Castle of hopes

the midnight soliloquy

and the castle of hopes

with bricks of  permutations,

combinations

built , rebuilt.

sea of  imagination

cool , blue

the tidal fantasy marching ahead,

carefree

don’t  know why

transitory white bubbles

die natural death !

retreating waves

cruising ahead to disseminate

the havoc of  pain.

believe me

the crossroads of  aching silences

will  not  be same again

for the cycle of  impermanence

will replace gloom with  glee ,

after few  hours

with the  new  aurora

castle of  hopes

this  time  will  be  built

on the  as  is  where  is  basis

on  the  edifice  of  living in the present

than  in   past  or  future

and  will be  rebuilt

with  the belief that

everything  happens

for  a  reason !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

 

 

Alone

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a plethora of voices

each setting its spectrum

noises intermittent

many unnecessary but inescapable

the statues of future,

of  fear greed success failure,

self made,

dancing right before the mind

with the future being consumed,  now.

all  i  wanted,

a few moments of  nothingness

to keep the ever engaging mind at bay

a forest stay ,  away from this world of attachments,

a trail of seclusion scouting for those

precious moments .

meditation or without or beyond

internal silence is an inside job

aloneness,

a deliberate mission for a higher conversation ,

is  all about knowing the truth

and unknowing the attachments ,

manifested in fear greed ego,

successes or  failures

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Breeze

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stuck in emotions

unventilated  pains

in midnight’s  prolonged silence,

i  scouted  for solace

from the multiple uneasinesses

few generic

few orchestrated  by overthinking

i opened the window

to search the shadows of happiness

and tranquility

to befriend the serene cool breeze

of dark night,

to persuade it to talk to me

to share its stories

to tell me how it remains,

lighter active

flying  moving

fresh and intelligent,

how it touches lives,

being unpretentious,

unassuming,

to make me believe,

when otherwise happy,

why i need  a  reason to be sad !

 

Kamakhya

 

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Crescent

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I  asked  the effusive reminiscences
to take   me to those moments
to be with you
I asked the rain to wash away
those tears and solitude
to palliate the pains
to pervade those dimples
on your cheeks
I  asked  those innocuous fights
to be very careful  next time
to be evanescent
if at all they be
I asked the breeze  to  preclude
the heaviness  in the air
or heart
I asked the esoteric crescent
to go back
to come back
a mellifluous full moon
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Tendril

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somebody  from the crowd

said

be it  as  it may

why  it should  be

and  how long , i  don’t  know

the wooden log , dry,

life less , separated  from mother tree,

some how aspires  to be

in the middle  of  lively meadow

not   in the midst  of  midnight  despondency,

to  witness  the  preheated fantasies

going   evaporated , through  the window,

black  in the  night,

singing  a  semitone,

time  and  again.

You  know

it  is  difficult  to duplicate  the feelings

though  new aurora  may bring  varied new colors,

a  different  genre,

the  heart  still  craves

to  revolve around  the  sun  of  you

in  a  neoclassical  way,

with  renewed  precocity

to  draw  a  herbaceous  border

that  flourishes

with  the  tendril  of  you  being  near me,

ingrained.

 

Kamakhya

 

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Revisit

scintillating  journey

cruising ahead the night’s silence ,

a  disturbed  sleep  syndrome

or  an  welcome  encounter

with  the  self !

the  time zone  meant for talking

to the  shadow of  intellect

objectively

far from  biases and  knoll of

irrational behaviours  executed

in the day

that day  a  second  evaluation of actions

some how reconfirmed that

how  wrong  was that  reaction

that  rude  tone

that  indifferent attitude

that  ignoring the  pain,

to  those people around

how the trail of  actions

was  bereft  of  love   care

and  compassion

a  revisit  making  me realize

the snags  of  humanity,

patience , forgiveness

or  eternal  awareness

a  revisit  urging me to refurbish,

before  I  succumbed  to  sleep !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

Castle of hopes

the midnight soliloquy

and the castle of hopes

with bricks of  permutations,

combinations

built , rebuilt.

sea of  imagination

cool , blue

the tidal fantasy marching ahead,

carefree

don’t  know why

transitory white bubbles

die natural death !

retreating waves

cruising ahead to disseminate

the havoc of  pain.

believe me

the crossroads of  aching silences

will  not  be same again

for the cycle of  impermanence

will replace gloom with  glee ,

after few  hours

with the  new  aurora

castle of  hopes

this  time  will  be  built

on the  as  is  where  is  basis

on  the  edifice  of  living in the present

than  in   past  or  future

and  will be  rebuilt

with  the belief that

everything  happens

for  a  reason !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

 

 

Unadulterated

In the tranquillity of dawn

cool canvas of aurora,

I asked the unadulterated mind

to stay cool

pristine

throughout the day

away from the complexities

Of the day

the mind said

it is you who makes  it adulterated

with your ego hatred greed

your quest for establishing your superiority , always

your inability to feel the colors

Of universality

you saw in the aurora ,

in the early morning !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

Time

a  rendezvous with the past,

smiling sunflowers,

and  lovely butterflies,

why some how

leads  to miles and miles

of  barren land and bald trees

now ?

don’t say , time heals

in the face of  a diminishing candle

and  a  distancing  riverbank.

who will now tell the time

to  return those blushes

those innocuous fights ,

those mosaic of togetherness !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

 

Transcend

Scrappy mindset 
and the hallucination
of texture of truth 
in the early morning 
or in the late night,
emanating from 
the perfunctory deeds! 

Perpetuity of today's 
colourful canvas 
will one day become 
a thing of past,
hopefully, 
to clear the logjam 
in the air or hearts 
to transcend beyond 
the scapegoats of matter,
ego, hatred 
or dichotomy of pleasure 
and pain 


Kamakhya