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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The Sea & Crab

the sea looked 
little reposeful,
quiet,secluded 
reticent waves,
like my disturbed,
subdued,gloomy mind waves on the shore
serene blue expanse 
bereft of agility,
relishing the 'my space 'luxury 
in the land of intruders!

alone,perplexed,
I looked in its eye,
the mother of many in its lap,
gigantic yet modest 
unlike the non-entity,
ostentatious siblings,
in the plane.
little knowledge,
is a dangerous thing 
how little is too little,
amidst subjective scales
sans objectivity,
some how  reinforces,
how life is lost everyday,
a depleting debilitating syndrome,
a debacle of being! 

a new born crab 
just now rushed towards me 
for shelter, innocently 
unaware of,
how dangerous its protector can be
soon on my palm,
we understood the language 
of warmth,mutual respect 
love was in the air,
all around,
in the faces of small plants,
nearby,
in the  retreating foams,
in the brotherly winds,
dancing with joy,
in the sandy corridor 
the surging water,
suddenly kissing my feet,
the strangers looking,
known, very own.


Kamakhya 

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Odd times

Don't know why 
a symphony of flashbacks,
a picturesque autumn
pervading the mind,
in scorching heat of summer,
knocks the door at odd times

tears beneath the brave postures,
guilt amidst the justifications,
knock the door at odd times

a vacuity
fills the heart at odd times
a pining to find the lost,
aches at odd times!


Kamakhya








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 

Image Credit: Google 





Choked









silence of silences

soundless sound

of solitude

except my friends

photo frame and lamp

midnight is now

broad day light

you know what

the dusty mementos of our love

are scattered all around

in my small room

I get choked with

the smokes from

half – burnt woods

or wounds !

tired , exhausted

the aurora of hope

my only strength ,

my virtual tendril

Kamakhya

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Tendril

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somebody  from the crowd

said

be it  as  it may

why  it should  be

and  how long , i  don’t  know

the wooden log , dry,

life less , separated  from mother tree,

some how aspires  to be

in the middle  of  lively meadow

not   in the midst  of  midnight  despondency,

to  witness  the  preheated fantasies

going   evaporated , through  the window,

black  in the  night,

singing  a  semitone,

time  and  again.

You  know

it  is  difficult  to duplicate  the feelings

though  new aurora  may bring  varied new colors,

a  different  genre,

the  heart  still  craves

to  revolve around  the  sun  of  you

in  a  neoclassical  way,

with  renewed  precocity

to  draw  a  herbaceous  border

that  flourishes

with  the  tendril  of  you  being  near me,

ingrained.

 

Kamakhya

 

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Hiatus

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my propensity to search you 
in the mist 
nothing new 
i know 
you know this 
the smiling hibiscus of breezy morning
outside my window 
just brought the gush today!
i counted the looking backs
the snowflakes time of our togetherness
as if holding a rosary in my heart
with the eyes closed!
the fresco of your face lighting up 
in my mind 
the hiatus appearing like a hologram
refracting on the light 
of my permutations and combinations
why the soulmates need
the sickle to shrivel their love!
i wonder 
how skewed may be
stashed is however everything 
with me 
just waiting 
for the torrential rains 
to soothe our parched hearts!