Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Invitation to connect on LinkedIn

 
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Anuj Gosalia
 
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Founder, Curator at Terribly Tiny Tales
Mumbai Area, India
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Poorva,

I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn.

- Anuj

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A Hymn to the Light

Picture Courtesy: Goutham G. Varrier

Let there be Light.
Let there be Light 
on this Holy Shrine. 
The kind that pierces 
its walls benign. 
Let it break 
Let it make parts 
of a divided Divine. 

Let there be Light 
on this Holy Shrine. 
Let it,
cut across 
its pious dome
tear apart 
the Holy home. 

Let there be Light 
that cuts through 
this Holy Shrine.
And falls upon 
an insignificant human 
and upon 
his significant action.

Let there be Light,
such that 
there is day 
Nobody bows heads,
joins hands 
and stands still 
to pray.

Let there be Light 
on this holy shrine.
Let there be Light 
Let it Shine! 

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Sailing in the same Boat

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera


Hello dear grievers,
You problem receivers.
I keep hearing you say
to one another
at odd hours.
'We are sailing in the same boat!'

Maybe that does you good.
Makes the job easy.
But, for one second,
could you just pause
and consider
what all your sailing
has done to me!?

You sail, and you sail through.
But let me just inform you.
I am beginning to sink
in the same sea
With other mercilessly over-burdened
boats like me!


Saturday, December 15, 2012

Moonlight Song.

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera and Mrigendra Singh

Moonlight 
of the day. 
Show yourself to me. 
I need you now, 
to write my 
road-song. 
I have gone on, 
for a bit 
too long. 
I need you now,
to turn the pages. 
As I move away 
from bread and wages. 

Moonlight of the day, 
For me,
You're the only one. 
As there is too much else 
to be done by the Sun. 

Shine upon me, 
ever fragile. 
Dance me through 
ever mile. 

I stand here. 
I surrender. 
To you, the shadow
of the moon. 
Gliding past the 
clouds of noon. 

Moonlight 
of the day. 
For me, 
you're the one. 
Sun is shining upon the hay. 
Everyone is caught up 
with their bread concern. 
I want to taste the hunger 
and to you I turn. 

Moonlight 
of the day. 
You're the one 
For a fool such as I,
you're the only one. 
The bright shining sun, 
it has to time. 
To pay any heed.
It's so busy shining upon 
physical need. 
No time, 
for my poetry to read.

Moonlight, 
of the day. 
I lay my trust in you. 
For your elusive shadows
to see me through... 



Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Focus

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera


I always focus 
on the 
shapely petal
on the 
pretty wing 
on the 
reddest red. 

While 
buds bloom 
slowly 
acquiring 
light. 

While
crawlers crawl
slowly 
reaching 
flight. 

While 
brown blends 
slowly 
turning 
  bright.  
 




Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Sea-Salt and Perfume.

Picture Courtesy : Unknown


Did you finally meet her,
over a drink?
Charm her, 
make her smile
with the mischief 
of your wink?

Is she home with you
right now?
Her lashes 
making a pass
at your 
aptly placed brow? 

If she is, 
please do this. 

Please wash your hair
with the salt of the sea. 
For,
It smells of the perfume
that belongs to me. 

And it won't be such a 
delight.
When she gets a whiff of it 
tonight. 

Monday, November 5, 2012

The Prayer of a Twig

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera 
If you think I don't, 
Listen to me and you will see
I do know.
I do.
I am of 
no Worth
to You.
I am no muse
Yes, I am of no use. 

I no longer 
photosynthesise 
Yes, I do 
realize. 

Is that why
you left me to whither
in a barbed grave?

But, I pray to you
Have a conversation 
with that little cuckoo.

He looks at me each passing day 
thinking about how he may
take me away. 

From your wire and your wall 
Far away from this broken fall. 

How he would 
if he could 
remove me from this 
uncouth mesh
and make me the pillow 
on his baby's nest! 

 

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Dead Love

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera 

Every dance of my youth,
I tried for you, my darling! 
Every night of my life,
I cried for you, my darling!
Yes, you knew it too,
I would have died for you, my darling!
But you walked past and moved on ahead, 
I had no choice but to die next to you instead... 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

A million flashes

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera 

Dreams, the potent kind
They don’t leave you
when you leave your bed.
They stay with you through the day ahead.
They push.
They bother.
They agitate.

And then, when you ignore them;
Suddenly you find
that instead of the solace of ignorance
you have before you,
A million flashes.

And then, when you try to focus instead
on the black backdrop
They gleam at you.
A million flashes
Of dreams.
Waiting for you
to just say “hello”!  

