anil gupta's blog

have you moved to new moorings,
with subtle sounds
of trees and also
with clouds trapped in their branches
but not yet sure
to rain or not
drift away
or stay still
till the warmth
of the ground will melt them

jeevan ab dhaaron ne bandha

kisee kinarey ne na chaha

aisa teer tha samaya ne sadha

kisi manjil ko bhed  na paya

wo hi to rishi ban gaya

baaki sab thi dundhli maya

sneha ke beejon ko thoda to aur seencho
gehrey kunyey se panee ko thoda aur kheencho
kahin koi pyasa na ho, kisee ki na rahey aarjoo baaki
baanto sneha ko, jitna ho sambhav,
ab na aur apni mutthi bheencho

samaya kabhi poochey bhi to,
kehna jeevan ko khub jiya hai
jab bhi man chaha,
niyamo ko raund diya hai
nahin kisee ke bandhan ko mana
kuchh aisey they spandan,
jinko tumney na pehchana
chalo ab karlo thoda  vishram
jo bhi tha, bhulo usko,
do sabhi apekshaon ko viram

meri jarurateny ab kam honey lagi hain

kuchh jo thi baaki aarjoo, hab ghulney lagin hain

aansuon mein kisee ko agar kuchh kam lagey

to kehna, ki aansuo ka namak kisee smanadar mein kho gaya hai

jo bhi tha chup abhi tak kahin par, wo ab achanak thoda sa ro gay hai

mat poocho ki kaisey mainey jindagai ko jiya hai

har taar ko imandari  se, us  julahey ne tere daman mein siya hai

do we really seek solace

amidst the bubbling fires of faith

and trust that carcks up on the slight tremor

how could we imagine the longer journeys

ever taking the turns at which

shadows of subtle suspicions

erase the marks of meanings undiscovered so far

when the starry night turns a bit dim
the clouds fail to reflect
and the breeze loses its way
you come and stir the pond
of persistent desires
and inextinguishable hopes
of the dew adding a few drops
to the  thirsty fire
burning beneath the top
of the hillock which seems
so quiet and so silent
but has so many unfinished
conversations buried below it

you know me so well

thats why you can doubt and dispute

every statement of truth i make

the rocks do not stop ariver

do they

but they provide an excuse to the river to meander

Am i a rock

of faith

trust and belief

which forces you to doubt

sleeping long is like laughing
at a soap bubble getting into eyes
which you wish to get rid of soon
but then after that
cleaner eyes
see what you did not see so long
as if you really wanted to see
wish
bubbles can engulf me and i  close my eyes
till
i do not have to see any more, just feel, hear, and may be taste

sundarta ki paribhasha kai baar dhundi
lekin alag alag mili har baar
kabhi laga
ki jo dil se sachhi awaj nikleye, wahi sundar hai
par phir laga, ki ek awaaj sabhi ko to sukh deti nahin hai,
to wo kaisey sundar ho sakti hai
phir laga
ki shayad sundarta apni aawaj ko bahar laaaney mein hai
to phir sawal utha ki ki kya har bar
apni awaaj keval apni hi hoti hai
isee pashopash mein, uljha raha
sundarta murhjayey phoolon ki tarah sikudati rahi
merey sawalon ki ladiyan diye maine jalti rahin
na main kuchh aur keh paya
aur tum bhi to wahi ki wahin adti rahin

when we need freedom

we long to live in a jungle

assuming that there are no laws

no rules and no norms

but then ask a dear

or a lion or a squirrel

each has boundaries

to be respected

and every time  these are violated,

some thing happens

a flower blooms in a wrong season

a yearning arises when it should not

but in nature, nothing happens without a

reason or season

has the climate change caught up

with us inside now