It was not possible
to move ahead
or go back
The wavering statues
were flying in the blue sky,
invited
uninvited
and were waiting sometimes,
at the crossroads of mind,
in the city of heart,
for the serpentine river of past,
for the melting away of ices
in to tears!
If you had told once then,
I would have tied up
with a rope
that biased mind,
would have requested
the autumn
the sun
the moon,
to wait a little,
would have added
little more fuel
to the dying depleting lamp!
The characters of
black and white days,
most often now a days,
knock my doors,
while sleeping,
eyes closed but heart open.
They say..
' I see bad dreams'.
but i love to
walk around
with a lantern and stick in my hand,
from my intrinsic original nature
to my professed acts,
from lashing rains
to flowing tears, heartaches
from festivity of vices
to the dream of Nirvana,
from hopes of life
to ignoring the death,
from best kept secrets
to always propagating lies!
@ Kamakhya
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Silent was the sun
except the sunbeams and brightness
it scattered, during the day
why the fickle moon raising
so many questions needing emphatic
answers in the midnight!
Between the scorching heat and
uneasy moonlit late night,
sandwiched is the failed fantasy
like the half-burnt wood
simmering with last remnants of hot ashes.
Questions never stopped gate-crashing
but who will give pacifying matching answers
when mystery reigns in the wintry night,
acute uneasinesses rules the mind
severe pain pierces the heart
and paradoxes fill the air?
The fragrance of sweet Jasmine
and the cool breeze,outside,
are trying their best to palliate things, consolating en route a distraction
but why it can't be from the sources it is needed most?
if not now in the moonlit night
then at least in the new morning?
Kamakhya
