EMOTIONS

When emotions flow
Don’t hold them
For, it is who you are
Free, unhinged
And that is how
A life should be
So, be free like them
And seek their energy
To shape your convictions
And to find harmony there
Emotions don’t ask
They only correlate
To ‘who you have been’
Resolute, spirited
The way
A life should have been
So, be pure like them
And imbibe their soul
For a journey
That should be what
You thought you’d be

©SantoshChaubey

A LIFE WAS IN MAKING….

A life was in making
Blooming,
From his forest of thoughts
And the beauty of it was
Words were still travelling inside
Like it should have been
Preparing for the journey
With a silent commitment
Yes, time had stayed on
But only in some quarters
Like an important reminder
That where had to be the path
Speaking to themselves
Singing in unison with soul
Sometimes hammering
At times chiselling
Thinking now consciously
Of balance and rhythm
To stay on where it had to be
Yes, thoughts were taking shape
And a life was in making
With elements it had craved for
From his forest of thoughts
And the beauty of it was
It came with a curious attachment

A LIFE WAS IN MAKING….

©SantoshChaubey

THE GREY OF SKY

The grey of sky had brilliant shades
Singing along a vibrant sensation
And when it took a break midway
To let us in its enchanted halls
Traversing through its dancing alleys
It was like the day was waiting for it
To speak with it’s blue to go beyond
And to mingle with shades of its grey
That had for so long stayed there
In the galleries of white and black

THE GREY OF SKY

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ATONEMENT

“I don’t go to that territory anymore yet I see its falling bricks every day.
They hit me like a fresh wound each time, exacting a cruel retribution,
When again the existentialist finds his senses wanderlust in the lost realm,
Shadows emerge from corners and voices try to add to the chaos.
I try to walk away but thoughts prefer to embrace the atonement,
In ruins of life, when pain finds itself in shambles, like it had never spoken.”

ATONEMENT

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WAS IT LOVE?

A night of endless hesitations
Perplexing and reassuring both
In some moments
We would come together
Living the years between us
But the fear then would creep in
Reminding us of the void
That had sent us apart
I would often ask
Why it had to go this way
I can’t say about you
But your eyes speak the same
Was it love?
Well, we never spoke about
But I did care
About even smallest things
Life was building
Like a nest so delicate
Yet so vulnerable
That I had left everything else
To weave its wings
I still fly with it
And it was same that night
Expectations?
Well, I never had them
But it really helped
To see you flying as well

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THAT EVERYDAY JOURNEY

It was a vast expanse, virgin and uncharted
The joy of mapping it day after day
It was like visiting sanctums yet to be seen
The soul had no further expectations then
Than being on a journey to life and beyond
Paths would speak to destinations like routine
Sometimes it would be green of the rain
Or like the blue singing in melancholy quatrains
But all were like the dots waiting to connect
Known, unexpected, all colours would meet
In the freedom of sameness and its shades

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O CHILDHOOD

O childhood
I was again lost in your innocence
When you didn’t ask me why
Your anger looks so complete
For both of us
That it doesn’t need words
Like that expression on your face
As natural, as reactive,
As life is supposed to be
You speak when you feel
You react when you have to
A freedom so natural to us
Yet we have to crave for it
In a life, driven by compulsions
We have almost forgotten
What it is about being a human
Our broken souls do cry inside
But in a painted world
Where we selectively cry
As it is invitational to its semiotics
And so to our inhibitions
When I see you o childhood
I realize what I have lost in life
And I go through this grind so often

©SantoshChaubey

FAITH

Why faith is so deep
That it is never complete
Yet it is so reassuring
That it never gets obsolete
But then what it should be
And what it would be
If it wouldn’t be so
If we believe in a God
It should be beyond
The questions of logic
Yet it is never illogical
Your God never says
That don’t question His ways
Doing so is human
And if we all are His creation
It is His wish for us to do so
There is a God
Who lives in all of us
Only if we care to listen to him
When you question Him, His ways
You are being logical
And your faith is evolving
God comes to you
Naturally, subtly
That you don’t realize it
But it happens
That you find your answers
Or questions become irrelevant
God is then being logical with you
By letting your faith evolve
Whenever it happens
Your faith goes even deeper
There comes times
When we feel disoriented
But the connect is always there
That keeps us rooted
And shows us the way ahead finally
It becomes stronger every time
Our faith is so deep
That it is always a part of us
Only if we care enough to listen to it
And when we question, we do that
Doing so helps us to see beyond
The questions of logic
That is faith, His faith, ours faith

©SantoshChaubey

JOURNEY

It was a jolly good feeling
It was some happy mingling
Days were fully expressed
Words were fully dressed
The distance looked inviting
In full gear, like dancing
Some journeys tell stories
With new discoveries
Which keep you on the go
Penetrating you like a fresco
All those years in between
It was an experience so keen
Sometimes, it was dark
At times, it was so stark
Like always with its spark
Here it was our common arch
That we had had for so long
Yes, it’s where we belong
Life may send us adrift
But they were there to lift
It’s not how often we met
It’s not it was always so great
But, yes, we felt for each of us
That finally got us to meet thus

©SantoshChaubey

RETROSPECTION

That strange thought came suddenly
Crying out silently in the wilderness
Where leaves had stopped speaking
And the dew had a unseasonal dryness
And asked if I was ready for that
But what was that it didn’t tell
Was it something I was just thinking
Or an impression from days in past
The oddity of the thought pushed me
To revisit that me who was once here
Speaking in tones that so enthused
Like it was one of those thrills
That you spend your lifetime to have
There were lanes bright and closed
And the corridors of ringing bliss
It was a life that bathed me daily
That freshness initiated my days
With a clarity the morning dew spoke
And it would remain there
But I cannot say what happened
On a day when it didn’t speak
And lived a strange silence afterwards
I knew a retrospection was not there
But my introspection told me to do so
I was hurt, and so that person in me
But we both understood each other
Life had some plans and it went on
I don’t know if that part of me had his
But as years faded away from us
We learnt to get along to the extent
That we didn’t discuss about that
But this strange thought is pushing me
To introspect again for a retrospection
I don’t know if I would go for it
But at the moment, I am stuck with it

©SantoshChaubey