Do you know?

Do you know?

failures and rejections

are scattered around

the floor of my house

and I still

collect

preserve

those broken pieces of mirror,

obsolete coins,

handful of mists,

in half-broken

half-full heart

in the midnight?

Someone, a black shadow

standing still

behind the drapery,

unmoved

reticent.

I sometimes long

to find a vibrant soul ,

a talking parrot,

an unseasonal stream of love

from the shadow

overenthusiastically

but amidst

rains of tears

cyclone of heartache

and darkness of failed fantasies,

nothing is seen or heard

in the soundless post midnight?

Do you know ?

the questions

needing soothing answers,

ironically, go on to present

more and more new questions,

smokes of crackers,

thick black clouds

and a battlefield

of anxieties, despair,

a secluded long serpentine road ahead?

@ Kamakhya

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The Distant Sky

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 




Waiting.. //

What else

I could have done

than waiting !

the sun moon stars ,

all waited along with me

before retiring for the day

only to join me

the next day,

on my waiting spree !

I continued keeping

the doors and windows

of my heart and soul

open,

unreserved

undistracted

only to witness

the glimmer of enlightenment

enamour me,

handhold me

in transcending

to the other side of river,

towards tranquility and bliss

to the woods comprising

‘ you and me ‘

towards the realization

of You are with me !

@ Kamakhya


			

Gateway

Vagaries of emotions,

turbulent

serene.

deep down,

a  driver subconscious

sees things

feels the horizon

as  rich or trivial  raw material

it is stacked with !

simplicity is also called erudition ,

a mental plane dedicated

and surrendered to the omnipresent

is also called  the higher version

Of  self realization,

the  gateway to truth and emancipation

Kamakhya

Euphoria

Something missing 
Somewhere,
amidst the deafening buzz
and euphoria.
The whisper whistling  despair 
and remorse,
still sneaking in.
Someone behind the drapery,
shouting at me
the black shadow of conscience,
dissecting my thoughts threadbare,
cursing the polluted chambers of heart,
deep inside 
at the epicentre of my karma(actions).
Guilt and repentance
Just entered my room,
to talk to me,
recriminating all the way
in the wintry night,
a quandary in the misty festivities, 
ephemeral glitz outside 
and the snowflakes around.
Why I did not keep a track,
I wonder
how the rising resolutions of quiet midnights to transcend,
had fallen paralysed in the new mornings,
strangulating the goodness or godliness with a rope of lust or matter.
Unbelievable.
The smiling light with embracing hands still calling me near,
lovingly,
to forgive,love me
asking me to replicate 
the same for others.

Merry Christmas!


Kamakhya 
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Why should you

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the moon light may play

hide and seek,

hiding behind the black clouds

why should you?

the soundless sound

and the aura of emptiness

may have managed to stay back

in my room or  the foyer,

the loneliness and pains

may have lied to be okay,

beneath a brave posture

why should you?

people may say and forget

what they had said,

the crowd may misunderstand

the congestion in my heart,

the logjam of uneasinesses

or the obscure silence , in between

why should you?

the snowfall

might have buried everything,

under its way,

covering the beautiful mementos,

en route

why should you?

Kamakhya

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Emptiness





the air did not stop flowing 
morning newspaper 
delivered in time 
the sanitary napkin was in place 
household chores 
faced no disruptions 
they did talk 
bereft of warmth,of course,
cosmetic pleasantries,
the shivering emptiness
still sounds louder.

Sun embraced my balcony unopposed,
a routine camaraderie 
the day played its role,
a cocktail mosaic 
of screenshots 
Of anger frustration 
glances of excitement 
a burst of laughter,
rare, abrupt though,
the shivering emptiness 
still sounds louder.

Expressions blossomed 
at times,
stack of subdued suppressed ones
absorbed in black cupboards,
deaf and dumb 
as if must be protected 
in deep chamber 
against all the risks 
all the times 
the shivering emptiness 
still sounds louder.


Kamakhya 

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