Castle of hopes

the midnight soliloquy

and the castle of hopes

with bricks of  permutations,

combinations

built , rebuilt.

sea of  imagination

cool , blue

the tidal fantasy marching ahead,

carefree

don’t  know why

transitory white bubbles

die natural death !

retreating waves

cruising ahead to disseminate

the havoc of  pain.

believe me

the crossroads of  aching silences

will  not  be same again

for the cycle of  impermanence

will replace gloom with  glee ,

after few  hours

with the  new  aurora

castle of  hopes

this  time  will  be  built

on the  as  is  where  is  basis

on  the  edifice  of  living in the present

than  in   past  or  future

and  will be  rebuilt

with  the belief that

everything  happens

for  a  reason !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

 

 

Alone

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a plethora of voices

each setting its spectrum

noises intermittent

many unnecessary but inescapable

the statues of future,

of  fear greed success failure,

self made,

dancing right before the mind

with the future being consumed,  now.

all  i  wanted,

a few moments of  nothingness

to keep the ever engaging mind at bay

a forest stay ,  away from this world of attachments,

a trail of seclusion scouting for those

precious moments .

meditation or without or beyond

internal silence is an inside job

aloneness,

a deliberate mission for a higher conversation ,

is  all about knowing the truth

and unknowing the attachments ,

manifested in fear greed ego,

successes or  failures

Kamakhya

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Dear Mind

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the horizon is not fixed 
the assortment of layers
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial 
the cruise encompassing from here to there
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism 
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of inflictions or judgements 
Or in between, the patch of 
indecision 
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
anyways..
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request 
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind 
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!

Kamakhya 

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when a midnight's thought
evaporates before the first ray of sun,
the failed resolutions
wait for the dusk to germinate again,
only to go astray,
the process of refurbishing the self,
does not move beyond a prologue of half-heartedness,
seeing and finding the loved ones
in the faces of unknown people
in the journey of life,
being a small good samaritan of love and compassion,
for them,
takes lives closer to the sanctum
or the repository of peace.
the cacophonies of life,
now left little behind!

Kamakhya 

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Revisit

scintillating  journey

cruising ahead the night’s silence ,

a  disturbed  sleep  syndrome

or  an  welcome  encounter

with  the  self !

the  time zone  meant for talking

to the  shadow of  intellect

objectively

far from  biases and  knoll of

irrational behaviours  executed

in the day

that day  a  second  evaluation of actions

some how reconfirmed that

how  wrong  was that  reaction

that  rude  tone

that  indifferent attitude

that  ignoring the  pain,

to  those people around

how the trail of  actions

was  bereft  of  love   care

and  compassion

a  revisit  making  me realize

the snags  of  humanity,

patience , forgiveness

or  eternal  awareness

a  revisit  urging me to refurbish,

before  I  succumbed  to  sleep !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

Lovely Relationship

A  beginning

focussing on lovely attributes

some how slips to focussing

on bad qualities of a partner,

a loved one

a low tolerance level

melting  love for the person

in the heat of  current pain ,

a memoir of  detestation

the breached threshold of tolerance

making sure to convert tolerance

in to contempt,

the love morphing into hate

and the hate branding

every action of other

as immoral  wrong  or selfish

peculiar is the tendency of brain

for it remembers the present pain

or pleasure ,

forgetting all the delights

unforgettable beauties of the other person or the past

denial of a second chance

to the one who is hurting ,

only denies an opportunity to overcome the pain of being hurt

all that the love,

the lifeline of existence,

the mother and manifestation

of  all wisdom,

cries out for  survival

is to appreciate the difference in others,

accept them

or at least   tolerate and forgive them !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

Castle of hopes

the midnight soliloquy

and the castle of hopes

with bricks of  permutations,

combinations

built , rebuilt.

sea of  imagination

cool , blue

the tidal fantasy marching ahead,

carefree

don’t  know why

transitory white bubbles

die natural death !

retreating waves

cruising ahead to disseminate

the havoc of  pain.

