The crowd
did not evidence
anyone, to be called
very own !
don't know why?
there was no cool shade
under the banyan tree
what was there was
heatwave and rejection
there were no sounds
of love and equanimity!
The river where it was earlier,
now a barren land
the jungle
now a city of jealousy!
don't know
whether I am there or not
where I used to be?
The person evading death
in the name of waiting
for it,
doesn't know yet
what to search
when or where to search!
standing still
or consciously unconscious,
he himself
in his own hands
makes a disturbed,
unsatisfied soul
fly away
to a distant sky,
to an uncertain realm!
@Kamakhya
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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