EVEN IF YOU KNEW YOU WERE PURE IN YOUR HEART

You were never right to say it wasn’t wrong
You were never wrong to feel something was amiss
Coz you never realized which side you were
Coz you never realized where you belonged
Until words became too hollow to hold any further
It was always a square or a circle with trapeze
And not the straight line you had in your mind
It remained elusive
You chose to speak your mind to coexist
And that was your innocence,
When you thought life will come around
But it was selfish when life chose to go otherwise
You remained there, with your world
That you so honestly tried to create
But life was seldom there
And whenever it chose to spend a period with you
It was always sought something in return
That you had so soulfully nurtured
And it took away all, one by one, like a disloyal partner
It would always seek more, even if you were left broken
When you were betrayed
It didn’t have even the false assurances
When you were left alone
It pushed you more into a chasm of no end
When you felt lost
It tried even to mislead you into the wilderness
You did not see it all then
You were never right about it
But then how can your innocence be wrong?
All it did was seeing the life in a right perspective
You thought it was always a straight line to coexist
Even if the journey was always rough
The friction
That defines your existence was always there
Where would we be without friction in our life?
But all this while,
Life was busy encircling you in its tentacles
Of false ideas, of false relations, of false existences
You were taught, you were preached
To blame yourself first, to find fault with yourself first
Even if you knew you were pure in your heart
Such was the mirror
That you would go with such absurdities
When you had decided to open yourself to life,
A mutual coexistence was in your mind
But after all these years,
You find life did all to throw you into a lonely abyss
Now that you can see through its designs,
Knowing that a part of you has been co-opted,
You need to be existentially right to come out of illusions
You need your straight line, more than ever..

YOU WERE NEVER RIGHT TO SAY IT WASN’T WRONG

©SantoshChaubey

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS – THE CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD (IV) – RAG PICKERS’ CHILDREN

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS – THE CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD (IV) - RAG PICKERS' CHILDREN

CHILDREN IN A RAG PICKERS’ LOCALITY

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS – THE CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD

CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD – A PHOTOGRAPHY SERIES

(HUMAN EXPRESSIONS)

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CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD


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IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS – THE CHILDHOOD PARADOX – RAG PICKERS’ CHILDREN

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS - THE CHILDHOOD PARADOX - RAG PICKERS' CHILDREN

CHILDREN IN A RAG PICKERS’ LOCALITY

THE CHILDHOOD PARADOX

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS

(HUMAN EXPRESSIONS)

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OH SO MY, BLUE, GREEN, YELLOW AND RED

Morning ride, evening break
Fun to go, a run to partake
Oh that round shaped happiness
So many of them but why this mess
The beautiful blue, green, yellow, red
He could not decide which one to take
But the pull was so immaculate
He pleaded again to make his case
Why couldn’t he take each of the shade?
Jumping like a novice dancer fully awake
Mixing in all his wisdom of his age
Punching in the morning shake
Munching with the evening trek
He pleaded again to make his case
Oh so my, blue, green, yellow and red
Blue are my eyes, green is my sun-hat
Yellow of my shirt is so joyfully great
The red of my jacket is so passionate
The beautiful blue, green, yellow, red
So near and dear to me, they all fascinate
Leaving what, what can be my catch?
I am at a loss on choosing from this batch
So I wish to propose if I could have the red
With blue, green and yellow to head
On my morning ride, on my evening break
Out of this logjam, the key to my happiness
Sir, see, it is so simple to iron out this mess

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

INNOCENCE, THE ESSENTIAL HUMAN FACTOR THAT WE LOST

..or are losing fast..

The quest to lead (or be led) a life of the proportion you thought of and treading the chart blindly has inherent risk of ruining everything that was human in you.

You never knew when the blind race started sucking you squeezing out of you the ‘human you’.

On the surface, nothing seemed to change. You lived normally. Days passed. Every day was like the other day. You worked to set scales further higher. You worked even more.

Nothing wrong. All so good. Materially. Practically. All so worldly.

But not aesthetically. But not holistically. But not the human way.

You didn’t realise when you became too self-centred, too calculated with your life, stopped considering anything else than your self-interest.

You didn’t realise when you started counting every moment for a possible trade-off with this or that material prospect.

You didn’t realise when you started taking every other development as the precursor to the next step of the worldly scale to be achieved.

You didn’t realise when you started treating every relation by the value of its return-prospect in your life at the cost of the ‘old-fashioned’ but the irreplaceable word, ‘commitment’.

You didn’t realise when you started seeking everything only for you; when you started seeing every other thing, event or person just as mere means for fulfilling ‘that you’.

You never realised, midst all this, when you sacrificed so conveniently your innocence.

You never realised, all this while, when you so selfishly lost that childlike person in you that was to be your last redemption asset.

You never realised when you compromised your conscience to act ever more selfishly, following the narrow-minded path of the extreme self-interest.

The innocence that could have given you a better understanding of the relevant and the purer side of the life; could have taught you the significance of the small; could have told you the relevance of the mundane; could have let you think in the moments of the thoughtlessness; could have made you feel the presence of the nowhere; could have made the human in you survive and prosper, was so easily killed by you in order to gain more material wealth at the cost of the inseparable emotional quotient.

In the rush to realise the extreme materialism, you decidedly forgotten the indispensable trait (innocence), a value that let a human soul flourish to its fullest – a life lived fully having seen, enjoyed and appreciated all its colours in totality of the ‘self’; in vitality of the moments small and big; in mobility of the empty days and unoccupied moments; in joviality of the achievements and inspirations thereon; in scalability of the setbacks and negative energy afterwards, seeing the life the human way in its every happening; treating the external sphere of your life (and events and people there) as human as you expected for your own self.

Do you give even a passing thought to what you have lost and what you have become?

Do you realise what you are losing and what you are going to be?

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

O! CHILDHOOD

Sometimes beginning the day with a whisper, sometimes with a cry 
Sometimes gaping in the void, at times beginning it with an innocent invite

The sudden trance that it takes me into away from the colossal clutches of the trite 
Dragging away, disconnected, liberating to the elementary momentary amnesia 
Cruising to the myopic state of bionic reflections jaded by the hyperemia 
The ephemeral circumvention of the moment drawn away from the empirical hysteria 
To the cerebral existence of the self-efficacious creation, to that fleeting vision 

There comes a time, 
When debates become primordial, when the need of solutions become unreal 

O! Childhood, 
Why don’t you stay forever transcending me to the realms of that fading Ideal

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

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS – CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD (IV) – RAG PICKERS’ CHILDREN

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS - CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD (IV) - RAG PICKERS' CHILDREN

CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD – A PHOTOGRAPHY SERIES

CHILDREN IN A RAG PICKERS’ LOCALITY

IN THE MARGINALISED GHETTOS

CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD

(HUMAN EXPRESSIONS)

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CAREFREE JOYS OF CHILDHOOD
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