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Mushrooming Hope

Taken in Kerela, on the way to Edakkal caves
Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera 

Mushrooms don't deserve fields.
They are not accustomed to the long wait for the rain
nor, the care of harvesting.

Mushrooms just spring up
without knowing
whether they were meant to be there
or not.
They have no desire for nourishment
or nurture.
Nobody really cares for mushrooms,
except for a keen photographer
or perhaps, a lousy poet.
Maybe someone who cannot afford grain
picks them up,
makes them into a concoction
and survives.

But Mushrooms
don't give a damn
about anyone needing them.

For, mushrooms just spring up.
Like hope.
Free, rare and wild. 

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

I know it's only a few months, weeks maybe.
But they don't.
They see me.
They decide.
They judge.
They think.
They know.
That I am not nature's wonder. With velvet greens and blossoms of crimson.
I am not a great writing spot... so serene and inviting!
I am not their rendezvous place where they can whisper sweet-nothings they learnt from 'Rahul' or 'Raj'?
Not even a passer-by's consideration for a little rest!
What did I expect!?
I am barren. I am dry.
No utility. No beauty either.
They know that.
They know I am no good.
They know I am not a 'tree' tree maybe!
That it is ok, now, to bring me down.
I know it's just autumn.
But they don't.
I know that it is only a god-damned season!
I know I'll still have my being, my reason, my character.
But they don't.
They only know what they see...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Photo: Anuj Gosalia


Lone star,
For it, shining is
But shining.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

Give me some sunshine on my road,
Give me those dancing rays.
The bright and shining journeys,
The peaceful rest of glaze.
Don't bother about supposed needs,
Just give me those good old ways!

Give me some tall woods by my road,
Give me that musky smell.
The long and winding pathways,
Their countless tales to tell.
Don't bother about the lost dangers,
Just give me Nature in all her swell!

Give me the pleasure of the plight,
All of travel's delight.
Give me the rain and the rock,
All the reason to mock.

Don't bother with any other way showed.
Just give me my fuckin' own road!

Friday, December 26, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia


19th February, 1992

We finished the song today. It is delightful. The most cherished music to have ever been played on the darned guitar of mine. Every note brings a piece of him to me. Everytime I sing our song, I long for him... and I remember how his deep voice filled my room, filled my heart... I remember the sweet warmth of the air around him. And I remember the moments we spent.. making music.. making memories.. making love... Each moment was a lifetime. Like a song. Like the lyrics we were pretending to write. Every word came alive between the two of us.

Maybe, it was not meant. But it was meant to be. Naturally, our hands found each other. And it was not the mere holding of hands that connected us. I don't want to think so... Maybe something was happening.. something was changing.. something was growing in these moments.

Few moments. Two people. One song. Many stories.
If love could be seen.. heard... written.. this was it!
It was. But it is no longer.
A passion so strong deserves little time.... for a moment is all that it takes... isn't it?
It cannot last a life time... for the moment is it.
A song like this can be written only once... written, played, sung....
And I wrote mine... for him...
Now.. he is gone with it... to sing my song to her..
Now.. our song will create them...

And now... now what? What am I to do of my dark wooden treasure... of all the words that come running to me...of the music in my soul... of the 22 years gone by in its pursuit... my dream...my meaning...


I've written my lines, I've sung my song...
The music of the moment didn't seem wrong...
But reality has broken into a different dawn...
Now...what am I to do...
For, there is no music without love,
No me without you..

Friday, December 5, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

When I was young, I made a lot of mischief.
Dropped the jars and ran away,
Lost valuables trying to play.
When mom asked, I sat up stiff.
Didn't look nervous, not a bit.
"But ma, I didn't do it!"

I was naked when I lied.
I don't think I tried.
To pass the buck away from me.
I knew what I had done.
But I hid behind none.
'Twas an innocent escape you see.
When I see you, you do the same,
Dropped duties and ran away.
Lost lives trying to play.
But yours is a different game.
Don't feel guilty, not a bit.
Of course! You're not responsible for it.
You wear masks as you lie.
And it's nothing else you try.
But to pass the buck away from you.
You ignore what you have done.
Always on the run.
Away from the needed things to do.
You're also naked you see.
Just a little different from me.
I am naked on the whole.
You... only in your soul...

