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/

A CATACLYSMIC CHANGE INDEED IT WAS..

There was something moving inside him. He told himself a cataclysmic change indeed it was bringing out the devil in flashes.

Blocks were drifting. The stillborn was already past its prime.

He felt he was vacated suddenly but couldn’t find the free space inside when he needed to be into.

The style, the substance, and its eerie similarity to the time when it was a dark run of circumstances, all were telling him a tale told and foretold, throughout his life, if he could say it so, if he could encapsulate the moments in the birth of that life of him, a life that was somehow a sordid tale of misunderstanding, manipulation, betrayal and stabbing.

He was left bruised, tormented, traumatized.

Times were shifting. Acting desperately, he tried to sift through the mess he was thrown into to make sense of what was happening, why it was happening.

His efforts, his commitment to the continuity, his sincerity to the cause, his innocence to the identities, his conscience for the individualities, every person of him was so brutally traded off, so mercilessly killed, as if he had no identity, as if he never had an existence.

And he lived for his identity only. And he lived for making a meaningful existence of him only.

And he was left bleeding, his soul manipulated, compromised and hurt.

The devil had the chance to take him over, to do with him all he had not been able to do. And his mischievousness came with

The darkness ran deep, going well into the past. The dreadful bonhomie of the evil spirit was singing in fusion with the voice of his detractor.

A cataclysmic change imposed on him, forced on his identity. He was staring at the odds of annihilation of his soul.

He was thus calling for the survivor in him desperately.

And then, he saw the light.

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

LET THE DESTINY PLAY WITH YOU AT LEAST ONCE..

Let The Destiny Play With You

 

“Let the destiny play with you at least once.
Let it do the ugliest things to you.
That will be a lifetime of experience.
That will be the learning unparalleled.
Marking betrayers, sympathisers, friends, bystanders.
Mark them and don’t forget.
That will make you a better and stronger soul.”

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