# Throwback

There was no way to go,

either go back

or move ahead.

The statues kept flying

in the cool blue sky ,

descending down

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 !

They say…

‘ 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

rebuild, break

the earthen dolls of past !

I just count

recount

the life’s earnings !

Kamakhya





Souvenir

the past haunts 
the heart yearns to travel 
the same road again,
lanes of unadulterated love.
the drizzling rain and 
the umbrella 
gift many mementos 
the old library becomes 
a mediator again 
the photo frame comes alive 
I love the soliloquy 
that follows.
futile though,
I search you behind the drapery 
as if you are playing 
hide and seek late in the night
yes 
the present overpowers the past 
and time never looks back 
but to say that 
the 'now' will push the ' then '
into oblivion,
will be wrong.
what you say ?


Kamakhya 


Image Credit:Google