Thursday, November 13, 2008


Follow the rhythm of the whole.
Ignite the music of your soul.
Gracefully bend before you can break.
Hold your entire being at stake.
That is about all it will take.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia


An outstretched expanse of the 'happy' blue,
Spread wide across, embracing you.
Jaunty, floating cotton marshmallows,
Drizzling a wet breeze on yon fellows.
A long rift of grey chiseled stone,
Sculpted into one edifice alone.
Amidst the giant you can sight,
Frozen rivers of a milky white.
Tenderly lush and fresh with dew,
Green stalks of the greenest hue.
A rippled mirror never-ending,
Sheltering lights playfully bending.
If you wish to find the place where I live,
I've got none other direction to give.
When you find in one eye-span all that I said,
You'll see my home of the brightest red...

Friday, October 31, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

I am Watching.
Just Watching.

Slowly enticing. Hypnotizing.
Find that surprising!
I am just watching.

Soon or Late.
I have no end. I am the end.
I am Watching.
You twist before you bend.
Now or Then.
I have no start. I am the start.
I am Watching.
You mind your heart.

Getting addictive. Un-descriptive.
Find that fictive!
I am just Watching.

You cannot fight. I am not the Light.
You cannot fight. I am no delight.

You cannot see. I am not to be.
You cannot see. I am no mystery.

I am so much. I cannot show.
I am so little. You cannot know.
When I Attack.
For, I am Black.

And I am Watching.
Just Watching!

Friday, October 24, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia


When to hold. When to fold.
It's not the dealer's decision.
When to go. When to slow.
It's not a sign-board direction.
How can a simple bend in the road
Tell you when you're done?
When, on this pleasure trip, in fact
It's U-Turn when 'You'- Turn!

Monday, October 13, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

All those daring years of relentless strife,
That perfect score, to which I gave my life.
The keen interest to reach that finesse,
All those mornings of tireless practice.
Each moment lived in the spirit of the game.
Those invisible years before the fame.

The chants of a glory self-made,
Deafen...
To loud cheers of a shot well-played.
The thunderous, everlasting applaud,
Lessens...
To welcome a brand new record.

I'm but a spectator in the crowd,
As I watch with a reluctant frown,
The sun set upon my playing ground...


Friday, October 10, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

I don't have to check my clothes,
Nor set my hair right.
There's no need to stretch a bit,
Or pull my stomach in tight.
Fix and mend so many things,
I don't know why I should.
Isn't it true you're shooting me
Because already I am good?
I don't have to stretch my muscles,
When you tell me to 'Say Cheese!'
I will not stand and sit and look and tilt,
And ask you to 'Wait Please!'
Smile and laugh and all of that,
I don't know why I should.
I feel so happy you're shooting me
Because already I am good!
I already am - what your camera wants to see.
The pure soul you want to be.
I already am - what your photo wants to show.
The happy secret you want to know.
What you're trying to capture in your 'lovely snap'...
That my didi, I already am!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia


There are streets - unending, winding, endearing.
There are streets - that you and I don't know,
Where our dreamed ones never go.
There are streets that are nameless...

There are homes - flavoured, round, cosy.
There are homes- whose directions we can't give,
Where our dreamed ones never live.
There are homes that are 'guard'less...

There are people - smiling, chatting, working.
There are people- that you and I don't greet,
Whom our dreamed ones never meet.
There are people who are thoughtless...

There are nameless streets that reach destinations,
There are 'guard'less homes that give shelter,
There are thoughtless people that live a life,
While, for our dreamed ones we strive...

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Photo:Anuj Gosalia


Sunset on the Sea.
Sunset by the Steel.
White sophistication;
And over priced coffee.

Maybe my cheque includes the
Elevated view of the sinking red power.
All that Futility.
Maybe my cheque includes the
Calm ambience for the orange glory.
All that Prosperity.
Maybe my cheque includes the
Extravagant expression of pink passions.
All that Sincerity.

Sunset on the Sea.
Sunset by the Steel.
White explanation;
For over priced coffee.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia


It takes the difficult distance of the mountain peaks,

It takes cold nights and times so bleak;

Fire blossoms not here and now.

It takes white spells before absence speaks.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

All the splendour of the Princess' whims,
Reflecting in still Serenity.
Night-time's resplendent, black beauty,
Encircling a white, feathered Rhapsody.
And it's not a fantasy;
What's just our fantasy...

Monday, July 7, 2008

Photo: Anuj Gosalia


I stand. On strong steed;
Our Hearts Rejoice. Heads Bleed.
My Duty. And my Carrier's Plight;
I stand. To salute the Night.

I smile at the clouded streaks.
My animal moves not.
I stand. On strong steed;
Iron reigns rot.

I remain at Duty's Pledge.
My animal excites.
I stand. Gallops steed;
Clouds open into light!