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 



Flyleaf

is-5

why the rainy evening
reminds me my solitude
absence of symbiosis
i don't know 
falling down of the book 
from the bookshelf
was accidental
not my canvas of thoughts 
looking out for the cocoon of your love
the old book you gave me years back
a gift or an enrapturing memento 
to caress me much later
God knows
a garden of autumn just followed me
wherever my reminiscences went
coupled with the rainy winds
what a picturesque fragrance
of you..hovering near me
i noticed the last page
the flyleaf
unwritten,blank 
the pure white color has turned into off white
like an overcast sky
hiding the sun of subdued feelings
reinforcing the years gone by 
or 'the time heals' consolation perfectly ensconced 
i wanted to write something 
on the blank flyleaf
not for calligraphy or origami
but for meeting you
right there in the flyleaf itself
but could not write much
except
your name
and " God bless you ever"       
   
Kamakhya 

Photo Credit: Google 


Flyleaf

is-5

why the rainy evening
reminds me my solitude
absence of symbiosis
i don't know 
falling down of the book 
from the bookshelf
was accidental
not my canvas of thoughts 
looking out for the cocoon of your love
the old book you gave me years back
a gift or an enrapturing memento 
to caress me much later
God knows
a garden of autumn just followed me
wherever my reminiscences went
coupled with the rainy winds
what a picturesque fragrance
of you..hovering near me
i noticed the last page
the flyleaf
unwritten,blank 
the pure white color has turned into off white
like an overcast sky
hiding the sun of subdued feelings
reinforcing the years gone by 
or 'the time heals' consolation perfectly ensconced 
i wanted to write something 
on the blank flyleaf
not for calligraphy or origami
but for meeting you
right there in the flyleaf itself
but could not write much
except
your name
and " God bless you ever"       
   
Kamakhya 

Photo Credit: Google