DAYS DO CHANGE – NARENDRA MODI SHOWS US

Days do change – Narendra Modi is its most relevant example today.

The US played silly politics over granting him the US visa for over a decade, but now is eager to see him in Washington. Multiple invitations have already been extended including from Mr. Barack Obama.

And Modi’s routine and somewhat cold response is apt.

Branded communal by many Hindus and almost Muslims, Muslim umbrella organizations are sounding pragmatic about Modi now.

Days do change – and for good.

Be patient – be on the job – and remain on the job.

And always keep in mind while opinionating about others that ‘days do change’.

Always keep in mind before betraying someone that ‘tables do turn’.

Always keep in mind while manipulating and stereotyping someone that ‘time passes quickly’.

Days do change – and sometimes, very fast – the Narendra Modi surge reaffirms this.

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

GAMES LIFE PLAYS – HOW RECKLESS A LIFE CAN BECOME..

‘How reckless life is?’
Vs
‘How reckless a life can be?’ 

— The games the existence plays with the identities..

— Silly pursuits of life when the spirit of living was staring at death..

— And life recklessly made you love the fatalist in you..

— And you recklessly followed the fictions of life..

‘The games that were to be played differently.’
Vs
‘The games that were not to be played.’

— How reckless a life becomes..

— Mutilating its own soul while playing with others..

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

THE RESURRECTION OF MY CLAIM – LIFE IS CERTAINLY BEAUTIFUL

Life, with its oddities, is certainly beautiful
It never lets me be on an undemanding rule
Giving me the joyride of the intense emotions
Trying pushing me into making submissions

It has seldom come to play positive
I have declined to do it the negative
It has seldom come out to cheer
I have seen that as a point so clear

It has been a brilliantly disguised display
I know shadowing it has to be my play
Not so long ago, it looked all ‘the only’
That elemental hollow, but was never empty

Life played hard, the challenges were tough
There lies the beauty of nothing being enough
Life tried all to influence me to its discourse
Making me go inside deeper for my lost course

I could have been swept away again,
But, for this familiar spell of cruel game
Once done, it was never to be the same
It is my life, the resurrection of my claim

I could win me from life on my own terms
Yet it is with me..yes, life is certainly beautiful

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