MY SPRING IS STILL COLD

It’s Spring already                                                                                                   
But I don’t see colours
The landscape is white
The joy is shadowed
And bereft of love
It’s still biting winter

The springtime is here
But bereft of love                                                            
Its yellow is blanching
And in its still shadow
Time has remained
Frozen by a rigid frost

Where is the warmth?
Where did the love go?
Who stole colours?
Who betrayed my Spring?
Teasing me, from depths
The cheerful winter asks

Questions linger
Answers cry to deceive
Memories refuse to leave
Again in a Spring
Robbed of its beauty
Bereft of its love

In the season’s dew
Missing its yellow Hue
My Spring is still cold
And bereft of love
In the wintry dew
The air is now restless

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

SUPERIMPOSED CONFUSIONS

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Superimposed Confusions
SUPERIMPOSED CONFUSIONS 
 
Photographs reworked with digital painting tools
A Mix Media work 
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#©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

LOSS, THE FEELING STAYS, FOREVER..

Loss, it hurts,
And stays with you,
As your days travel,
As your nights stand still,
With the feeling,
Of a hunted soul,
Looking desperately,
For answers,
Questioning the reality,
And rereading the illusions,
Loss, it shatters,
Tearing into you,
Crushing your sense of being,
And it remains with you,
Awaiting the answers,
Or seeking the day,
When you have lived enough,
To make peace with it,
Accepting the reality of it,
As the feeling stays, forever..

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

IT’S AN INDIFFERENT DAY TODAY

It’s an indifferent day today
And like the mood of it
It doesn’t know the why of it

And unlike the day was to be
Beginning again to score high
It imitates that indifference

The sense of it feels misplaced
That unknown, scattered voice
Echoes the day’s detachment

This indifference sucks, goes in
The rout, the flirtations of it
Try to make me a part of the day

It’s an indifferent day today
Crooning like a confused beloved
That mimics her mischievousness

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