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
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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.
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Kamakhya
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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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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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
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
