anil gupta's blog

why has this world become so sane?

why have those who loved us

become so generous

why they do not hurt us

is it that they dont want to stint

in giving pain

may be they  know that we come close

to ourselves

thus

we are all living in prisons of hope

some times we get parole

when we become cynical and lose hope

and argue that nothing is going to change ever

but then thankfully

sanity returns

like a good rule bound person

we return to this  open prison

which has so few inmates now days

why has this world become so sane?

when  meanings are lost in dust

you have to still walk along unhindered

intentions can not be seen

but consquences can be

actions permeate all boundaries of beliefs

i wish they would see your innocense

burried under years of compromises

as reflected ray of light,

but when diamonds are broken,

how will they be faithful to reflect

the light from your lamp

no matter how much of incense stick you burn

when the stirrings of soul

mean not very much

what does one do,

hang an empty lamp without oil

or filament

or collect all the dry twigs

not many are around

given the drought this year

so i decide to display a board

on which you can write your address

so that the leftover envelops are sent to you

u can keep the letters inside and send to whoever you wish

this fire in a cold wintry night

by the people on the roadside

did not leave much to say

the joy and fears were all intertwined

who had known the  the warmth of dry hay

wound in the ropes of some prayers, very kind

when you keep windows open

you see bird flying

but then donot bemoan if the birds fly away

and dont perch on window sills

that is not why you open windows

do the streams of rivers emanating

from mountains covered still with snow

flow down the valley

and quench the thirst of fields

set slightly higher

than its banks

but how will some one lift the water

when you are still uncertain

to flow or not

through this drought affected valley

kaali! are you still looking for an offering 

but i told you so many times

that i dont offer gifts

it is as if an adjective takes away

some thing deep from a noun

gifts may lower the value i attach to my devotion

but then it seems

that is not how you think

else, why this hesitation,

why this delay,

why this sullen look

may be

i should pray harder

and look with in me

when a babbler behaves the same way

and a squirrel does not devite

from script too much either

why does myna stroll alone, afar

looking for insects in grass

greened by a small splash of rain

 drought had taken a toll otherwise

of the ambitions of grasses in my lawn

to make your feet clam and smooth

but now how do i persuade those blades

which are rough, and not willing to lie down

like you, when you are upset and are upright

sneha nahin hota itna seedha sa ek upakram

kiski badha ban jayey radha, kaise jaaney ham?

kaun usko yaad karey, kaun uska janmdiwas manayey

radha to thi krishna ki poorak, uska parv kaun manaey

kisney radha ki vedana jaani, kisney usko pooja akela

kyun nahi ho saka krishna uska poorak, kyun  nibhaye ham chhal uskey