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/

THE LATE NIGHT BEWILDERMENT

Gloomy and dark,
With,
That sudden spark,
Looking for,
That ‘something’,
In the flow of,
Delayed thoughts, and,
Absent moments,
When,
Not even,
The desperate urge,
Makes any sense,
When,
The sense,
Sucks the sensibility,
Yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
When,
I seek you,
Again,
From the dark,
For my gloom,
To get that spark,
To get the meaning,
Of that ‘something’
Yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
When sleep,
Becomes an insensitive ‘friend’
When solitude,
Comes not to comprehend,
That,
Why, I still, seek you
Again, yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
That,
Why, you still,
Delay my thoughts,
That,
Why, you still,
Make for my absent moments,
In the,
Late night bewilderments..

©/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/