Being there

I thought 
how difficult it to be 
being there! 
being there with them,
who are fighting each second 
for a survival, 
without giving a damn,
to that luxurious car, a dine out
or a favourite drink
Being there with them,
who are struggling to tide over
the acute poverty in every walk 
of life 
Being there with them,
who are still being misunderstood 
for no fault of theirs 
Being there with them,
who want nothing from me 
but little loving time or patience 
Being there with them,
who want me to understand them
before I take my indifferent stand! 
Don't know 
how I don't understand,
being there with them,
is the purpose of my being! 



Kamakhya 

Euphoria

Something missing 
Somewhere,
amidst the deafening buzz
and euphoria.
The whisper whistling  despair 
and remorse,
still sneaking in.
Someone behind the drapery,
shouting at me
the black shadow of conscience,
dissecting my thoughts threadbare,
cursing the polluted chambers of heart,
deep inside 
at the epicentre of my karma(actions).
Guilt and repentance
Just entered my room,
to talk to me,
recriminating all the way
in the wintry night,
a quandary in the misty festivities, 
ephemeral glitz outside 
and the snowflakes around.
Why I did not keep a track,
I wonder
how the rising resolutions of quiet midnights to transcend,
had fallen paralysed in the new mornings,
strangulating the goodness or godliness with a rope of lust or matter.
Unbelievable.
The smiling light with embracing hands still calling me near,
lovingly,
to forgive,love me
asking me to replicate 
the same for others.

Merry Christmas!


Kamakhya 
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Being there

I thought 
how difficult it to be 
being there,
being there with them,
who are fighting each second 
for a survival, 
without giving a damn,
to that luxurious car, a dine out
or a favourite drink
Being there with them,
who are struggling to tide over
the acute poverty in every walk 
of life 
Being there with them,
who are still being misunderstood 
for no fault of theirs 
Being there with them,
who want nothing from me 
but little loving time or patience 
Being there with them,
who want me to understand them
before I take my indifferent stand! 
Don't know 
how I don't understand,
being there with them,
is the purpose of my being! 



Kamakhya 

Dew

The smiling dew
on the hibiscus,
silent,cool,refreshed 
the epitome of innocence 
the rainbow of happiness 
and tranquillity
no matter how short-lived 
it is,
with the invasion of sun,
a little later.
How come the sticky pains,
still there to unleash its fury,
time and again,
the siren of the past,
still plays its tunes,
the stream of tears 
still flows,
the heart still embraces 
the melancholy.
Why not the past evaporates 
with the vapours of the present,
the flavours of NOW!


Kamakhya 


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Dear Mind

is-11

the horizon is not fixed 
the assortment of layers
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial 
the cruise encompassing from here to there
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism 
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of inflictions or judgements 
Or in between, the patch of 
indecision 
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
anyways..
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request 
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind 
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!

Kamakhya 

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Dear Enlightenment

is (15)

the cravings mount
never to recede 
or take a peaceful pause
the glitz
the gloat 
sound funny
for everything black
after closing the eyes
and the return journey is inevitable
to be traveled just alone 
nobody to follow
nothing to accompany
attachments,ego left behind
Dear Enlightenment!
where are you?
in the darkest corner of heart?
in the sidelines of conscience?
in the confines of intellect 
no matter wherever you are
come in now 
touch the lives!

Kamakhya 

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is (14)    

Shadow

images

who is there ?

behind the draperies

dark in the midnight

in the chilling rainy night

shivering intermittent thunderstorms and lightning

the lightning

the only light

showed up your laughing face

Oh my God

how can you be ‘ me’

what you are doing there

when I am inside

how can you look so happy

in the adversities

when I am writhing in pains,inside

dissecting my four walled miseries

questioning the answers

or answering the questions

are you trying to say

forgive and forget

this or that

or who did what

these graph of pains

loss and separation

transient happiness or sorrows

all lies

yes all lies

did you just say

the only truth

to know myself more

the radiant ever glowing ‘ true me’

the golden boy of HIM

the only of its  kind

a bundle of joy love and bliss

the morning showed the day

with the smile on my face

frantically searching you

outside the window

in the new sunshine

when did you come inside my room?

may be you were with me

already  !

 

Kamakhya

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Dear Mind

is-11

the horizon is not fixed 
the assortment of layers
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial 
the cruise encompassing from here to there
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism 
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of inflictions or judgements 
Or in between, the patch of 
indecision 
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
anyways..
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request 
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind 
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!

Kamakhya 

Image Credit: Google