anil gupta's blog

Don’t know
If it ever matters
Whether peaks surrender or valleys
River must flow
It must find its way
So what
If some banks give way
Some eyes make wind sway
I hope

You too hope

will all the withered leaves
bent branches of trees in my garden
whispers of breeze, hesitant, but resolute
i dont have any thing more to say
silence has taken over
like a wornout shawl
trying to cover on old night
a soul, which has overused the time
given by nature, so bye
let leaves dry
let withered moss bare the rocks
so what if a sigh filled night soaks
all the tears that flew
aimlessly, it seems now
could not let waves stear your way
could not have anything any more to say
let me wait when these trees will try up
but wood will still be useful
craft careful cups
bowls
and fill tem with hope, faith, blessings
that will be showered by the new trees
you would have planted by then

no matter how hard i try
no matter how many leaves i gather, dry
to manure your roots
you remain for ever distraught
you remain in the world of ‘ought’
how do i let you float
in the so painstakingly made boat

Looking for my North Star
I paused near a jungle
Dissolved directions
Unsolved puzzles
Near death experiences
Sublime memories
All seemed to give up
North Star
North Star

How I wonder
Where you are

dont tell me
to stay quiet
said that stream
loudly jostling with rocks
if i became quietyou will ahve dorught
and then birds that sustain your garden
will not return
tears are not enough
to irrigate all the tulips
i had planted in your garden years ago
shall i stop the flow

i know
you need bark of this tree
to paste on your old wounds
that pain during winter
but if you debark too hard
the tree may die
how ill you heal then in future
let it stay alive
at least
for now

i am hopeful
when two seasons meet tomorrow
you will surprise me
by cheerfully welcoming
senescence

leaves will fall
without making trees sad
but yhe kites will rise in the sky
and i will see colours coating clouds
which like dates unchanged
will remain there
will they?
a storm is ready to unleash

while walking through mountains
we put stones one over another
they say,
fragility of piled stones fulfills wishes
no matter how far fetched these may be
but i am afriad
if those wishes really come true
let sadness sustain
i am ready
stay on

i tried to plough slowly
but it wasnt easy
years of drought
had made the soil harder
what could i do
try harder
or wait for it to rain
soften the soil
but lightning struck last night
a storm is brewing
i dont know if the sprouts of seeds sown this year
will grow well,
but what is the choice
new day
dont say
what you may

a boat
lost in the deep sea
was discovered by you
o wanderer in the jungle of waves
nonchalant
but sure
that its destination will find it somehow