LET’S GO BEYOND THAT CLICHÉ

Let’s begin on something
With newness in the air
Let’s go beyond mere saying
That every day is a new day
Yes, it’s a new you every day
But aren’t you trapped
In a living that makes it
Nothing but a cliché
When was the last time?
When you had run wild,
Without calculations
The feeling so thrilled
As if it was the first blood
For you on the highway
With many first tastes
As you cruised along
When was the last sunrise?
That romantically called you,
For the next sunset
With love in the air
Be it a blue moon sky
Or a blazing sun’s gun
Let’s begin on something
As pure as the first quest
With heat of first adventure
Let’s go beyond that cliché
To reinvent you
To find ‘you’ you thought of
When platonic was the air
And sky was the flair
Listen to that call to go wild
It’s always there
Just look at it, anew
Put aside life’s ifs and buts
And follow your instinct
To make it your day
Beyond this borrowed life
Of words and beyond
For a new you
Who was always with you,
It’s just that,
You miscalculated him out..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

TO READ THE JOY OF THE EVENING RAIN..

The soil smelled like the freshness of home after a long visit 
A soul was immersed in the aroma of the liveliness emanating 
The richness of black coffee in fusion with the thickness of a book 
The evening was as innocent as the whispers of the morning dew 
Taking back to the chapter that was read and reread every day
Thoughts were musical again, rhymed with the words turned over 
That veranda had returned as my arcade to look through the rain
To read the joy of the evening rain, with some coffee and my book

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

ENJOY WHEN YOU DON’T GET MUCH ATTENTION..

“Enjoy when you don’t get much attention..
..but enjoy your own company..
..It is hard earned
..and the phase is a good hunting ground..
..for some hard earned wisdom.”


Enjoy When You Don't Get Much Attention


ENJOY WHEN YOU DON’T GET MUCH ATTENTION..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/


WHEN I WAS NOT BORN..

When I was not born,

Life had asked,

If I knew what was living

When I was not born,

Death had asked me,

If I knew what was dying

When I was not born,

Life had,

This sudden revelation

To ask me..

When I was not born,

Death had,

This sudden manifestation

To explain me..

Life was there..

Death was there..

Waiting for my words,

Not sure of their positions

They were exasperated,

Personified,

But yet to be born,

I remained with me

They had their reasons,

To ask..

I had my reasons

To not answer..

They remained there

I remained there

These positions were clear,

When I was not born..

 ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

MISSING IN A DAY

Missing in a day

Some words

Waiting to be spoken

Betrayed

By their meanings

That illusive peace

Abducted

Some years ago

Deceived

By its silence

That presence

From that year

In a melted oblivion  

Concealed

By its shallowness

Missing in a day

That life

Of several lives

Living severally alone

By its address

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

SITTING SILENT, HE WOULD TRY TO LOOK INSIDE HIM TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF HIS SILENCE

He used to sit there, at those steps. It was his daily routine, for years. He didn’t remember when it was the last time he violated his routine.

He had not taken any vow. He was never deeply religious.

Often, he did not look at God as he was looking at God.

Yes, he questioned God, but turned back to Him, as well.

Yes, he used to come there, to sit there. Coming there had become like a part of his daily life. He was so deeply into it that he consciously avoided going anywhere that could have taken him away from this routine.

He would come there. Sitting silent, he would try to look inside him to understand the meaning of his silence. And the silence would respond. It happened regularly.

There was an increasing understanding with silence. And the flow helped him.

Sitting with his ‘self’, he would talk to his silence.

Sitting with his silence, he would travel with music of the flow.

It was a detached attachment. He had no thought when he started this one fine day, with a random decision.

The flow had many – sitting by its ghat-steps, waiting for its caring embrace and soul soothing music, and it cared for everyone.

The flow did not expect anything in return and whatever he wished while being there, at the steps, was nothing more than detached expectations.

He needed and he tried to feel something more powerful, than a human-God relation.

And having detached attachment with detached expectations showed him the way further.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

WHEN LIFE MAKES YOU FEEL LOW

Moments of feeling low come invariably in life.

Like life is a random event of a life-span that we try to make methodical by giving it a sense through our living, such moments, too, are random events happening regularly, with established elements of unpredictability behind them.

Like we try to control life by trying to give it an aim, a sense to make a living that stands out individually; that feeds us with elements of identity; that propels us with questions of existence, we need to make sense of ‘what and why’ of the moments making us feel low, making us miserable souls in depressing moments, to take control of them.

Yes, there cannot be a set procedure or practice to overcome such moments. It is simply your resolve that has to say ‘I persist’ whenever you feel the onslaught of life’s erratic flirtations and despondent hibernations.

Yes, it is difficult to do so. But you must realize that feeling low and thinking further about it stings even deeper; sucks even harder; macerates even smaller.

It has to be thought on the way that there is no option but to go down and invite more negativity if you linger more with your depression, if you let the moments making you feel low stay longer, if you value the factors (reasons) hounding in those moments take over you.

In no time, they become lethal enough to take over your thought process, to mess up with your identity, to dwarf your existence, to diminish the sense that you have been making of you.

Can you let that happen? Should you let that happen?

That can never be an option in life. That must never be.

There is no other option but to face them to kill them. The depression of such moments has to have only this validity that they make you think ‘what went wrong’ and ‘why it happened’ and how to tread further.

Feel low, but only to hit back. Pain is always a strong motivator if you can resist successfully the compulsions and temptations of escapism.

