DO WE FOLLOW PRE-DESTINED PATHS?

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Do we follow pre-destined paths?
Do we follow pre-designated plans?
Do we follow pre-laid patterns?

‘Does life follow pre-designated events as it moves’ is a question that we all ask consistently in our lives.

It is a proposition that comes to us varyingly – a suggestion, an intention, and eventuality, a possibility – as we question the life events, as we look for the meaning of ‘being me’, as we search for our identity in the realm we share with others.

That is what it goes like, and it is natural to be so.

Even the diehard individualists and postmodernists come across the moments when they accept the elements of faith and destiny in the evolution of their thought-process, in shaping their continuum to live it on.

That is being human, that is being natural.

We all are like that.

In any lifetime, there can never be a uniform way to go along.

We follow pre-destined paths.
We follow pre-designated plans.
We follow pre-laid patterns.

We concur with them. But there are spontaneous and instinctive human calls as well, to disagree, to breath the days anew.

And we then refuse to imbibe what they make us to read.

And embark on a journey where we lay down the stopovers to meet the disagreements to bring them in harmony with our existence.

We don’t follow pre-destined paths then.
We don’t follow pre-designated plans then.
We don’t follow pre-laid patterns then.

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

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THE QUESTIONS WERE CONFUSED, THE ANSWERS EMOTIONALLY REVERBERATING

The mind was jammed, crammed with desires, rammed by emotions..
The feeling was jagged, struck with denials, left numb by distractions..
The soul was berated, sour with betrayals, exploited by obligations..

 

Something stalled and at crossroads, was silent, trying not to speak..
Everything was in grey, extremes had melted away, leaving the peak..
It was eponymous, reflecting and deflecting, with much more to seek..

 

The life slipped to a track, to the undecided, to the unseen, expecting..
The texture was altered by the heat, its direction consistently swaying..
The questions were confused, the answers emotionally reverberating..

 

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

WHEN EXPECTATIONS GO SILENT

Reach of expectations gets smaller,

When life seeks,

But answers don’t come,

Every day,

Asks for the coming day,

Every night,

Is spent in getting to the questions,

Time passes,

But everything comes to a standstill,

Something is broken every day,

Every moment shatters something,

Something dies somewhere inside,

Every reason to hope is subdued,

When expectations go silent,

When every answer sought,

Leaves a new question, a thought,

And with every such thought,

Expectations shrink even more..

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

GOING THROUGH THE CIRCLE OF LIFE..

Going through the sea-side
When,
I had seen the winding light
I had seen the slipping delight
For,
It had taken away some shades of twilight

Going through the road-side
When,
I had heard the screaming night
I had felt the waning light
For,
It had added some darkness to the might

Going through the open blue sky
When
I had seen the words go fly
I had heard the letters cry
For,
It had made their destinies dry

Going through the circle of life
When
I find the unreason so wide
For oft,
I witness the wisdom lay astride
For,
Unreason and wisdom often be at strife
Going through the circle of this life..

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