I asked death is there death? death said.. No. there is life. death only separates life, in different strata! Death is amidst and within life, everyday, everywhere, in pursuit of hatred Jealousy and greed! Virtue is passion for compassion Vice is being instrumental for inflicting pains, to others! @ Kamakhya
Vagaries of emotions,
a driver subconscious
feels the horizon
as rich or trivial raw material
it is stacked with !
simplicity is also called erudition ,
a mental plane dedicated
and surrendered to the omnipresent
is also called the higher version
Of self realization,
the gateway to truth and emancipation
The mountain of fear is out, set free, to unleash the fury in the lanes, by lanes upheavals of anxiety amidst collapsing faith, out to circumvent lives everything is down, shutdown but who will shutdown the soul! it will emerge stronger, evolving discovering rediscovering the new I or you! everything is down, shutdown but who will shutdown 'the time' it will flow, unscathed, carrying in its waves, all that come in its way, the transitory dirt the viruses and bacteria. bells will ring again roads will be manned again love will replace suspicion, deaths will be delayed hopes will be myriad butterflies will play carefree rainbows will be sighted, in the sky or lives! Kamakhya
dark night sailing in the violent sea sharks of ego and 'me and my benefits' boundary wall pirates of peace tides of pain and rejection shivering winds of malnourished hearts a sense of complete incompleteness consciously unconscious! everything in the middle of larynx difficult to shallow the whitewashed wall will show the cracks of unperceived truth today or tomorrow the crescendo of misery unbearable now roadblocks of fear fear of being a maverick! thank God sighted is a lighthouse! emitting the light of Almighty rays of universal love overdrive is looking inward did we? Kamakhya Image credit: Google
in the cosmetic landscapes,
venoms of ego and envy.
have a tendency to be carried away,
in the ineffective verbosity of symposium ,
undercurrent of ignorance.
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 Image Credit:Google
The distance to death is shrinking en route a slippery ground of ignorance. The choice of no choice is a near deliberate resistance. consciously unconscious! Kamakhya
the proclivity to stay unaffected is nothing new the sufferings the pains of people around making no impact to look beyond the self the servitude to matter and ego incapacitating the consciousness to ignite the true nature of we denizens the so called hyperbole and nonchalance do not heal people while the passion for compassion does how less is too less only the inner self can answer the indifference to them today will only reinforce the difference in our well being tomorrow accepting people as they are soaked in universal love dislodging all the grudges makes sense a big sense! Image credit : Google
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
the midnight soliloquy
and the castle of hopes
with bricks of permutations,
built , rebuilt.
sea of imagination
cool , blue
the tidal fantasy marching ahead,
don’t know why
transitory white bubbles
die natural death !
cruising ahead to disseminate
the havoc of pain.
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
for a reason !