anil gupta's blog

Colours don’t matter
Nor do the forms
It is the synchronicity
That will prove
What is, will be

will you just be there
dont ask, why will clouds not share
all the tears
that they gathered in the
torn sky
will you just be there

Don’t throw up your hands
Look deep with in
Swallow
Drops of dew are in wait

Ok

Don’t stop, flow
River you promised, to go
Why then drown the banks?
Why are you so slow
Flow

Don’t stop
Continue your aggression
Who knows wax may melt
Coat all the papers
Written with curses
Lest they ever get dissolved
In rain of kindness
Saner moments
Are yours
Insanity is my turf
Let me walk there