THOUGHTS..CALLIGRAPHY OF THAT UNSUNG INK..

Life is the relative presence of metathoughts
Death is just a relative absence of thoughts

Happening as it is, happened as it was
Scripting the ride, lost in the celebrated void

Caught in the hide, away to the treacherous jive
The vibrating nonsense, the agitating moondance

Trespassing the soliloquy of you and me and us
Somewhere to the known territory beyond this life

Away from the amorous wilderness, a journey
To the metathoughts where all that is you and me

Where all that is to aspire is the thought of us
Where all that is to be spoken is only through the silence thus

Where absence or presence doesn’t make sense any more
Where betrayal or acceptance doesn’t come to the fore

Life is the relative presence of thoughts of us
Death is the absolute absences of thoughts of us

Happening it is, for-ever it is to be
Air melts, outlines dissolve..

The song gets the spontaneous tune,
A flow,
Weaving the magic of your unspoken words
Attuned to the calligraphy on that unsung ink
Charting the territory of the virgin wilderness

Eyes dig deep, go deeper, to find nothing, but
To be lost again in the magic of us
That tells me,
The beginning of you and me, reliving the joy of
That eternity of us..

Where are you has never been the question
For-ever it is to be, the eternity of us, is the
Only proposition..

Why did you do so does make for thoughts
It ceased to be between you and me a long ago
It was to be, and it is between me and me
Straddling my soul,
In thoughts, with metathoughts
To my territory beyond this life..

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

THINKING SOULS

Thinking souls – the best thing about them is they keep things to them.
Thinking souls – the worst thing about them is they keep things to them.

Thinking souls – they believe in making a meaningful sense of life.
Thinking souls – they believe in looking for a life worth living.

Thinking souls – they read the life, they write the life, following the human conscience.
Thinking souls – they read the life in the context of the humane principles of morality, identity and existence.

Thinking souls – they believe in keeping others before their ‘Selves’ when it comes to sharing.
Thinking souls – they believe others are the similar souls as they are.

Thinking souls – they know one’s best friend is his inner self.
Thinking souls – they know one’s worst enemy is his ‘Self’ that takes him away from his inner self.

Thinking souls – they act to follow the saying that the real quest is within.
Thinking souls – they act to make a life of their inner self in harmony in with their external world.

Thinking souls – they believe in living with pain, not escaping, but assimilating it.
Thinking souls – they believe escaping the pain only exacerbates its experience.

Thinking souls – they know it is foolhardy to expect others to share your pain.
Thinking souls – they know pain can only be held by befriending and learning from it.

Thinking souls – they tend to look inside almost everytime thus.
Thinking souls – they tend to ignore, sometimes, when they need to talk to the external world.

Thinking souls – they tend to overstep on the reading, sometimes, failing to live the experience of pain.
Thinking souls – they tend to act excessively exclusively thus.

Thinking souls – they try to get along with the pain even if they cannot read it anymore.
Thinking souls – they try to make sense of a situation even if there is nothing left to make any sense.

Thinking souls – the best thing about them is they keep things to them.
Thinking souls – the worst thing about them is they keep things to them.

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

THE MUNDANE

Looking off the window,
Talking to the distant thoughts,
Eyes fixed far in the absence,
As it is has become so everyday,
Like this moment,
As was the other day,
Reminding the windows,
The mundane opens in the life

Looking off the window,
I see the mundane on the go,
I read its presence,
As I did the last day,
As I get it into the moment now,
Telling me the other side of life,
The mundane so naturally builds,
For us to remain us, men of this world

Looking on the window,
Trying having sensed the expanse,
Looking to feel again,
As if I’ve travelled the distance,
To be one with my that ‘Self’,
When the mundane ‘Self’ sounds arguing,
Like it happens sometimes,
Pushing me to look inside the window

Looking on the window,
I dig down deeper as thoughts converse,
Not knowing the abyss of the creeper,
Nerves seem to cry from beneath,
Recollections flash upon that inward eye,
Reflections reconcile for that soliloquy,
When the calm feels vacant and pensive,
When solipsism gets talking and restive

WHEN I DIG IN.. (July 29, 2009) – Reworked, Rewritten (November 2, 2013)

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

“YOUR WHOLE WORLD IS WITHIN YOU”

“Your whole world is within you..defined or abstract

Talk to your inner Self..reach out to your Soul.

Seek out your Self first before reaching out to the world.

Don’t be a follower..your world has to be the reflection of You.”

Your Whole World is Within You

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

WE COME ALONE, WE DO NOT GO ALONE

The period of stay here, at least, gives us some memories that remain with us. At times, we introspect, at times, we retrospect, at times we do get connected to us, and at times, we do live in memories. Such moments lead us to us. Loneliness of such a prime binds one to one’s soul.

Almost of us have a life driven by circumstances. Circumstances that leave us in a lurch where we easily slip to an attitude where we tend to ignore us more and more. Almost of us have a life linked to set of people who matter; people who add up to the validity of our existence. We have so many lives that we never feel the injustice that we extend to us by not giving ‘the’ time to us. We feel satisfied when we make our people happy. We play different roles to approve every moment that passes and we need to do so. If I am ignoring myself then, circumstantially, I cannot be blamed.

Our sphere of life is so small that we need to preserve it any cost. What we earn in life is just some committed bondages. We are mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, beloveds, friends, teachers, and mentors, relations that give us a meaning.

We have expectations. Sometimes we feel happy to comply, sometimes we feel obliged to comply, sometimes we need to comply, sometimes we have to comply, and sometimes we do not comply. Sometimes we do not keep expectations. These different dimensions are coordinates; coordinates that tend to balance themselves to maintain the poise when expectations clash. Most of the time, when we are in a state of cognitive dissonance, the poise swings back to the equilibrium, sometimes the poise looses its spontaneity, to not to come back.

So many branches ramify that we gradually lose the string – ‘the’ connect to us – as we grow, we feel we have grown up, have become mature. We seldom realize in the process we lost our innocence. We lose spontaneity of our nature.

Can we maintain the rhythm?

Can we get the spontaneity back?

We need to identify the moments that we can find through our different lives, moments that lead us to us only, moments that connect us to the ‘inner us’ while we are living with the world, maintaining the contacts, maintaining ‘the’ presence. We need to be alone at moments to find that precious connect back. We need to know if we can be with someone and with us at the same time. We need to know if we are able to maintain this spontaneity, this poise. We have all the right to do so, if at the end of the day, we do not want to face the question that we could not pursue the quest to find us.

Yes the quest.

How many of us live and die knowing who we are and who we were?

The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self, we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life and we may become spontaneous again. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments.

One needs to live SEVERALLY ALONE..we come alone..we do not go alone..

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