anil gupta's blog

why do we ask ourselves,

the reasons for retiring the resolutions

we make every morning, and some times in the night

and then find our inner corridor

empty of the echoes

of a  yearning for a deeper meaning and

and the sahaj jeevaniya( spontaneous living)

when lotus will bloom in a lake of love
the ripples of reflection will go far and wide
no body will ask which peaks were assailed
nor would one bother, how deeper one had to dive
the storms would come and pass
the dust would rise and settle
the sound of subtle signs
would permeate the noise of stinging nettle
you will then quietly dissolve
somebody will mightily submit
will this lake ever dry
if my tears will keep their resolve

prune the fences, lest they outgrow the boundaries

do not ask why some weeds grow faster than others

they might ask back, why some human beings

do not grow up at all

let me not stir the pool any more
lest a ripple escapes the brim and evaporates
who knows whose nest will it wet
which bird will then search
fibers and the sticks afresh to weave a nest
who knows who will lay the eggs in the new nest
after all not all birds get to hatch their eggs
will whirlpool be hatched in the nest of ripples

 i am the explanation
said the sparrow
and went on with her search
for a nest full of comfort
that can not be guaranteed
but prayed for,
that can be designed but not delivered
after all
rim of  an old cart
are rusted
when the cart stays still
make it run
so what if you forget when to stop
where to stop

dec 06

when you could not hold the balance

and the twist in the gate

took its toll

you fell

to

get up again,

litle hurt

that i was not around

to take care

of you

but hurt is not your alone, it hurts me no less

the difference is

you can say it and i can not

we can not rely on those who

we took to be our part

and we can not be together all the times

what do we do then

stay close in spirit

and pray

like little toddlers

we laugh about such falls

and reprimand the ground

as we did when we

were kids

and when our children were little ones,

more innocent

less responsible and

closer

your silence is your tool

you complain when things happen

but do not warn in time always

when you do, you see results

the roads are diverted

rivers are tamed and

the winds change their direction,

why do you not then complain more,

it is true that not every complaint may lead to exact

and equivalent action

but you too will not wish that

after all, where from would you get the  energy to fight

and declare new boundaries,

new rules and new language

i saw the beams of the temple, still intact after centuries

so many quakes came and destroyed the buildings but this temple still stands

why do some people design structure to survive

centuries

why do some people see that long

why is yearning for life lead them to aim so distant a dream

why

when two rivers like the bosoms of a mother flow

and feed the new born children

nothing more remains to be said about the moment,

tenderness or art or a divided self and its heart

but then mother has not been fed for long

she is feeling guilty that the kids are not fed properly

she wishes that her breast sbe cut and she be denuded of the source

but then who will do that, every body looks around

we decide to damn the river but do not nurture the source

she cries and the kids become silent

they have learned to be silent when

mother cries

you have a garden on the roof

every time i climb the stairs i smell the aroma

i some times just stop and stare out fo windows

i do not see any other garden in the region

why are there no gardens around

have all bees collaborated to pollinate flowers

this season, will they claim the nectar  also

does every pollinator get nectar

i do not know if that is true, will that be a sweet smooth bargain

but i am not climbing steps

for any bargain

i am coming because i know

i can be asked to go back

because some one else is tending the garden then