Light

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 

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Voice 2

The voices ,
Samaritan voices ,
Pristine , conscience enamoured,
at times did appear ,
radiating the abrupt spark
waving their hands from a distance,
feeble ,slow, inconsequential though ,
insinuating what to do
or not do ,
to be little kinder
little more compassionate empathetic
to love a little more ,
to others around
but only to be suppressed
by the aura of ego self-indulgence.
‘ I ‘ and ‘ why I ‘
being the circumventing force ,
the spoilers to the rainbow
or the fear of being a maverick!
butchered rationality,
even could not cry
before being buried
under the heaps of materialism,
core primitive voices
once again orphaned ,
left to strangulate themselves.
All the wisdom now inaccessible,
the goodness propaganda
already hiding some where,
deaf and dumb.
Stark ignorance amidst erudition,
is not embracing the simple truth:
All are one
and one is in All .


Kamakhya


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Peephole

is-10

she wondered
why everything is so burdensome
so mortifying
has she become a nondescript
over the days,she does not know!
a sense of paranoia
why encroaching her body and heart
a shiver she really hates
why the glitter and glitz of gathering,
the presence of known people,old friends
making her feel restless or worthless
a feeling of loneliness
rather than aloneness
the masked people around
fueled by ego scouting
for materialistic richness in everything
to modulate their quantum 
or texture of warmth
peerless they?
snobbish they?
or ignorant they
for not yet 
having moved from
emotional quotient to spiritual quotient!
she whispered..
why can't I change
or why can't they change
who will get them to the peephole
of oneness  and truth
to see the divinity and love
all around!

Kamakhya 

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Peephole

is-10

she wondered
why everything is so burdensome
so mortifying
has she become a nondescript
over the days,she does not know!
a sense of paranoia
why encroaching her body and heart
a shiver she really hates
why the glitter and glitz of gathering,
the presence of known people,old friends
making her feel restless or worthless
a feeling of loneliness
rather than aloneness!
the masked people around
fueled by ego scouting
for materialistic richness in everything
to modulate their quantum 
or texture of warmth!
peerless they?
snobbish they?
or ignorant they!
for not yet 
having moved from
emotional quotient to spiritual quotient!
she whispered..
why can't I change
or why can't they change
who will get them to the peephole
of wholeness and truth
to see the divinity and love
all around!