Waiting.. //

Posted on by Springstart@life : Kamakhya

What else

I could have done

than waiting !

the sun moon stars ,

all waited along with me

before retiring for the day

only to join me

the next day,

on my waiting spree !

I continued keeping

the doors and windows

of my heart and soul

open,

unreserved

undistracted

only to witness

the glimmer of enlightenment

enamour me,

handhold me

in transcending

to the other side of river,

towards tranquility and bliss

to the woods comprising

‘ you and me ‘

towards the realization

of You are with me !

@ Kamakhya 


			

			
						




			
				


	

	

		
Life
		

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I  asked  death
is  there  death?  
death  said.. 
No. 
there  is  life. 
death  only separates life, 
in different  strata!
Death is  amidst 
and  within life, 
everyday, everywhere, 
in pursuit of 
hatred 
Jealousy 
and  greed!
Virtue is 
passion for compassion 
Vice  is being instrumental 
for inflicting  pains, 
to  others!


@ Kamakhya 




        
    
			




			
				


	

	

		
Gateway
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

Vagaries of  emotions, 





turbulent





serene.





deep down,





a  driver subconscious





sees things





feels the horizon





as  rich or trivial  raw material





it is stacked with !





simplicity is also called erudition ,





a mental plane dedicated





and surrendered to the omnipresent





is also called  the higher version





Of  self realization, 





the  gateway to truth and emancipation





Kamakhya

			




			
				


	

	

		
Being there
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

I thought 
how difficult it to be 
being there! 
being there with them,
who are fighting each second 
for a survival, 
without giving a damn,
to that luxurious car, a dine out
or a favourite drink
Being there with them,
who are struggling to tide over
the acute poverty in every walk 
of life 
Being there with them,
who are still being misunderstood 
for no fault of theirs 
Being there with them,
who want nothing from me 
but little loving time or patience 
Being there with them,
who want me to understand them
before I take my indifferent stand! 
Don't know 
how I don't understand,
being there with them,
is the purpose of my being! 



Kamakhya 

			




			
				


			
				


	

	

		
Bells will ring again
		

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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
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		
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 

Image credit: Google 
   



			




			
				


	

	

		
The Clouds
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

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
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : 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