anil gupta's blog

why will u worry
when i kneel before you
and you push me away
telling me about the wind
and the clouds
that have to shower their blessings
on a land in which banks of river do not meet
i must remain here
waiting for your attention
and you must focus O kali !
on the fairy tales
that tide of a sea are telling
how brutality of yours has been beatified
why should u let me bow and be close to your bosom
the beats may tell
all the wavering you go through
when u maintain the facade of your indifference

how do we know  when is our time up

when will the rain stop

and the seasonal stream decide to give up

the resolution to meet the lake

which is drying up soon

how does the autumn know

the spring is around the corner

the rings around moon

become moist like the

corners of your eyes

when the horizon looks moist and fuzzy

thanks for the lift

in the car tonight

when i was tired

and when i was tired

my walk remained incomplete

i stand under the shade

which has become  sterile

alas, so sterile

but you can hold me

even for just a short while

after all, you are

a glimmer of a smile

the spokes of a smile

lasted only for a while

was warmth enough

to melt the ice

so what if i am tired

so what

if i am tired

pl do not go away

persist for a while

i know, i have to go,

miles after a mile

life will not be still

even if moon will not shine

but then i have to wait and

strive

for longer moments, by which  can

arrive

a shadow of smile

a shadow of smile

when the pebbles did not agree

with the resolution of river

the rocks were adamant

and the call of the islands

in the bay was too strong

what were the choices

stay still and be smoothened

or dissolve oneself to  silt the sea

do not convince me

that we do not manufacture

crazy folks any more

who will do what they wish

regardless of what the world says

after all

why would so many rules be formed

if the world was not afraid of such mavericks

i have no favourites
asserted the wind
when it took away
your scarf the other day
i do not know where to, but it flew
as if the wings of the bird
destined to cross the sea had been
painted blue
i saw the streak of blue all over
it did not matter that
the sky was dark
and black

the train is about to leave

my tears can not stop it

nor should they,

you have destinations to reach

if you stop

what will happen to

those who wait for you,

and those who wait have prior claims;

do they, i do not know

but then my season is over,

i must evaporate like the steam of the

engine of your train

what will the clouds so formed do

will they rain on the tracks of the train

and wash all the

memories

or will they

quench the thirst of the some dry fields

let me pray

memories are a punishment

but they also rejuvenate

the resolution to wait

till

the train comes again

Dard is baarish mein gehra ho raha hai,
ek musafir chupchap thoda ro raha hai,
kaun kehta hai use  ab gam hai bhari,

wo to  kabra ke apni chauro aur
kuchh phool akela bo raha hai