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Do you know?

Posted on by Springstart@life : Kamakhya

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

Image credit : Maru Lombardo


			

			
						




			
				


	

	

		
The  Distant Sky
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

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.. //
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

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  


























			




			
				


	

	

		
Life
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

I  asked  death
is  there  death?  
death  said.. 
No. 
there  is  life. 
death  only separates life, 
in different  strata!
Death is  amidst 
and  within life, 
everyday, everywhere, 
in pursuit of 
hatred 
Jealousy 
and  greed!
Virtue is 
passion for compassion 
Vice  is being instrumental 
for inflicting  pains, 
to  others!


@ Kamakhya 


			




			
				


	

	

		
Gateway
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

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

			




			
				


	

	

		
Being there
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

I thought 
how difficult it to be 
being there! 
being there with them,
who are fighting each second 
for a survival, 
without giving a damn,
to that luxurious car, a dine out
or a favourite drink
Being there with them,
who are struggling to tide over
the acute poverty in every walk 
of life 
Being there with them,
who are still being misunderstood 
for no fault of theirs 
Being there with them,
who want nothing from me 
but little loving time or patience 
Being there with them,
who want me to understand them
before I take my indifferent stand! 
Don't know 
how I don't understand,
being there with them,
is the purpose of my being! 



Kamakhya 

			




			
				


	

	

		
Bells will ring again
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

The mountain of fear
is out, set free, 
to unleash the fury 
in the lanes, by lanes 
upheavals of anxiety 
amidst collapsing faith, 
out to circumvent lives 
everything is down, 
shutdown 
but who will shutdown
the soul!
it will emerge stronger, 
evolving
discovering 
rediscovering 
the new I or you!
everything is down, 
shutdown 
but who will shutdown 
'the time'
it will flow, 
unscathed, 
carrying in its waves, 
all that come in its way, 
the transitory dirt
the viruses and bacteria.
bells will ring again 
roads will be manned again 
love will replace suspicion, 
deaths will be delayed
hopes will be myriad 
butterflies will play carefree
rainbows will be  sighted, 
in the sky or lives! 

Kamakhya 



			




			
				


	

	

		
The Clouds
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		

The thick floating clouds
rainless, far away, 
the agents of obstruction 
to sunlight
moonlit night, 
just like the floating thoughts 
of past, 
inconsistent
inconsequential 
abstract 
but not without strings 
of mementos, 
the slow silent movements of 
clouds often
prolonging the hide-and-seek pains.
The clouds become sometimes tears, 
even now, 
with roaring thunders, 
shivering lightning.
Evaporation 
craves to orphan 
the gone but unforgettable syndrome 
or embrace a better consumption pattern of the present, the now, 
to overpower the faded canvas, 
to invite a soothing past tomorrow 
or a friendly cloud 
much later!


Kamakhya 






			




			
				


	

	

		
Half Love
		

						Posted on  by Springstart@life : Kamakhya		

	


	

		






The sea beach 
and the marching waves,
excited,nervous 
oblivious of hitting where
castles are built,
rebuilt in the pinkish air
exhilaration rules 
the adrenaline,
jasmine enamours everywhere.
Waves but return 
cracks appear in mirror 
or patches in cracks,
sort of unknown virus 
retreating warmth
subtle but sure,
to dreams,halfway 
en route the failed fantasies.
Silences amidst commotion,
in the day 
or midnights solitary soliloquy,
with moments of mementos
tired tears 
like a defeated heart.
Half empty 
or half full
who will do the litmus test
now? 
The picturesque garden of autumn,
had an entry,
exit gate too,
everything happens 
for a reason,
predestined 
preordained?
may be.

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Kamakhya