Why should you

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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?

the snowfall

might have buried everything,

under its way,

covering the beautiful mementos,

en route

why should you?

Kamakhya

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Dew

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 


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Just like that

Oh my silence! 
how much you speak,
untired, alone 
amidst vast horizon 
of internal noises,
multiple screenshots,
background scores.

Oh the wind,
my friend,
here,there,nearby 
how much you talk,
en route
a platter of feelings,
earthy fragrance,
waves of jealousy 
news of paranoia 
a symphony of ecstasy,
goodness or godliness.

Oh my heart! 
how much you know,
how you treasure few,
discard some
and ignore many
how much you cry,
laugh,dance 
on the pedestal of emotions 
or backdrop of wisdom 
and ignorance 
how much you long
for the inaccessible,
embrace the penultimate 
realizations,
the elasticity of your sensitivity,
paving the way for 
the oscillation of thoughts 
and actions! 


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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Lantern


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You see i am unable to muster strength
with rashes in heart
and a raucous mind,
my companion.
the confines of scarry
solitary nights
still give rise to dream
the dream of layout of our future
once your cynosure
now needs a ferry
to reach the bedrock point,
of our togetherness
the hinge is missing somewhere
in the darkness of(mis) understanding,
i could still dream.
the lantern in your hand
searching the hinge
with me, together 
to ward off the abyss of murkiness,
here
or with you,there?


Kamakhya 

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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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when a midnight's thought
evaporates before the first ray of sun,
the failed resolutions
wait for the dusk to germinate again,
only to go astray,
the process of refurbishing the self,
does not move beyond a prologue of half-heartedness,
seeing and finding the loved ones
in the faces of unknown people
in the journey of life,
being a small good samaritan of love and compassion,
for them,
takes lives closer to the sanctum
or the repository of peace.
the cacophonies of life,
now left little behind!

Kamakhya 

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That long silence

is

after the long nattering 
your abrupt silence 
made me evaluate 
where i had gone wrong
where is the scope for amendment
on my part 
questioning the answers  
and answering the questions 
i confronted  on my way
the fear of loss 
and hope for a happy comeback
engaging me all through out 
making me looking out for 
the locksmith of hope 
to unlock the deadlock
i told my heart 
to stay cool
to persevere 
it is nothing more than 
an obscure patch
may be a swing of mood 
don't know why 
this time 
the normalcy did not return
your silence taking longer
to get dismantled 
longer enough to reinstate 
the original comeback!
leaving behind 
the memento of that long silence
with me 
for ever    

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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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