The crowd
did not evidence
anyone, to be called
very own !
don't know why?
there was no cool shade
under the banyan tree
what was there was
heatwave and rejection
there were no sounds
of love and equanimity!
The river where it was earlier,
now a barren land
the jungle
now a city of jealousy!
don't know
whether I am there or not
where I used to be?
The person evading death
in the name of waiting
for it,
doesn't know yet
what to search
when or where to search!
standing still
or consciously unconscious,
he himself
in his own hands
makes a disturbed,
unsatisfied soul
fly away
to a distant sky,
to an uncertain realm!
@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
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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
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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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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!
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the dried stream
was once full of life
flora and fauna all around
the dry leaf was once green
not flying here and there
with a provocative gush of wind
the wrinkles were once firm
reinforcing the ego of immortality
the futility of their resistance
to change
irreversibility of physical change
thank God
mental change is reversible
a mind conditioned,
to sway of likes and dislikes
enslaved to addictions
of anger jealousy greed
proliferating a set of actions
and the boomerang chequered
joy or sorrow
happiness or unhappiness
..all to manifest
all around
a swirling pattern
of living the life
based on the circumvention
of song of likes and dislikes
miles away from equanimity
or liberation
staying firm
in abidance of one's duty
and devotion
Paves the way for repose
a respite in mind
a state of mind
of nothing much
or nothing less
is it steadfastness
in duty,devotion
or right attitude,vision?
a change from within?
Yes
a big Yes!
Kamakhya Image Credit: Google
absconding happiness it was right there few days back, even few minutes before! variations in contours of mental plane the unpredictable ritcher scale upheavals of fears hallucinations of paranoia failure of perceptions to search the genesis or a disproportionate craving to get hold of it, any how the smiling hibiscus of windy morning, don't know how stays happy, all along multitude of invasions in heart and mind, unabated simplicity and a discounted ego minus orchestrated overthinking, may bring many a lighter shades to the complex cloistered canvas of life or self love with a tinge of forgiveness, let go may clear the logjam of vicious cycle universality of love among the siblings of HIM, transcending the narrow boundaries may illuminate the tunnel of ignorance for a lovely easy ride !
when a midnight's thought
evaporates before the first ray of sun,
the failed resolutions
wait for the dusk to germinate again,
only to go astray,
the process of refurbishing the self,
does not move beyond a prologue of half-heartedness,
seeing and finding the loved ones
in the faces of unknown people
in the journey of life,
being a small good samaritan of love and compassion,
for them,
takes lives closer to the sanctum
or the repository of peace.
the cacophonies of life,
now left little behind!
Kamakhya
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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
when a midnight's thought
evaporates before the first ray of sun,
the failed resolutions
wait for the dusk to germinate again,
only to go astray,
the process of refurbishing the self,
does not move beyond a prologue of half-heartedness,
seeing and finding the loved ones
in the faces of unknown people
in the journey of life,
being a small good samaritan of love and compassion,
for them,
takes lives closer to the sanctum
or the repository of peace.
the cacophonies of life,
now left little behind!
Kamakhya
Image Credit: Google