Do you know?

Do you know?

failures and rejections

are scattered around

the floor of my house

and I still

collect

preserve

those broken pieces of mirror,

obsolete coins,

handful of mists,

in half-broken

half-full heart

in the midnight?

Someone, a black shadow

standing still

behind the drapery,

unmoved

reticent.

I sometimes long

to find a vibrant soul ,

a talking parrot,

an unseasonal stream of love

from the shadow

overenthusiastically

but amidst

rains of tears

cyclone of heartache

and darkness of failed fantasies,

nothing is seen or heard

in the soundless post midnight?

Do you know ?

the questions

needing soothing answers,

ironically, go on to present

more and more new questions,

smokes of crackers,

thick black clouds

and a battlefield

of anxieties, despair,

a secluded long serpentine road ahead?

@ Kamakhya

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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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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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Peephole

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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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