There was no way to go,
either go back
or move ahead.
The statues kept flying
in the cool blue sky ,
descending down
to appear before me intermittently
at the crossroads,
lanes, by lanes, traffic junctions !
The iceberg in heart
had started melting ,
the trumpet of being helpless
had already blown, with wrinkles.
There were no expectations
to get anything.
Do you know?
If you had told at least once then,
I could have caged
my wavering mind and heart ,
I could have added
little more fuel to a depleting lamp !
They say…
‘ I talk a lot in sleep.
But i just love to walk around,
on the streets i visited once,
with a lantern in my hand,
from lashing rains to flowing tears
from blushes to knoll of hatred,
from storms to lighthouses
from vices to self-proclaimed virtues , way to Nirvana
from crowd to solitude
from useless loquacity and lies
to best kept secrets and truths !
I just search , dissect
the years gone by
I just build
rebuild, break
the earthen dolls of past !
I just count
recount
the life’s earnings !
Kamakhya
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