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
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 Image credit: Google
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
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. Photo credit:pixels.com Kamakhya
in the cosmetic landscapes,
venoms of ego and envy.
have a tendency to be carried away,
in the ineffective verbosity of symposium ,
undercurrent of ignorance.
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 Image Credit: Google
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 Image Credit:Google