O CHILDHOOD

O childhood
I was again lost in your innocence
When you didn’t ask me why
Your anger looks so complete
For both of us
That it doesn’t need words
Like that expression on your face
As natural, as reactive,
As life is supposed to be
You speak when you feel
You react when you have to
A freedom so natural to us
Yet we have to crave for it
In a life, driven by compulsions
We have almost forgotten
What it is about being a human
Our broken souls do cry inside
But in a painted world
Where we selectively cry
As it is invitational to its semiotics
And so to our inhibitions
When I see you o childhood
I realize what I have lost in life
And I go through this grind so often

©SantoshChaubey

O CHILDHOOD

(An August 2010 work, rearranged and rewritten today.)

Sometimes beginning the day with a whisper,
Sometimes with a cry,
Sometimes gaping in the void,
At times beginning it with an innocent invite.

Cruising into the myopic state of your bionic reflections,
Jaded by the hyperemia,
The ephemeral circumvention of the moment,
Drawn away from the routine empirical hysteria.

To the cerebral existence of the self-efficacious creation,
To that fleeting vision,
You never knew when it took you into its embrace,
As you just reacted naturally, like you do always.

The sudden trance that it takes you into,
Away from the oversized clutches of the trite,
Dragging away, disconnected,
Liberating to the elementary momentary amnesia.

There comes a time,
When debates become primordial,
When the need of solutions become unreal.

O childhood,
Why don’t you stay forever transcending me,
To the realms of that fading Ideal.

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O CHILDHOOD

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

CHILDHOOD: OH THAT LOVELY MESS

The quiet restrictions of the playfulness

The unchained joy of the rough surface

Missing like hell the charm of those days

In a life driven by sophisticated excess

A desperate urge in an age of prowess

To meet the child in you and his grace

Living the life in that careful embrace

Oh that paradise and this futile access

Time cannot go back but have your recess

Rediscover the child in you, that lovely mess

Of kin, of friends, of the thoughtless ways

Oh the carefree days, that childhood caress

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

OH SO MY, BLUE, GREEN, YELLOW AND RED

Morning ride, evening break
Fun to go, a run to partake
Oh that round shaped happiness
So many of them but why this mess
The beautiful blue, green, yellow, red
He could not decide which one to take
But the pull was so immaculate
He pleaded again to make his case
Why couldn’t he take each of the shade?
Jumping like a novice dancer fully awake
Mixing in all his wisdom of his age
Punching in the morning shake
Munching with the evening trek
He pleaded again to make his case
Oh so my, blue, green, yellow and red
Blue are my eyes, green is my sun-hat
Yellow of my shirt is so joyfully great
The red of my jacket is so passionate
The beautiful blue, green, yellow, red
So near and dear to me, they all fascinate
Leaving what, what can be my catch?
I am at a loss on choosing from this batch
So I wish to propose if I could have the red
With blue, green and yellow to head
On my morning ride, on my evening break
Out of this logjam, the key to my happiness
Sir, see, it is so simple to iron out this mess

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

O! CHILDHOOD

Sometimes beginning the day with a whisper, sometimes with a cry 
Sometimes gaping in the void, at times beginning it with an innocent invite

The sudden trance that it takes me into away from the colossal clutches of the trite 
Dragging away, disconnected, liberating to the elementary momentary amnesia 
Cruising to the myopic state of bionic reflections jaded by the hyperemia 
The ephemeral circumvention of the moment drawn away from the empirical hysteria 
To the cerebral existence of the self-efficacious creation, to that fleeting vision 

There comes a time, 
When debates become primordial, when the need of solutions become unreal 

O! Childhood, 
Why don’t you stay forever transcending me to the realms of that fading Ideal

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

HAVE YOU FOUND THE CHILD IN YOU ON A DAY LIKE THIS?

Living on the edges,

When the drums beat the sounds in the empty moments

Residing in the void,

Running like a nimble sprinter’s empty mind movements

Living the joy of running,

Visiting the life in moments but seldom in compliments

Thriving on the craze,

Of being the lazy fellow riding high on absurd sentiments

 

Sometimes, it soothes when there is nothing to follow

Sometimes, it relieves when things look not so in reach

Sometimes, it makes internal peace to remain subdued

Sometimes, the sweat smells so sweet along your path

 

Sometimes, it makes sense to talk nonsense,

Letting you do the funny tango

Sometimes, reading the crap enlightens more,

Than the mystery wrap on the go

 

We all need to live like this, absentmindedly, on days like this

We need to talk to the alter ego of the ‘cosmetic us’, freely, on days like this

 

When we feel low,

When we feel hollow,

When we feel betrayed, and

When we feel lost,

On a day like this

 

When we live the life, once lived, but now seldom thought,

In a way like this

When we make sense of the ‘ignored us’ and a ‘forgotten life’ to go,

In a way like this

 

Have you been able to find the child in you,

On a day like this?

 

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