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
Something missing Somewhere, amidst the deafening buzz and euphoria. The whisper whistling despair and remorse, still sneaking in. Someone behind the drapery, shouting at me the black shadow of conscience, dissecting my thoughts threadbare, cursing the polluted chambers of heart, deep inside at the epicentre of my karma(actions). Guilt and repentance Just entered my room, to talk to me, recriminating all the way in the wintry night, a quandary in the misty festivities, ephemeral glitz outside and the snowflakes around. Why I did not keep a track, I wonder how the rising resolutions of quiet midnights to transcend, had fallen paralysed in the new mornings, strangulating the goodness or godliness with a rope of lust or matter. Unbelievable. The smiling light with embracing hands still calling me near, lovingly, to forgive,love me asking me to replicate the same for others. Merry Christmas! Kamakhya Image Credit:unplash.com
the moon light may play
hide and seek,
hiding behind the black clouds
why should you?
the soundless sound
and the aura of emptiness
may have managed to stay back
in my room or the foyer,
the loneliness and pains
may have lied to be okay,
beneath a brave posture
why should you?
people may say and forget
what they had said,
the crowd may misunderstand
the congestion in my heart,
the logjam of uneasinesses
or the obscure silence , in between
why should you?
might have buried everything,
under its way,
covering the beautiful mementos,
why should you?
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the air did not stop flowing morning newspaper delivered in time the sanitary napkin was in place household chores faced no disruptions they did talk bereft of warmth,of course, cosmetic pleasantries, the shivering emptiness still sounds louder. Sun embraced my balcony unopposed, a routine camaraderie the day played its role, a cocktail mosaic of screenshots Of anger frustration glances of excitement a burst of laughter, rare, abrupt though, the shivering emptiness still sounds louder. Expressions blossomed at times, stack of subdued suppressed ones absorbed in black cupboards, deaf and dumb as if must be protected in deep chamber against all the risks all the times the shivering emptiness still sounds louder. Kamakhya Image Credit: Google
The distance to death is shrinking en route a slippery ground of ignorance. The choice of no choice is a near deliberate resistance. consciously unconscious! Kamakhya
Between the lust and the least, lost is the reservoir of knowledge, Overpowerd by spells of ignorance. The brave cosmetism beneath the hollow skeleton The search sans purpose and the purpose sans truth. Kamakhya
Silent was the sun except the sunbeams and brightness it scattered, during the day why the fickle moon raising so many questions needing emphatic answers in the midnight! Between the scorching heat and uneasy moonlit late night, sandwiched is the failed fantasy like the half-burnt wood simmering with last remnants of hot ashes. Questions never stopped gate-crashing but who will give pacifying matching answers when mystery reigns in the wintry night, acute uneasinesses rules the mind severe pain pierces the heart and paradoxes fill the air? The fragrance of sweet Jasmine and the cool breeze,outside, are trying their best to palliate things, consolating en route a distraction but why it can't be from the sources it is needed most? if not now in the moonlit night then at least in the new morning? 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
The smiling dew on the hibiscus, silent,cool,refreshed the epitome of innocence the rainbow of happiness and tranquillity no matter how short-lived it is, with the invasion of sun, a little later. How come the sticky pains, still there to unleash its fury, time and again, the siren of the past, still plays its tunes, the stream of tears still flows, the heart still embraces the melancholy. Why not the past evaporates with the vapours of the present, the flavours of NOW! Kamakhya Image Credit:Google