believe me

the crossroads of  aching silences

will  not  be same again

for the cycle of  impermanence

will replace gloom with  glee ,

after few  hours

with the  new  aurora

castle of  hopes

this  time  will  be  built

on the  as  is  where  is  basis

on  the  edifice  of  living in the present

than  in   past  or  future

and  will be  rebuilt

with  the belief that

everything  happens

for  a  reason !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

 

 

Unadulterated

In the tranquillity of dawn

cool canvas of aurora,

I asked the unadulterated mind

to stay cool

pristine

throughout the day

away from the complexities

Of the day

the mind said

it is you who makes  it adulterated

with your ego hatred greed

your quest for establishing your superiority , always

your inability to feel the colors

Of universality

you saw in the aurora ,

in the early morning !

 

Kamakhya

 

 

 

Near or Far : My God with me

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Do I get less blessed here !  with nobody , crowd,  around ?  only the deity of God ,myself & my family in the vicinity !   This flashing thought intrigued me that day , kept me measuring my understandings of religion , spirituality , devotion or God , when ,I , along with my family recently visited a temple near my ancestral village , around 140 km from the state capital ( Bhubaneswar,India) . The beautiful temple sorrounded by nature all over-river touching it’s feet ,mangroves & other trees ..adding to the serene atmosphere, providing a deeper feeling to heart and mind .The temple that day , had no visitors except my family and a servitor of temple .

while still enjoying the nature, the sublime place , triggering spiritualism in me , I could not stop remembering my experience I  had few days back in another famous temple in a different metro city (India)  where I  was in a long serpentine queue for 3 hours to have  a glimpse of God , amidst heavy rush , lots of commotion .

while I don’t have any bias or disliking as such , against my or our visiting any famed , busy place of worship, be it a temple, mosque or a church , I was feeling as if many questions going unanswered in my mind !   I very well knew that visiting a famous place of worship any where of any religion , does invoke in us a sense of devotion to God by seeing many people there . Still , sitting on the verandah of that temple just in front of the presiding deity face to face , I started reasoning out that day : whether the blessings from God of this remote , lesser known temple would be any less compared to visiting a historically important , bigger, more-happening & famous temple adorning the same God,any where in the world !

My conviction level , logic, understandings ..kept assuring me  : ” I will be, if I deserve, equally blessed by the God , irrespective of size , stature, reputation , location of place of worship, for the simple reason that – the Omnipresent God is every where , in every thing ! He (God) controls me , he is within me , he knows me & he loves me . He blesses me on the basis of ” the real ME ” within me and the actions I do ( law of karma in Hinduism) , No matter which place of worship I visit or don’t  visit at all . My blessings will not be any inferior visiting a  near by , lesser known place of God compared to a  far off , famous place of God . ”  My heart went on convincing me that it was never a matter of Near or Far but content and intent !

still in my world of such thoughts , this beautiful  poem by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore flashed in my mind : ( written in Bengali language – one of multi languages of India)

” Bohu din dhore bohu kros dure , bohu byay kori bohu desh ghure , Dekhite giyechi porbotmala,dekhite giyechi sindhu. Dekha hoy nai chokkhu meliya, ghor hote sudhu dui paa feliya Ekti dhaner shisher upore ekti shishir bindu  ” 

Translated in English it means : ”  I have travelled miles , for many years . I have spent a lot to see the mountains and oceans. But I have missed seeing just two steps away from home the sheaf of paddy grain on which a dew drop glistens ”

The poem encapsulates not just the ethos of travel but also of human nature , our true understanding, our prospective to life , where the glamorous distant attracts us more than simple pleasures , simple insights ..near by .

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Kamakhya

 

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Transcend

Scrappy mindset 
and the hallucination
of texture of truth 
in the early morning 
or in the late night,
emanating from 
the perfunctory deeds! 

Perpetuity of today's 
colourful canvas 
will one day become 
a thing of past,
hopefully, 
to clear the logjam 
in the air or hearts 
to transcend beyond 
the scapegoats of matter,
ego, hatred 
or dichotomy of pleasure 
and pain 


Kamakhya