Anshul Gupta

Anshul Gupta Poems

Eighty years of life
on this Earth
Was it worth?
I had a thought on your funeral.
...

I am hurt by love
But how can love hurt?
If my love is true I cannot be hurt.
...

I see God in my neighbor
I see Him in my driver
I see God in my maid
I see Him in my competitor.
...

4.

My life's canvas was full of smear
I had no dreams
or may be too many of them
My fear and worry teetered between mild and sheer
...

I visited heaven in my dream last night
I saw God, sitting serenely with eyes closed
He was meditating; His aura was so pleasing.
...

I am grateful to thee Lord for gifting me human life
I am grateful to thee for the sheen of my soul
I am grateful for the divine cycle of breathing
I am grateful for the heart full of love.
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No, please, I have a child with me
Don't shoot, I have a child with me.

I have nowhere to run
...

I thank you money
For my parents
sent me to school
I thank you
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Together we have been
Together we will be
Centuries have passed
Many will still pass
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The train of my life is moving so fast
I want to slow it down; I am aghast
I want to live the beautiful moments
that silently pass through me unnoticed
...

11.

The amorphous clouds threaten the Sun
of stealing its peace and shine;
but the Sun never doubts its strength
and it never whines.
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When you were born my son
it felt as if I was reborn.

Your tiny fingers touching my cheeks
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I want to become a child once more
I want to play with my toothbrush once more
I want to grow up once again
I want to play with plastic toy train.
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High preparations
Great apprehensions
Last minute advises
Hope for celebrations
...

Food, clothing, money and shelter
I have them all
Why is this heaviness in life
Why is it to be hauled?
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All the pushing and pulling
that you do to my consciousness
I have finally come to realize and know.
My dear mind, before long,
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Tears of realization
washed away the flashy colors
from the canvas of my life
The murk was not in this world
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Cement, bricks, mud and mortar
Oh my Bebo I love you for who you are
Without you my life would be so bizarre
At your sight, my eyes get in them a twinkling star.
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Someday I shall forget myself
Someday I shall know the self
My mind shall be lost someday
I shall become mindful someday.
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The first day I joined school
Everyone was alien to me
My heart was filled with fear
Having no idea
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Anshul Gupta Biography

Writing establishes a connection of me with myself! In my daily grind I often tend to forget my own real self. Writing reminds me who I am and let me meet myself yet again. Its meditation for me. While writing poems, I open up my heart and let it merge with the universal heart so that my mind no more controls me, and my heart has full grip over my thoughts and feelings. Poetic writing gives me immense joy. It has given me something great to look forward to in life. It assures me that I shall continue to live on in the heart of this universe in form of words even after I depart from this surreal world. It gives me a sense of creation and contribution that I believe is my purpose of birth on this Earth. Note: all my poems are protected under copyright infringement laws. Anyone stealing or claiming my work as their own shall be liable to punishment, penalty and damages as per the terms and conditions of the website on which these poems are published. Please do not copy and paste on any other site or as a scrap without the authors permission. Time allows, for all my poems, do visit my blog at anshulpoemworld.blogspot.com Thank you.)

The Best Poem Of Anshul Gupta

I Had A Thought On Your Funeral...

Eighty years of life
on this Earth
Was it worth?
I had a thought on your funeral.

Eighty years ago in heaven
when you were just the soul
and wanted to forever become
a part of this whole
You urged God to grant you a life
And promised
you would this time achieve your goal
But did you keep your promise at all?
I had a thought on your funeral.

The aim of your taking birth was
Service, contribution and asceticism
You instead chose
Hoarding, platitude and hedonism
God prescribed
Love, joy and compassion
On your life you inscribed
Jealousy, gloom and repression
I had a thought on your funeral.

Childhood’s dawn wiped out in dependence
Lust devoured on the morning of adolescence
Youth’s noon you squandered
due to fear and apprehension
Dusk of old age got totaled in
egotism, vanity and pretension
I had a thought on your funeral.

I asked myself
Was I any different from you?
Was I keeping my own promise to God?
The response from within came in negative
My heart did not give the nod
Seeing you sleeping in God’s lap
with a performance that was dismal
Your funeral appeared to me
as God’s signal
And I realized I had a chance to change
before I reached my own burial.
I had a thought on your funeral.

(30.08.2011; New Delhi; India)

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