anil gupta's blog

still i search
still i endure
still i carve out
the engravings on the rock
that still has the etches
left behind by strong winds

may be i still remember
and therefor u ask
do u still forget
to take tea
or leave the spoon in the cup
till it dissipates all the heat
of the tea in the air
leaving it cold
very cold
i have actually never told
how cold

i liked the irreverence of clouds,

i despise my curtains though

why did i close the window

why did i switch off the light

and then removed the curtains

how would wind know

that it had to force open the window

lest you are accused of letting her come in

and absorb all of you

why scatter all the seeds on roadside

i asked the maverick tree planter

and he went on scattering more and more seeds

miles at a stretch

without a trench

or  apit

or pale of water over them

he said

purpose is not to dig a trench

its trees that we wish to grow

the maali ( gardner) is up there in the sky

will shower the drops of his  care

concern

and comapssion

let me do my bit

sow the seeds

who takes care of seeds in the  forest

the bell has been ringing for long

at the temple

at which we prayed togther, many years ago

but then we were worried, what if

our prayers were answered

today, i am not worried

God has been very kind

he has stopped listening to me,

shall i go to the temple then?

welcome to my poetry, aimless mendearings, or hymns of devotion