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 Image credit:https://unsplash.com
I could have done
than waiting !
the sun moon stars ,
all waited along with me
before retiring for the day
only to join me
the next day,
on my waiting spree !
I continued keeping
the doors and windows
of my heart and soul
only to witness
the glimmer of enlightenment
to the other side of river,
towards tranquility and bliss
to the woods comprising
‘ you and me ‘
towards the realization
of You are with me !
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
Vagaries of emotions,
a driver subconscious
feels the horizon
as rich or trivial raw material
it is stacked with !
simplicity is also called erudition ,
a mental plane dedicated
and surrendered to the omnipresent
is also called the higher version
Of self realization,
the gateway to truth and emancipation
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
in the cosmetic landscapes,
venoms of ego and envy.
have a tendency to be carried away,
in the ineffective verbosity of symposium ,
undercurrent of ignorance.
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 Image Credit: Google
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 Image Credit:Google