Dear Mind

is-11

the horizon is not fixed 
the assortment of layers
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial 
the cruise encompassing from here to there
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism 
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of inflictions or judgements 
Or in between, the patch of 
indecision 
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
anyways..
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request 
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind 
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!

Kamakhya 

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Dear Mind

is-11

the horizon is not fixed 
the assortment of layers
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial 
the cruise encompassing from here to there
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism 
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of inflictions or judgements 
Or in between, the patch of 
indecision 
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
anyways..
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request 
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind 
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!

Kamakhya 

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Solitary

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moistened heart

emotional fatigue

graphic equalizers of reminiscences

in the solitary night

the cravings to talk

but with whom

the night lamp

the photo frame on the wall,

the confluence of  paranoias,

waves of despair,

a virtual crowd,

hijackers of peace

or the lone barking dog  on the road,

outside

or the aurora which is yet to come

a cloistered soliloquy

echoing the same permutations

and combinations in the labyrinth,

tired,restless

the outlet or divergence

is a precious thing

who is there?

with a handful of fresh air

looks like the shadow of the invisible idol

with all embracing arms,

and compassionate eyes,

knocking at the door!

 

Kamakhya

 

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Placebo

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the emptiness
amidst fullness
intrinsic uneasiness
when everything 
seems to be in place
those insecurities 
of varied textures
cropping up from hideouts
the cycle of fear
with genesis of anxieties
plethora of 'what ifs'
pangs of heart and mind 
a paradoxical journey 
I asked them, the other day
these undercurrents
the dilemma and vicissitudes
those intrusive friends,
why must you be 
in the vicinity
to play the hide and seek 
with the subconscious 
and how long 
listen, said they 
as long as 
you hold on to the I-consciousness
than God-consciousness 
duality than non-duality
misplaced identity
than knowing you,yourself
as long as 
you fly high your sole sojourn
fuelled by ego attachments ignorance
driven by inundating greed for matter
bereft of love and compassion 
that too in inverse direction
the placebo,said they 
is to use a parachute
to be down to earth
and walk
on a path of spreading love
universal in flavour,
rising above the duality,
transcending towards a summit 
of collective consciouness


Kamakhya

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Conversation

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a  mental plane,

bereft of  serenity

unabated internal conversations

with the shadow of self,

a fruition of  a fusion of  self made thoughts,

of  present , past ,future

of  fear , jealousy , paranoia

or excitement ,anxiety , transitory happiness

and sorrow

the loquacity of  a  protagonist mind ,

refusing to pause

a little calmness always a miss

amidst continuous throbbing vibrations

of  a talking another ‘ me’

no matter whether the outside world,

is there with me or not

the crowd of gyrated self conversations,

always at work

i said to the crowd

to pave the way for tranquility

to enable me to realize

the less is more

to lead me towards a conversation

full of  intoxication of love,compassion,

peace and divinity

 

Kamakhya

 

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Cyclical

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the rain is over
leaving the coolant effects
everywhere
black thick clouds gone
clearer blue sky now
cool earth
happy sun ready 
to deliver light to life 
rejuvenated flora and fauna
no more lightning
no incessant thundering 
or contingent fears
what is the problem now
mind's equanimity still a miss
recurring anxieties pains paranoia 
have come back to the cycle
from the hideouts
to unleash the fury again
the evil spirit
refuses to vacate the abandoned house
the departing fulfilled greed,
has passed on the baton
to others, of same genre,
in waiting, in serpentine queue
the propensity to break away,
reinforces a passion for dispassion,
an uphill task, a slippery ground 
while the wait is for 
another forecast of soothing rain
or maturing of next greed
the creator waits for 
a surrendering of soul,
a dismantled doership,
an authoritarian I ! 

Kamakhya

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Oh! My Mood

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tranquility of early morning 
smiling leaves
with shining dew
dancing with cool breeze
the agile,chirping birds,
flying high
making the most of the new sunshine
bells ringing
from the place of worship,nearby
my non-controversial mood
as pleasant as the first morning tea,
a big thank you God
for the fresh new day
9'o clock sun rays 
entering my balcony,unopposed
as if it must pass through
this gateway
before it goes to world
tilting the scale of my mood,
anxiety,reticence 
setting in.
a zig-zag mood graph of workplace,
a disproportionate happiness,
sadness,fullness,emptiness,
a cocktail of moods,
short lived bubbles
evaporating with each depleting 
work hour!
evening music
cool winds
kids playing ,carefree
i play with my octogenarian mother
oh my mood! 
now irritable,next romantic
then gloomy ,now happy,excited 
my inscrutable mood swings!
are they,
i wonder
the results of,
my reacting to situations
my neurotransmitter
or my sleep intake
effects of color,music,light
my jealousy,my hatred or paranoia
my pains and aloneness
or someone's else sourced to me,
an aura of guilt shrinking being me!
my realization of equanimity
of present,past,future
or meditation,paving the way for Nirvana,
i don't know
inexplicable for me
my moods are "me"
good or bad,
as varied as rich as 
my beliefs,values,dreams.

Kamakhya

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Grudge

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If nothing has happened 
why something is still there
the confluence of whys
now and then 
making waves 
at times,violent 
the graphic equalizer of heart 
making too much buzz 
with the musings of hatred 
the strings of unforgiveness 
rising up, as never before 
if sometimes 
the soothing breeze before the rain
promises positivity 
some other times 
the intense humidity of mind 
sends those promises 
back to the farthest yard of heart 
a vagary of climate change 
for the heart and mind 
something in the middle of larynx
difficult to dissolve 
in the world of concretes 
with edifices of ego pride scornfulness
searching the hearts of wax 
is a journey towards futility
if painting the self 
with the colors of ego narcissism 
and  pomposity 
is that beautiful 
then why the colors 
will not look attractive also with them 
if the tags of pride disdain
are not unstitched from the mind 
how the saplings of forgiveness and love 
be planted in heart 
the disconnect to HIS children 
will never bring the connect to HIM!

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Dear Mind!

is-11

the horizon is not fixed 
the assortment of layers,
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts,
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial 
the cruise encompassing from here to there,
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism 
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of jumpier sniveling!
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything,
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance,
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around! 
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner,
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request..
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind 
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!