anil gupta's blog

liek an egg plant, you  may roast a relationship

and some cracks may appear on the surface

but as long as inner core is soft and pliable,

why not keep working on it

when the doorbell rang,, i did  do not know

should i open the door

or let him wait

i asked him to return

because i did not have any space

in my inn

lot of travellers had already occupied every corner there

but this traveller was insistent

he will not go away

if only he coudl sit in a corner

it was very cold outside

and warmth of the inn

at this hour

was the only way, he could wait for the morning

i let him in and then saw

he was not able to sit too long

tired and fatigued, he slept away, resting his head

on the wall

which now had some cracks

kuchh galatiyan hamse gar yun hi hoti raheyn

shikayateyn ko shayad phir waqt hi na miley

manjiley na miley, rastey na kateyn

lekin asmaan se kuchh tarey girtey rahen

koi manaey unhey apshakun, koi dekhey unmey ummeed

ham bekhabar ho unki kismat ko likhatey rahen

tum azaad ho, ham hai gulam, lekin khamoshiyan ki juban sunatey rahey

kisee ko na ho gam, duban apni kishti, lehron ki bhukh ham bas yuhin mitatety rahey

resort was crowded
because all holiday makers
descended here
and found fire
but no fire flies
ire of those
who came late and
complained, there was
no friendship here, no allies

i am now sitting quiet,

waiting for the crowd to thin
and may be then
there will be vapour in the crucible
placed on the fire
with a few tears saved from yesterday night
when i met her
alone and devoid of all stinging
nettles
she often tied in her hairs

‘2004

wronged you, wronged myself, who got it right then

why did i have to hurt you

why did i get hurt

whey do we get hurt

are the bonds to be,

really the claims of sea

which will swallow

no matter how they appear, hollow

all the dreams

i saw, you saw

my question

you are my question

tired tranquility asked me , why
why are you so impatient,
why do not you go and retire
how could i even suggest
the winds are not so strong that sails
of my boat can be filled
and i go away
but then you would not let me anchor here for too long
may be i should sink the boat
forget swimming
and let the waves carry me in their arms
some where
where there is no fatigue
and no sleep

silence of serenity that engulfed me tonight

when you asked me to not to sulk, be bright

i wondered if this is all that you ask for after all

no complaints, no expectations and just be on call

i have no idea, how much the pain was caused on the way

when you waited for me, and i had no time to even to say

go, go, go far and away, do not seek me in the woods on fire

i have sold all the gold, now i have nothing to ask, not even a desire

i cared for you not enough,
forgot to talk to doctor
when you were not well,
and forgot to tell you
how wonderful was the moment
when you allowed

small indiscretions
today i am not well
you have talked to doctor
what do i complain about,
tell me
why do not you let me complain

kuchh bolney ko thi, par kyun ruk gayi

baati to thi baaki, par roshni chuk gayi

kahin aisa to nahin, dekh liya tha aasman

taaron ko hi nahin, tha chand ko bhi guman

shayad ab ek dhara aseem sneha ki bah gayi

mujhey to tha pata, par hawa sab fir kah gayi

jindagi ki daur mein, thoda peechhey reh gaya tha

shila jo dhaki thi barf se yugon se, aaj wo bas dhay gayi

tum to bas chup chap thi,  lein wo aankho ki nami, bas kah gayi

bas sab kuchh aaj  kah gayi,bas sab kuchh aaj  kah gayi

the lotus leaves are wet
and bit hesitant
to keep the dew balls in their lap for too long
before sun rises and takes them in his arms
they wish to persuade  them

evaporate or mix with the pond
but why should dew have only these choices
why could not they moisten your lips
and heal the cracks
so that you could whistle
with joy
when lotus blooms
i think, it now blooms