anil gupta's blog

standing on a precipice
i wondered if jumping into the valley of silence
will help
i chose to speak,
but did i have to
may be i had to just absorb all the upheavals
let all the culverts flow again
road is not well made
it is possible that the car turns over
but i will still have to resolve to keep my glasses in place

then there was a whirlpool
i was not sure
if i heard the voices in my head right
but there was a conversation
between wind and a kind seedling
both were willing to give way
to each other
and yet they were in the way
of time,
tides of sweet memories
now have germinated again
weed them
or feed them?

planted a few seedlings
after the flood had left the soil moist
but the mud was deep
and i could not extricate myself
from it
tried
several times
can i be a sprout here
in this marshy land?

Holding an umbrella
When I wanted it to rain
Wasn’t so strange
You must either let storms enter through
The broken windows
Or even a drop
Of dew
Will be denied
The access
To your eyelids
That’s true
When rivers don’t know
How to cope with extremes
What else can they do

True, true
None of us likes
That rules come in the way
Of breaking boundaries
But they come
And thy should
How else
Pensive moments
Reflected glances
Ignored passes
Will be worshipped
In the Temple
Of trust

Dance,
Dance
Even if the limbs are not stable
Smile
Smile
Even if the eyelids are heavy
Complain
Complain
For all the glances scattered
Here and there
Laugh
Laugh
Fir coming back to gaze
In the ungrazed pasture
Sow
Sow
Seeds of surprise
In the grasslands
Peacock
Is dancing
Birds are chirping
Squirrel is having her breakfast
From the plate you served

You baked a bread
After a long time
Gathering your wits
Like a tendril unwound
Wave contained by the shore
Boat is rowing without oars
Just be there
With all your effort
A little more will certainly not hurt

One day
You had wiped my glasses
So that I could see clearly
But
Then I wished,
These had remained fuzzy
Is clarity always good
Particularly
When it shows the ambiguities
And contradictions
Even more clearly
Let me keep
My glasses hazy
Fuzzy
Ambiguous

When wind blew a little fast
You came close
Just like that
But the tendrils didnot intertwine
Though they needed support
Desperately
Creeper is free
Tendril is drying
You are happy
And the wind is blowing rather slowly now
Isn’t that what you wanted?