Half Love

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 



Fresh Air

The intermittent noise,
inside the smoky zone of mind
turbulent waves 
of midnight loneliness 
in the uncalm sea of heart.
The summit of hopelessness,
resounds the echoes of guilt,
the flavours of Jasmine 
outside the windows,
could have become a disruption
or at least a diversion source,
to put a full stop 
to uneasinesses, 
cocktail abstract thoughts 
but it failed 
like the failed fantasy.
How long the stagnant taciturn 
night lamp will be the companion,
no body knows.
The heaviness in heart,
craves for a breath of fresh air,
an escape route 
but who cares!


Kamakhya

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Fantasy

Unexplored fantasies

at the crossroads

of surging blue floodgates ,

the enthusiastic euphoria , fury

get pacified

by retreating tidal waves,

slow , calm serenity

in the moonlit unmanned

vast sand corridor of night,

the gigantic canvas pulling

the strings of identity, rationality .

darkness of intellect

or insufficiency of objectives

who knows

what was that

a mirage of desert

or a rainbow

post torrential rain !

Kamakhya

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