WHERE IS THE HOME. WHO YOU ARE. WHAT BECAME OF LIFE.

Where do you call home.
Where do you feel alike.
Where do you come from.
Where do you seek life.
To where do you ride.
To what do you live for.
To where do you ascribe.
To what do you die for.
You were given a notion.
The name you had to be.
You were sold a reflection.
The man you had to be.
Where is the home.
What became of life.
Where is the name.
What became of the guide.
A name was given to you.
A man was thought of you.
A home was to be for you.

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

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DRESS UP, WRITE YOUR AMPERSANDS

God was there when you felt the eternal hands
God was there when you suffered the mortal pangs
Dress up, be your muse, write your ampersands
Life is short, waiting still, for you in untrodden lands


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DRESS UP, WRITE YOUR AMPERSANDS

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

BORN ON THIS DAY..

A day brings reflections
Feelings create emotions

Days meet the months
Months try the seasons

Time moves to get its wear
On what life tells of a year

Day after day, bit by bit
One more year is knit

When the day recollects
Experiences and their texts

With memories in motion
Reflecting on my passion

On a day to look back
Calling the journeyed track

Revisiting what events pack
With my thoughtful knack

On the living on this way
In rendezvous with this day

The day brings back stories
Stories than extend the series

That began with the first cry
Building on life for my sky

The day brings reflections
With tales of my seasons

Born on a day, in my age
It’s time again for my ways

Born on this day, in my sway
Life reminisces the year today

©/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/

INDEPENDENCE, THE MOST TREASURED VALUE

My reflections on life – in quotes

“Independence is the most treasured of the values of life..
..of your identity.
Do care for it. Love it. Live it. Stay free. Be liberated.
Be You.”

Independence, The Most Cherished Value

INDEPENDENCE, THE MOST TREASURED VALUE

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

RESURRECTION & EMERGENCE – DIGITALLY TRANSFIGURED PHOTOGRAPHY

#DTP: DIGITALLY TRANSFIGURED PHOTOGRAPHY
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RESURRECTION & EMERGENCE 
DIGITALLY EXPERIMENTED PHOTOGRAPHY
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I AM JUST SO BUSY WITH ME NOW..

I am just so busy with me now

That why should I think about

Even if that pain is still there

Life has found itself the path

That the soul had aspired for

Yes, the thought still coexists

But, that life of dependence,

That unease is also over now

 
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I AM JUST SO BUSY WITH ME NOW..

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