Reflections

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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Rejoinder

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