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

 

 

 

 

 

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The voices ,
Samaritan voices ,
Pristine , conscience enamoured,
at times did appear ,
radiating the abrupt spark
waving their hands from a distance,
feeble ,slow, inconsequential though ,
insinuating what to do
or not do ,
to be little kinder
little more compassionate empathetic
to love a little more ,
to others around
but only to be suppressed
by the aura of ego self-indulgence.
‘ I ‘ and ‘ why I ‘
being the circumventing force ,
the spoilers to the rainbow
or the fear of being a maverick!
butchered rationality,
even could not cry
before being buried
under the heaps of materialism,
core primitive voices
once again orphaned ,
left to strangulate themselves.
All the wisdom now inaccessible,
the goodness propaganda
already hiding some where,
deaf and dumb.
Stark ignorance amidst erudition,
is not embracing the simple truth:
All are one
and one is in All .


Kamakhya


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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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Drenched

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when the  rain clad   hibiscus  smiled

in the breezy  morning today,

I  began searching  for  the absconding butterflies,

the rainbows

the miniature dreams

though ephemeral .

you see,

the question never was

how to dance drenched in rain,

driving the insipidity away

but how exhilarating it would

be with you by my side

I wiped the foggy droplets

on my glass window

to revisit the flashbacks

and recreate the paper boats !

 

Kamakhya

 

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Crescent

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I  asked  the effusive reminiscences
to take   me to those moments
to be with you
I asked the rain to wash away
those tears and solitude
to palliate the pains
to pervade those dimples
on your cheeks
I  asked  those innocuous fights
to be very careful  next time
to be evanescent
if at all they be
I asked the breeze  to  preclude
the heaviness  in the air
or heart
I asked the esoteric crescent
to go back
to come back
a mellifluous full moon
Kamakhya
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That long silence

is

after the long nattering 
your abrupt silence 
made me evaluate 
where i had gone wrong
where is the scope for amendment
on my part 
questioning the answers  
and answering the questions 
i confronted  on my way
the fear of loss 
and hope for a happy comeback
engaging me all through out 
making me looking out for 
the locksmith of hope 
to unlock the deadlock
i told my heart 
to stay cool
to persevere 
it is nothing more than 
an obscure patch
may be a swing of mood 
don't know why 
this time 
the normalcy did not return
your silence taking longer
to get dismantled 
longer enough to reinstate 
the original comeback!
leaving behind 
the memento of that long silence
with me 
for ever    

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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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Time

a  rendezvous with the past,

smiling sunflowers,

and  lovely butterflies,

why some how

leads  to miles and miles

of  barren land and bald trees

now ?

don’t say , time heals

in the face of  a diminishing candle

and  a  distancing  riverbank.

who will now tell the time

to  return those blushes

those innocuous fights ,

those mosaic of togetherness !

 

Kamakhya