Change

the dried stream 
was once full of life
flora and fauna all around
the dry leaf was once green
not flying here and there
with a provocative gush of wind
the wrinkles were once firm
reinforcing the ego of immortality
the futility of their resistance
to change
irreversibility of physical change
thank God
mental change is reversible
a mind conditioned,
to sway of likes and dislikes
enslaved to addictions
of anger jealousy greed
proliferating a set of actions
and the boomerang chequered
joy or sorrow
happiness or unhappiness
..all to manifest
all around 
a swirling pattern
of living the life
based on the circumvention
of song of likes and dislikes
miles away from equanimity
or liberation
staying firm
in abidance of one's duty
and devotion
Paves the way for repose
a respite in mind
a state of mind
of nothing much
or nothing less
is it steadfastness
in duty,devotion
or right attitude,vision?
a change from within?
Yes
a big Yes!

Kamakhya 
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Happiness

absconding happiness
it was right there
few days back, even few minutes
before!
variations in contours
of mental plane
the unpredictable ritcher scale
upheavals of fears
hallucinations of paranoia
failure of perceptions
to search the genesis
or a disproportionate craving
to get hold of it, any how
the smiling hibiscus of windy morning,
don't know
how stays happy, all along
multitude of invasions
in heart and mind, unabated
simplicity and a discounted ego
minus orchestrated overthinking,
may bring many a lighter shades
to the complex cloistered
canvas of life
or self love with a tinge
of forgiveness, let go
may clear the logjam of vicious cycle
universality of love
among the siblings of HIM,
transcending the narrow boundaries
may illuminate the tunnel
of ignorance
for a lovely
easy ride !


Kamakhya


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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Self Surgery

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overcoming being miserable 
or being far from 
the attacks of revulsion
when a moment's equanimity 
is considered actual happiness
on a bumpy ride called life,
the gateway to placidity and peace
seems to be ..balancing of mind 
or the objective observing 
of mind-matter interaction 
at the level of sensation sans blind reaction,
the insight to see things as it is 
for the mind is in constant touch with
the feelings of pains,heat,cold,stress..
at the subtler level of body
with pleasant feelings in body,
the mind reacting with clinging 
and unpleasant ones greeted with aversion! 
saying ' you are your own master'
paves the way for realizing the mantra
that everything changes in the world,
the people, situations, constantly
and looking things just as they are,
rather than a resorting to a blind reactionary spiral,
arrests mind malfunctioning!
if diseases,accidents need medical help
why the mental short circuits 
of anger,mood swings,insecurities,depression
be deprived of the mental help?
the antidote being..  
the mind surgery and dispassion! 
call it utilitarianism 
or a truce with life,
the road ahead
is to rewire 
and mind repair!    


Kamakhya

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Breeze

images

 

stuck in emotions

unventilated  pains

in midnight 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

 

Image Credit : Google

 

 

 

 

Impermanence

the trees
standing tall,
silent,
alone,
in the dark midnight,
Know,this time will pass away,
and the sun will embrace them,
after few hours
today's pain
looking solid,
actually is in a constant flux,
when seasons change,
emotions transmute,
society transforms,
the epicenter of sufferings,
still,
revolves around,
the propensity to cling on..
to hold on to everything,
a profusion of attachment!
seeing death all around,
disbelieving people,
don't accept 
they will die themselves 
for they see,
the transient nature,
of what they hold on to,now
for fear of future,
the end..
if hopes drive life
and faith drives hopes
letting go,
realizing everything,
simply flashes in and out,
of existence,
means a lot..
towards a summit of peace!


Kamakhya

 

 

Forgiveness

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in the interlude of life

in a gradient path of values

a mute spectator to anger ego resentment

or jealousy amidst glutting materialism

as if living in a hutch 

not knowing how to evacuate the self 

from the imprisoned life cell 

to a safe haven of tranquility and contentment

the blatant ostentation 

the mildew in relationships or emotions 

he and his insomnia

the hangover of guilt 

the perceived nausea of heart 

not anymore 

now he resolved 

to join the forgiveness project 

to forgive and be forgiven 

for the cessation of resentment within 

away from indignation or anger 

or knoll of biases and sticky pains 

or the unintentional violence

the process of shedding karmas 

for peace health prosperity or career

for self and others

embracing the ingrdients
 
of   
a subdued ego 

a little humility 

a bit of suppressed anger 

a feel of love for the father 

for the osmosis within 

for the rainbow of happines 

in and out! 


Kamakhya

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Change

the dried stream 
was once full of life
flora and fauna all around
the dry leaf was once green
not flying here and there
with a provocative gush of wind
the wrinkles were once firm
reinforcing the ego of immortality
the futility of their resistance
to change
irreversibility of physical change
thank God
mental change is reversible
a mind conditioned,
to sway of likes and dislikes
enslaved to addictions
of anger jealousy greed
proliferating a set of actions
and the boomerang chequered
joy or sorrow
happiness or unhappiness
..all to manifest
all around 
a swirling pattern
of living the life
based on the circumvention
of song of likes and dislikes
miles away from equanimity
or liberation
staying firm
in abidance of one's duty
and devotion
Paves the way for repose
a respite in mind
a state of mind
of nothing much
or nothing less
is it steadfastness
in duty,devotion
or right attitude,vision?
a change from within
Yes
a big Yes!

Kamakhya 
Image Credit: Google


Happiness

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to say this unhappiness
was built over months,years
will be like pondering
why everything was not right
why amidst plenty
the poverty of happiness
engulfing lives!
chaos,uneasiness,emptiness
making a perfect cocktail
matter ruling life
and 
purpose, clarity sidelined 
pleasurable zones,the often visited destination
for every action
scouting for benefits
selfish in flavour
miles away from compassion,kindness
or forgivingness
to say that happiness is an inside job
will be like reinforcing 
complete renunciation 
may not be the panacea
for in making others happy
leaving behind footprints in the sands of hearts
lies the key 
and 
in forging a new bond with the source(HIM)
lies the bliss
true one!
to say that you and me 
will not realize this 
will be like asking,
if not now 
then when and how!

Kamakhya 

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Canvas

canvas

I don't know 
whether I am there or not 
in your canvas,
I never got tired 
drawing the past 
with the crayons of our memories
moving on,never meant
looking back is a crime!
the years gone by 
may not come again
still the indelible imprints
they left behind
are enough to lubricate
the helpless heart machine
the charcoal
who knows
may be recycled 
to reproduce a flame
even now! 
if reading again the glossary   
of our conversations
and
re-reading the notation of love
are nothing but foolishness
then let they be!
looking at the peephole
with fortitude 
for a gleamer of self-made solace
is not at all to blame!

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