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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Why should you

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the moon light may play

hide and seek,

hiding behind the black clouds

why should you?

the soundless sound

and the aura of emptiness

may have managed to stay back

in my room or  the foyer,

the loneliness and pains

may have lied to be okay,

beneath a brave posture

why should you?

people may say and forget

what they had said,

the crowd may misunderstand

the congestion in my heart,

the logjam of uneasinesses

or the obscure silence , in between

why should you?

the snowfall

might have buried everything,

under its way,

covering the beautiful mementos,

en route

why should you?

Kamakhya

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Emptiness





the air did not stop flowing 
morning newspaper 
delivered in time 
the sanitary napkin was in place 
household chores 
faced no disruptions 
they did talk 
bereft of warmth,of course,
cosmetic pleasantries,
the shivering emptiness
still sounds louder.

Sun embraced my balcony unopposed,
a routine camaraderie 
the day played its role,
a cocktail mosaic 
of screenshots 
Of anger frustration 
glances of excitement 
a burst of laughter,
rare, abrupt though,
the shivering emptiness 
still sounds louder.

Expressions blossomed 
at times,
stack of subdued suppressed ones
absorbed in black cupboards,
deaf and dumb 
as if must be protected 
in deep chamber 
against all the risks 
all the times 
the shivering emptiness 
still sounds louder.


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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 

Proclivity

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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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Just like that

Oh my silence! 
how much you speak,
untired, alone 
amidst vast horizon 
of internal noises,
multiple screenshots,
background scores.

Oh the wind,
my friend,
here,there,nearby 
how much you talk,
en route
a platter of feelings,
earthy fragrance,
waves of jealousy 
news of paranoia 
a symphony of ecstasy,
goodness or godliness.

Oh my heart! 
how much you know,
how you treasure few,
discard some
and ignore many
how much you cry,
laugh,dance 
on the pedestal of emotions 
or backdrop of wisdom 
and ignorance 
how much you long
for the inaccessible,
embrace the penultimate 
realizations,
the elasticity of your sensitivity,
paving the way for 
the oscillation of thoughts 
and actions! 


Kamakhya 

Castle of hopes

the midnight soliloquy

and the castle of hopes

with bricks of  permutations,

combinations

built , rebuilt.

sea of  imagination

cool , blue

the tidal fantasy marching ahead,

carefree

don’t  know why

transitory white bubbles

die natural death !

retreating waves

cruising ahead to disseminate

the havoc of  pain.

believe me

the crossroads of  aching silences

will  not  be same again

for the cycle of  impermanence

will replace gloom with  glee ,

after few  hours

with the  new  aurora

castle of  hopes

this  time  will  be  built

on the  as  is  where  is  basis

on  the  edifice  of  living in the present

than  in   past  or  future

and  will be  rebuilt

with  the belief that

everything  happens

for  a  reason !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

 

 

The Sea & Crab

the sea looked 
little reposeful,
quiet,secluded 
reticent waves,
like my disturbed,
subdued,gloomy mind waves on the shore
serene blue expanse 
bereft of agility,
relishing the 'my space 'luxury 
in the land of intruders!

alone,perplexed,
I looked in its eye,
the mother of many in its lap,
gigantic yet modest 
unlike the non-entity,
ostentatious siblings,
in the plane.
little knowledge,
is a dangerous thing 
how little is too little,
amidst subjective scales
sans objectivity,
some how  reinforces,
how life is lost everyday,
a depleting debilitating syndrome,
a debacle of being! 

a new born crab 
just now rushed towards me 
for shelter, innocently 
unaware of,
how dangerous its protector can be
soon on my palm,
we understood the language 
of warmth,mutual respect 
love was in the air,
all around,
in the faces of small plants,
nearby,
in the  retreating foams,
in the brotherly winds,
dancing with joy,
in the sandy corridor 
the surging water,
suddenly kissing my feet,
the strangers looking,
known, very own.


Kamakhya 

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