Bells will ring again

The mountain of fear
is out, set free, 
to unleash the fury 
in the lanes, by lanes 
upheavals of anxiety 
amidst collapsing faith, 
out to circumvent lives 
everything is down, 
shutdown 
but who will shutdown
the soul!
it will emerge stronger, 
evolving
discovering 
rediscovering 
the new I or you!
everything is down, 
shutdown 
but who will shutdown 
'the time'
it will flow, 
unscathed, 
carrying in its waves, 
all that come in its way, 
the transitory dirt
the viruses and bacteria.
bells will ring again 
roads will be manned again 
love will replace suspicion, 
deaths will be delayed
hopes will be myriad 
butterflies will play carefree
rainbows will be  sighted, 
in the sky or lives! 

Kamakhya 

Lighthouse

is-7

dark night sailing 
in the violent sea
sharks of ego 
and 'me and my benefits' boundary wall
pirates of peace
tides of pain and rejection
shivering winds of malnourished hearts
a sense of complete incompleteness
consciously unconscious!
everything in the middle of larynx
difficult to shallow
the whitewashed wall will show
the cracks of unperceived truth
today or tomorrow 
the crescendo of misery 
unbearable now
roadblocks of fear
fear of being a maverick! 
thank God 
sighted is a lighthouse!
emitting the light of Almighty
rays of universal love
overdrive is looking inward
did we?   



Kamakhya 

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The Clouds

The thick floating clouds
rainless, far away, 
the agents of obstruction 
to sunlight
moonlit night, 
just like the floating thoughts 
of past, 
inconsistent
inconsequential 
abstract 
but not without strings 
of mementos, 
the slow silent movements of 
clouds often
prolonging the hide-and-seek pains.
The clouds become sometimes tears, 
even now, 
with roaring thunders, 
shivering lightning.
Evaporation 
craves to orphan 
the gone but unforgettable syndrome 
or embrace a better consumption pattern of the present, the now, 
to overpower the faded canvas, 
to invite a soothing past tomorrow 
or a friendly cloud 
much later!


Kamakhya 




Half Love

The sea beach 
and the marching waves,
excited,nervous 
oblivious of hitting where
castles are built,
rebuilt in the pinkish air
exhilaration rules 
the adrenaline,
jasmine enamours everywhere.
Waves but return 
cracks appear in mirror 
or patches in cracks,
sort of unknown virus 
retreating warmth
subtle but sure,
to dreams,halfway 
en route the failed fantasies.
Silences amidst commotion,
in the day 
or midnights solitary soliloquy,
with moments of mementos
tired tears 
like a defeated heart.
Half empty 
or half full
who will do the litmus test
now? 
The picturesque garden of autumn,
had an entry,
exit gate too,
everything happens 
for a reason,
predestined 
preordained?
may be.

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Kamakhya 



What you say !

is-12

as i embraced the new winter
under the blanket
still awake
eyes half closed
and began my soliloquy
searching solace from nostalgia,
you came on to the stage
en route the blanket
to sing the lullaby for me
when i longed for hearing your voice,
you sat still
like a silent freesia
i wanted to tell you
how the bench near the sea beach
laughing at me 
how the still hibiscus
sympathizing with me
how the photo frame on the wall,
accusing me
i wanted to tell you
how i missed the full moon
or even the thin crescent
after the fortnight of darkness
What you say 
say something now,
Please

Kamakhya


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Light

Steep road 
curves galore
the pain of walking,
so generic,
so much of commonality 
of being lost in the crowd 
still the energies gathered
and priorities made, 
consciously to show case 
all the instincts,
soaked in self-centeredness 
and I,me, mine! 
the traits of disqualification
made to qualify everything 
except goodness and warmth 
the road to conscience,
anyways 
always there, right there 
not being satisfied following 
the herd! 
the light amidst darkness,
may be there 
at the end of the tunnel 
or instantly in a craving heart,
in a surrendering soul 
or in a path sans ignorance.


Kamakhya 

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