A CITY THAT CALLS ME..

Where death enlivens as life
Where wisdom speaks in God’s words
Where religion shares space with spirituality
Where culture sings odes of its antiquity
Where tradition speaks of the wheels of change
Where life has the best living possible
The city I come from, there I live, and there I go
In search of peace, to converse within
To live sensibly carefree
Away from this maddening daily excursion
To sit with the human conscience
In the abode of the Trinity
Of Lord Shiva, the Ganga and death
Where life is a celebration in moments
Where living is the healing the soul seeks
Where existence is the song worded by you
Where identity is not the question that haunts you
Where days are eternally yours
Where you can sense what going ‘beyond’ means
A city that calls me back to my roots
To help me add to my questions
And with answers that help me with my reasons
Yes, there I am, in the lap of the Holy Mother River
On the footsteps of the Abode of its founding Lord
In the city that still shapes my thoughts..

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A CITY THAT CALLS ME..

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

WHEN I FELT ALL WAS AMISS..

“I had questions, and I had reservations, and
With time, I had learnt to live with those unanswered questions
But, only to come to this
When I felt all was amiss
Like a life with vague directions and all its ramifications..

Then, all of a sudden, I met some colours so overwhelming, with
Uplifting vibes that took me away from everything denigrating
I felt like in a trance
Far removed from that day’s comeuppance
Filling those voids in my thoughts that were so suffocating..”

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WHEN I FELT ALL WAS AMISS..

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

WE ARE ‘ME’ AND WE ARE ‘WE’.

We are ‘me’ and we are ‘we’. I don’t look at you yet I know you are an inseparable element, like we were, like we are, like we will be. I know you are my precinct, a sanctorum distinct.

We have been in this communion for so long that I understand your silence and you follow my provenance. I know where to go in times, when I feel oblong, and thus jaded and lost, and you take me in, within your lines.

We know what colours we wear and we consciously try everything else to bear. We have remained together in life’s summers and winters, we have sailed through the waters of its rainy days, and we have relished on its fruits of spring.

We are ‘me’ and we are ‘we’. You give me a shape and I am your escape, skinned into togetherness of us. I know you are my limit and you know I love to go beyond this limit.

Contemplation & The Reflex

WE ARE ‘ME’ AND WE ARE ‘WE’.

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