anil gupta's blog

why do we wait and then stare

who is coming along

and who does not care

soem will smile and walk away

some will stay and not say

what made them pause when u went

to the edge of the sky unspent

may the love cause epidemic
of a desire to belong
to one's roots and the community
and numberless claims that some have
on you, and your energy to spread smiles
some times soaked in tears and some times in desires
of sharing the quiet moments
of joy and happiness
with all those you care for
and wish and for whom
you often sing song

when the snow flakes were piling
one after another
making huge heaps
of hope and some queer
memories for keeps

what did sun rays do, of course pray

keep quiet, let the molten snow wet your feet
and not just say
how much is the love
this world has to offer always
if only we will keep our palms open
and not stint and share and  ask, if it pays

koshish yeh hai ab subha ke jagney se pehley

koi raag aisa na chhed de wo hawa

jiska rishta ab badlon se thoda toot sa gaya hai

kya adhori baat ka hai yeh  muamla

ya phir, kisee ne apni ummeed ko

par kaat kar wafa ke pinjarey mein  rakha hai

pains are reborn after a while

you said today

i know when you fall down

it hurts

but then you still help me

dissolve my pains

pray that i am born this time, with nothing

but just plain pain

why should tree trunk regret the cracks

why should it celebrate the new leaves

why should i miss the leaves that fell

and flew away

why should it hesitate in withering away

why should it not

just grow for ever

so that nothing can ever live again

live with the death

else, you will not exist any more

WHEN THE SLEIGHT OF HAND WAS CAUGHT

the games i played

to lose and lose again and again

became apparent to you

when you found the tricks i tried

to lose in life

now that you know

i do not intend to win any  more

will u tell me

why did you let me loose everytime

when i am returnng from office

at this hour

when the devotees have started singing hymns

in prayer to god

and you, o wind seem in rush

pl stop for

a while

and pause

let her hairs be still

lest she finds

one more reason for tying them

ho will u fight her then

when no hair will be found in the soup
the kitchen will not be

on unrest

let her keep her hairs loose

let some of them part company

and join you

where will the waves go
the banks are eroded
and the sand does not shine any more
rays rebound
the smiles abound
and yet the pain has a few games to score

every storm -passes
so does the day into  night
but then some things stay still,
the stars which only fade away when sun
insists on taking all the space
but once it is tired
they have a chance to say
their part
in the play
who knows the end
why should one know the end
next is the moment
which will embrace the
fires, untold, unfelt, unseen