Whenever you feel low, you need to persist with the sensibility that gives your life the living you have been working for. Think of who you were and who you are. Think of the body of the work you have put in and let them play dice with the elements making you feel low. Persist. And you shall win.

You have to be in control of your life. Life should not control you.

If you feel low and you allow such moments to take over you, life will make you feel even lower.

Don’t give life that opportunity.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

WHY ‘SEVERALLY ALONE’?

On domain name of my first blog – Beyond This Life – http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/

Questions and observations on ‘severally alone’ were always misplaced, unlike the ones on ‘Beyond This Life’ that had fair share of sincere observations too.

Observations like ‘severally alone or severely alone’ or ‘alone’s’ existence with the word ‘severally’ or ‘severely’ (for the whacky fellows), two words capable of greatly enhancing the effect (negative or positive) of the dependent word (in this case ‘alone’) producing highly innovative or highly routine explanations (in the mind of the person putting the question), were quite a matter of fun to listen to.

Yes, I never bothered my grey-matter to explain it to them (the whacky fellows). Those who could understand it got it in one go.

But I should say ‘severally alone’ did raise quite a steady flow of observations and questions.

Those who sounded serious in their observations and methodical in their questions, who well understood the etymological and practical differences between ‘being alone’ and ‘being lonely’, but still had no clear thoughts about what being ‘severally alone’ meant, I did explain the Kabir’s philosophy to them.

Yes, ‘severally alone’ in domain name of my first blog came from the teachings and philosophy of the 14-15th Century mystic poet and saint of Varanasi whose birth place and the shrine is very near to my house in Lord Shiva’s eternal city.

After doing my bit of explaining it to the people who deserved an explanation, to make things easier, for me as well as for my readers, I put a brief paragraph on top of my blog (Beyond This Life) on what ‘being severally alone’ meant’.

The way I see it from Kabir’s philosophy, here it is:

The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

And it has been pretty good since then. Observations and questions are still there but those who still ask in spite of my blog page explaining it clearly are very few.

For those, who know me and want to draw sadistic pleasure by linking ‘severally alone in blog’s domain name’ with some ‘victim of life’s tragedies’ sort of connotation, who has time even to think about them!

🙂

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

WHY ‘BEYOND THIS LIFE’?

On name of my first blog – Beyond This Life – http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/

Okay, there were questions, curious ones and the ridiculing ones, too. A blog, by its origin is a personal platform for personal expressions – individualized – thought, contextualized and expressed on ‘individualist’ ethos.

‘Beyond This Life’, my first blog where I started posting with my first post ‘Inhuman Humanity’ on July 1, 2009, had readers asking questions on why this name, people from among my contacts and from some of the readers visiting my blog.

There were observations like it sounded too ‘philosophical’ or ‘spiritual’ and those who knew me were quite convinced of this that it indeed was a blog of such expressions only.

I didn’t think who said what or who thought what. Yes, I did answer some, but they were just very few.

Such observations are still made. People still ask me why this name.

For me, it was my personal space to express my views on anything that pushed me to think that I needed to be expressive there.

Yes, it has my expressions aligned on philosophical and spiritual questions, but it also has a major share of social, political and observational themes.

Yes, it was certainly not about my personal life. It was for, to go beyond this life, my life. It was for me on life beyond my personal life. But naturally, it has had reflections ‘of the way I am’.

And, it has been this way – an idea, developed to this blogging platform, where I share my views on happenings in the world, around me, and ‘beyond around me’ – where I share a part of my creative urge – to write something meaningful – to click something meaningful – to create something meaningful.

From inside of me – from this life – to go – Beyond This Life!

Then there were questions and observations on my first blog’s domain name that contains ‘severally alone’. (https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/2014/01/04/why-severally-alone/)

🙂

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

TWO CALENDAR YEARS, OVER TWO YEARS

2 calendar years: 2012, 2013 – 731 calendar days – 830 posts
Or,
909 posts in 808 days – October 16, 2011 to December 31, 2013

– each one an intellectual property – a copyright work

..of a journey that began on July 1, 2009, with my first blogpost on my first blog, Beyond This Life, and is to continue adding to its over 1100 posts..
(http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/)

Write-ups – on life – on its questions – on its aspects – on living a life

Write-ups – travelogues – memoirs – life experiences

Write-ups – on questions of identity, existence, faith, God, life and death – the spiritual quotient of my blog

Write-ups – on Varanasi (or Kashi or Banaras)

Write-ups – social issues – social analysis – Human Rights – issues on Development – Activism – sociopolitical concerns

Write-ups – on social media – on Communication – on media – on political communication – on political branding

Write-ups – on political affairs – national and international ones affecting India – political analysis – political satire – on elections

Write-ups – on real life incidents and experiences – on observational learning circumstances

..write-ups on anything that clicks on a day to inspire to write..
With,

Poetry – mostly in English, sometimes in Hindi – on life – on shades of life – on human emotions – on life experiences

Photography – human emotions and expressions – life experiences – nature’s – landscape – travel

Quotes – my reflections on life and things beyond life

Paintings (my sister’s) – some of them are on my blog – Digital – Mix Media – photographs of canvas paintings

Now, in fifth year, the consistency of over two years on the journey is more about being disciplined; it is about drawing the satisfaction from that discipline of creating something regularly, day after day, in those 60-90 minutes (extended sometimes), than merely filling my blog with ‘anything’ on every passing calendar day just to maintain the count.

And the discipline, and the satisfaction of being able to create a work, asks for more, rightly and rightfully.

And it is to go on.

🙂

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/