Reflections

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

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