Union
same texture of breath
everywhere, with everybody
the transport of air
or release of carbon dioxide
survival has a pattern
non-discriminatory
yellow is not the color for few
while red blood for others
nothing is hidden
nothing was, for the scultpor
of the universe
the sprouting of thoughts
the trajectory of subtle ego,
hatred , those clandestine intents
selfish in flavor
even non-conversion of thoughts
to actions is no yardstick to qualify
vacuum cleaning with tools
of cosmetic propaganda
is not going to absolve
the pristine soul does not know
the complications professed.
nothing like utopian
oneness has a new address
in love
compassion is the new etiquette
of the town
for the union not far away
Kamakhya
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the horizon is not fixed
the assortment of layers
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial
the cruise encompassing from here to there
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of inflictions or judgements
Or in between, the patch of
indecision
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
anyways..
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!
Kamakhya
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