Lighthouse

is-7

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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The Clouds

The thick floating clouds
rainless, far away, 
the agents of obstruction 
to sunlight
moonlit night, 
just like the floating thoughts 
of past, 
inconsistent
inconsequential 
abstract 
but not without strings 
of mementos, 
the slow silent movements of 
clouds often
prolonging the hide-and-seek pains.
The clouds become sometimes tears, 
even now, 
with roaring thunders, 
shivering lightning.
Evaporation 
craves to orphan 
the gone but unforgettable syndrome 
or embrace a better consumption pattern of the present, the now, 
to overpower the faded canvas, 
to invite a soothing past tomorrow 
or a friendly cloud 
much later!


Kamakhya 




Half Love

The sea beach 
and the marching waves,
excited,nervous 
oblivious of hitting where
castles are built,
rebuilt in the pinkish air
exhilaration rules 
the adrenaline,
jasmine enamours everywhere.
Waves but return 
cracks appear in mirror 
or patches in cracks,
sort of unknown virus 
retreating warmth
subtle but sure,
to dreams,halfway 
en route the failed fantasies.
Silences amidst commotion,
in the day 
or midnights solitary soliloquy,
with moments of mementos
tired tears 
like a defeated heart.
Half empty 
or half full
who will do the litmus test
now? 
The picturesque garden of autumn,
had an entry,
exit gate too,
everything happens 
for a reason,
predestined 
preordained?
may be.

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Kamakhya 



What you say !

is-12

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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Light

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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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.


Kamakhya 

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