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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I asked death
is there death?
death said..
No.
there is life.
death only separates life,
in different strata!
Death is amidst
and within life,
everyday, everywhere,
in pursuit of
hatred
Jealousy
and greed!
Virtue is
passion for compassion
Vice is being instrumental
for inflicting pains,
to others!
@ Kamakhya
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
Between the lust and the least,
lost is the reservoir of knowledge,
Overpowerd by spells of ignorance.
The brave cosmetism
beneath the hollow skeleton
The search sans purpose
and the purpose sans truth.
Kamakhya
The mountain of fear
is out, set free,
to unleash the fury
in the lanes, by lanes
upheavals of anxiety
amidst collapsing faith,
out to circumvent lives
everything is down,
shutdown
but who will shutdown
the soul!
it will emerge stronger,
evolving
discovering
rediscovering
the new I or you!
everything is down,
shutdown
but who will shutdown
'the time'
it will flow,
unscathed,
carrying in its waves,
all that come in its way,
the transitory dirt
the viruses and bacteria.
bells will ring again
roads will be manned again
love will replace suspicion,
deaths will be delayed
hopes will be myriad
butterflies will play carefree
rainbows will be sighted,
in the sky or lives!
Kamakhya
as i embraced the new winter
under the blanket
still awake
eyes half closed
and began my soliloquy
searching solace from nostalgia,
you came on to the stage
en route the blanket
to sing the lullaby for me
when i longed for hearing your voice,
you sat still
like a silent freesia
i wanted to tell you
how the bench near the sea beach
laughing at me
how the still hibiscus
sympathizing with me
how the photo frame on the wall,
accusing me
i wanted to tell you
how i missed the full moon
or even the thin crescent
after the fortnight of darkness
What you say
say something now,
Please
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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