Author: anilg

Dont throw stars at me
In a dark night
Who knows which sparkle shows the way
To which dream
Anonymously
Why should the darkness
Engulf the lighted embers
Even if to keep the night warm

maa kaali tum to bas waisi hi ho
jasi tum thi sada wahin
kuchh anmayask
kuchh nischint
nirvighn ho tumhari pooja
iske lieye
hi to mainey pooccha
kya poori karun ab pooja
ya adhoori rakh
is aaradhana ko,
rahu wahin, thoda baichain,
janey bina ki tumko
kya laga, kya hua swagat
kya mila chain

when one needs to dissolve a bit,
may be without stirring the pot
may be without having to wait for the breeze
to disturb the peace
of the surface
when one does not say it all,
the unresolved, undissolved lumps of sugar
stay till the end
last sip becomes sweeter,
do u like to keep it that way

are emotions ever wasted?
dont they create meteoritic shower
once in a while
illuminating dark sky
when there is only hope in burning desires
that have been distilled
through devotion
but is devotion devoid of possessive passions
what if we cling too strongly, afraid to lose
we tighten the hold
stifling the freedom to fall
one’s own esteem
for good, but then who will fathom the intrigues
of clever mind
always inventive
always elusive
lest heart feels suffocated, stop
stop
asks the cloud left alone
flying on the wings of waves
but then will it stop
may be it will

compassion of a convex mirror
inflated images
heightened anxieties
wasted emotions
invested hopes
what a colossus mountain
made of a mole hill
all because of fear of rejection
but is faith so fragile
why do we test the trust
on the fire of vengeance

dont know
if the bruises of the possessive
assault
or stains of singularly
in seeing only one side of truth
will wash easily
will try to erase the marks
let us see, if some thing better comes
out of it
what will i gain
by eroding
the banks of a river
which is already overflowing

More I bare the soul
More you encroach the boundaries
Let us now resolve to stand on
The two sides of the river
There is no reason any more
For boatman to take us across
The respect for bridge has gone down
Trivia has become the profound

It is time to burn the bridges

Have you ever opened the windows
To let the snow flakes enter the room
Because the heat inside chokes your throat
I did so last night

I inhaled the coldness
As if there was not enough outside
But the snow started burning
It fuelled the fire
I had to close the window
The rules were broken
Language took leave of reason
And words proved why silence
Sometimes is better than
Articulation
But if I hadn’t heard the sound of snow
Will I be able to hear the sound of flowing molten ice
Water had no autonomy
Ice engulfed it before
It tried to flow
Why does ice devour the dreams of water
Why can’t fire be allowed to consume
The snow
But then winds will get annoyed
They flow so that
It can snow
Thy flow So that somebody can show
The genuine desire to skate on Ice
So what if the uneven path
Makes me skid
Fractures are preferred
Over fears
Conjectures are preferred
Over disengagement

Tomsk to Moscow
March 22 , 2013

Why should not the binge
on the ballroom floor
Be lighter now
Why shouldn’t the beaming face of a fighter
Be brighter now
Why would a ray not bend it’s course
When deflecting from
The cheeks of an old grandmother
Why do you then bemoan
My silence
I m gathering all the fallen leaves
That could fertilise the soil
I had not ploughed for years
In my backyard

main apni baat keh kar chali aayee
tum apney dhyan mein magn
kuchh bhi nahin sun payey
shayd yeh gehra dhyan
tumhari takat hai
aur mera unsuna reh kar bhi
apni baat kehtey rehna
ek sambal hai
chalo apni apni taakat ko yunhi
badatey rahey
kabhi tum sun pao
aur mein ansuna kar,
magn jeevan mein tumhey
bata paun, ab meiney bhi maun saadh liya hai