It was not possible to move ahead or go back The wavering statues were flying in the blue sky, invited uninvited and were waiting sometimes, at the crossroads of mind, in the city of heart, for the serpentine river of past, for the melting away of ices in to tears! If you had told once then, I would have tied up with a rope that biased mind, would have requested the autumn the sun the moon, to wait a little, would have added little more fuel to the dying depleting lamp! The characters of black and white days, most often now a days, knock my doors, while sleeping, eyes closed but heart open. They say.. ' I see bad dreams'. but i love to walk around with a lantern and stick in my hand, from my intrinsic original nature to my professed acts, from lashing rains to flowing tears, heartaches from festivity of vices to the dream of Nirvana, from hopes of life to ignoring the death, from best kept secrets to always propagating lies! @ Kamakhya Image credit:https://unsplash.com
There was no way to go,
either go back
or move ahead.
The statues kept flying
in the cool blue sky ,
to appear before me intermittently
at the crossroads,
lanes, by lanes, traffic junctions !
The iceberg in heart
had started melting ,
the trumpet of being helpless
had already blown, with wrinkles.
There were no expectations
to get anything.
Do you know?
If you had told at least once then,
I could have caged
my wavering mind and heart ,
I could have added
little more fuel to a depleting lamp !
‘ I talk a lot in sleep.
But i just love to walk around,
on the streets i visited once,
with a lantern in my hand,
from lashing rains to flowing tears
from blushes to knoll of hatred,
from storms to lighthouses
from vices to self-proclaimed virtues , way to Nirvana
from crowd to solitude
from useless loquacity and lies
to best kept secrets and truths !
I just search , dissect
the years gone by
I just build
the earthen dolls of past !
I just count
the life’s earnings !
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