Author: anilg

when the deeper calls connect to an outer layer of a shell

we start listening the voiced

whcih we had not heard for so long

complaints about neglect,

yawns of yesteryears

when effortlessly i tried to tell

but then when you were busy

 nurturing the garden,

i was busy

dispersing the seeds

neither seeds grew

or garden remained intact

today we stand at the edge of the garden

laughing and remembering

how nice it would have been

if the late train had not let me board it

and thus  lose track of the moments

which we both miss today

also today

koshish hi to ki thi jiska jikra ab honey laga hai,

 warna gujar janey ko to jindagi nahin kehtey.

 aapney ayney mein dekha aur pehchan liya hamko,

 warna pehchan isni aasan nahin ki wo dua karedey 

dont ask me to wait for so long

have not i waited for so long already

but then without waiting, will i ever learn the lessons

that require reflections

possible only when

 one expects insighst to occur without any reflected wall

behind you

jameen ke ek tukadey ke seeney se foot padha

suraj ka ankuraur phir kisee saye ko chain na tha

sab key sab bhagney lagey

kisee ped ki shakha ko aitbar nahin raha ki wo sayon ko pal sakegi

lekin phir suraj ko mehsoos hua,

aakhir usey bhi log andherey  ki kokh se nikalney par hi namskar kartyey hain

sayon aur andheron ke bina kis tarah wo jee payega

aur phir us ankur ko sara  sukha jal yaad aya

sayon ke bina sagar to jinda they par unmei pal rahi machhaliya marney ko tayyar thi

wo jee gayin

the little flowers will attract bees thoughbut who knows where will these bees rest tonioght

some body has ignited fire under this  treee which

used to host them for so long

shall i extinguish  the fire

and let the food of the hungry remain uncooked

or let the bee rest

regardless

why should we not mingle with crowd

asked the kites

painted in different colours

but then soem kites alwasy stood out, they flew in the sky

but dont ask why

they would  not engage with other kites

inviting and tempting as the  endeavour seemed

 may be they are made that way

every  day she will come and put some straws in her nest

and then will come strong winds

 and blow it away

she will not give up but will storms give up, neither

one day she realized that  stitching leaves togther is better

than the layering the same

now, how will wind trake away the tree's banches

and leaves still green

the stitches are still sustaining

and the nest has been overtaken by the ants

and the bird has shifted the tree

hoping that that wind will give up

Ah!

i have waited for so long,. even the flowers i brought have dried up

like every day,

today also i waited for postman

knowing thatyuou dont write letters  any more,

you dont even sms

but then argument can hardly be maid in sms

and letters are not in vogue

phone is infrequent and who does not know

when you call,

i must listen mostly

how can i argue, u can threaten to keep phone back

but in letters we could not do so

 We have to make the argument

in the most wicked manner we could

but how to invite your wickedness, which i miss

when the cushion of concerns

does not seem too cosy for memories to incubate

just get up and start walking

open the window and let the breeze come in

who knows some clouds will descend and enter your room

through the open window and moisten the lips which had been dry

and a bit cracked

and then don't ask for any thing, just fold them and whistle

and sing songs

of the moments of joy

which were never too far away

when you were close to yourself

and all that you cherished when alone