The thought randomly came to me while watching a movie (Jim Carrey’s ‘Yes Man’ here) though it had nothing to do with the movie, its plot or other elements.

My thoughts spoke to me that I randomly write down some words spoken by the characters and try to weave a poem around them. I loved the thought and randomly picked up these words during the 30 minutes I watched the movie.

The words were: covenant, molehill, weird, deserve, dicey, beautiful, promise, perfect, amazing, stroll

Another 30 minutes of my late night hours (or early morning hours for most of the folks) came up with these lines. While trying to write a poem around these words, I treated the words as neutral, independent entities free from the context of the movie. After finishing with these words, I felt good and decided I would make this ‘poetic experiment’ a regular practice.

This is the output of my first randomly thought ‘poetic experiment’:


The covenant done,
They looked through each other,
With a weird perception,
They thought they deserved..

In their beautiful world,
The premises remained dicey
It was amazing the way,
The duplicitous promises stayed..

The only perfection was..the mask,
To betray the promises
Yes, the stroll up the molehill,
Had the conscience killed yesterday..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey –


Slowly, a life was taking shape. Thoughts were coming to assist.

The darkness was witnessing renewed efforts to reconcile with the life to let the light come in.

The call was getting more and more intimate.

The cause was touching the core of the heart once again. It was, gradually, becoming an alternative to a life that was more about pain.

The clear text, once again, was being written in abstract.

The abstract, once again, was getting friendly the way it used to be. It was becoming more and more readable, like it was.

The pain of loneliness was finding its alternative in the state of being alone, like it was.

The words were flowing in greater harmony with the conscience, with the soul.

Expressions were getting more in sync with thoughts putting things in perspectives that, once, happened to be the way forward.

The quest to go within was, again, a sentient pledge.

The spirit of living with the soul, the joy of living with the self, was becoming the driving force, like it was.

Life, once again, was being about severally-alone.

Slowly, a life was taking shape, learning from what the life had been, reading from what the life was to be.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey –


..or are losing fast..

The quest to lead (or be led) a life of the proportion you thought of and treading the chart blindly has inherent risk of ruining everything that was human in you.

You never knew when the blind race started sucking you squeezing out of you the ‘human you’.

On the surface, nothing seemed to change. You lived normally. Days passed. Every day was like the other day. You worked to set scales further higher. You worked even more.

Nothing wrong. All so good. Materially. Practically. All so worldly.

But not aesthetically. But not holistically. But not the human way.

You didn’t realise when you became too self-centred, too calculated with your life, stopped considering anything else than your self-interest.

You didn’t realise when you started counting every moment for a possible trade-off with this or that material prospect.

You didn’t realise when you started taking every other development as the precursor to the next step of the worldly scale to be achieved.

You didn’t realise when you started treating every relation by the value of its return-prospect in your life at the cost of the ‘old-fashioned’ but the irreplaceable word, ‘commitment’.

You didn’t realise when you started seeking everything only for you; when you started seeing every other thing, event or person just as mere means for fulfilling ‘that you’.

You never realised, midst all this, when you sacrificed so conveniently your innocence.

You never realised, all this while, when you so selfishly lost that childlike person in you that was to be your last redemption asset.

You never realised when you compromised your conscience to act ever more selfishly, following the narrow-minded path of the extreme self-interest.

The innocence that could have given you a better understanding of the relevant and the purer side of the life; could have taught you the significance of the small; could have told you the relevance of the mundane; could have let you think in the moments of the thoughtlessness; could have made you feel the presence of the nowhere; could have made the human in you survive and prosper, was so easily killed by you in order to gain more material wealth at the cost of the inseparable emotional quotient.

In the rush to realise the extreme materialism, you decidedly forgotten the indispensable trait (innocence), a value that let a human soul flourish to its fullest – a life lived fully having seen, enjoyed and appreciated all its colours in totality of the ‘self’; in vitality of the moments small and big; in mobility of the empty days and unoccupied moments; in joviality of the achievements and inspirations thereon; in scalability of the setbacks and negative energy afterwards, seeing the life the human way in its every happening; treating the external sphere of your life (and events and people there) as human as you expected for your own self.

Do you give even a passing thought to what you have lost and what you have become?

Do you realise what you are losing and what you are going to be?

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey –