze had to move through
Holes in the weave
The touch of the oscillating
Bells of the beaming shells
Melted the frozen
Voices trapped in the room
Now we can hear
The unsaid stories
Of the time
When breeze didn’t have to
Be filtered
And bells could toll
Regardless

but, then
the river asked
will the tree stand still
even when i am in spate

but then,
will the shower soak
the tulips
unblossomed
even if their aroma remains trapped

but then,
will you restrain
the breeze
lest it swirls all the flags on prayer flags
and hesitant prayers get fulfilled

Sky is all we have to share,
indivisible and yet punctured
by our prayer,
do we not pray then?
Or do we not share?
Be there in the sky, o my cloud and bust of breeze,
I will not stint and pray still,
all I have is you
and will always seize,
breeze
Breeze
Flow so that clouds can give way,
Leave sky to stare,
share If for a while,
I like truth even if it pains
Don’t paint my sky
With any lie
Alone and obtuse,
I will fly
I will fly

The stars are scattered
The river is going to be dry
But the drought will not deter
The storm will not just pass
.
rocks will resist
No matter what
Spirit will persist
Like a cactus growing
IN a drought

Will you let the the glacier melt again
Will you dam the avalanche again
Don’t do that
Don’t let the lava flow
Let the volcano not glow
Fumes. No matter how dark
Be there
Embracing the waves
Spacing the caves
Lest the ghosts find no place to hide
Let the thorns bite you waking aside
Quieten a bit
Slow down a bit
The windows sparkle
The sunlight reflects, unasked it speaks
What the waves did nt want to say
May be you need rest, lest the lender
Asks all the debt to be paid
Let me declare bankruptcy
I m now free
Of any obligation
Or IOU
Just a nudge by You, o kaali
And I am enslaved again
Let me break the window pane
Let the breeze flow again
Let me be free
So that you can see
The truth and banal truth
Alone,
When I m really gone ?

Lakes of lustrous smiles
Have many swans
Unperturbed by the boats sailing
They let waves fly
When some one desolate
Comes and sits on the side
They let the reflections
Of a setting sun, beguile
His heart, as if full of the cavities
Inside with sparkles of those
Lost moments we don’t want to remember
But will she care
Hailing from a kingdom
With strange rules
Will she care, asked the tides
of the twisted time wrench
Unable to unlock
The castle of carefree sighs
She now surrenders
And the lake still awaits
Rain
To wash the stains on its shore
Of his tears
And her prayers

When you are alone
With moving images and still time
I know what you miss
Do I know what I miss

Let us decorate a wall
With you painting a motif
And I making the border
Some colours will move outside in
Some inside out

Shaking hands will bring
A new resonance like the
Vibration of sitar
You may call it limitation
I call it expansion
Of the moving sensations inside us
Ever ready to take us on their arms
Like an angel flying
Into the sky
Let us fly
Together, as we climbed the mountains
And walked through the forest
Let us regain
The same moments
Caring, sharing and daring
Like the flowers we had sown
In our garden many times

Learning to live alone
Is not what I came here for
Said the pilgrim to the stone
After it was dark
And stones were awaiting
To hear the tale
But then dew had already delivered
It’s shower of love
The failure of the pilgrim
To ever been able to
Stand in
For the iron pillar
Remnant of 2000 years
Of testimony
Of peace and non violence
But the pilgrim has not finished his journey
He will create a new religion
A new world
Where dew will not remind
The devotees of rules set
From outside
Where purpose will not be driven
By one’s personal ambitions
But by the memories
Of those tears which remain undried
Still
Yes, you will
Yes I will
Yes we will
Someday
Somehow
If the pilgrim stays on course
And your prayers leave him unsettled
For Ever