QUESTIONS..QUESTIONS..

Questions that life so habitually throws
That sometimes they get that overdose
To the extent that it becomes so gloomy
Instead of a simple row with life
Questions, sometimes, embrace thorns
When it had to be a rose, even if verbose
Questions, sometimes, lose their repose,
And, at times, repulse to a listless state
Questions, sometimes, lose their weaving
Any why! Only in order to get apposed
Questions, sometimes, bring us together
But at times, they also send us afar
Questions, sometimes, push us to the altar
When we seem to be lost in a war within
Questions, sometimes, they leave their scars
Visible even in a future where past sucks
Questions, sometimes, split you
Ready with a scimitar, to mutilate you
Questions, sometimes, bring some thoughts
That you find you are totally at odds with
Questions, sometimes, create complexes
To simply get you confused in their maze
Questions, sometimes, ask like a fanatic
As to, why don’t you follow this zealot
Questions, sometimes, behave like an abbot
Who is ready to wait till infinity for his godot
Questions, sometimes, question their space
But a void is all that covers their face

©SantoshChaubey

THE SHADOW THAT STOPPED ME TODAY WAS BELYING THIS..

The shadow that came across today
Looked as someone known to me
Though he didn’t stop me en-route
My soul refused to move
Saying it wanted to have some conversation
I said I didn’t have time
Life had become so spontaneous
That when a day became so routine I never knew
I would chart my ways, visit places
Sometimes, I would have introductions
Sometimes, it would be about exploring things
But more or less,
It was all in the known and familiar realms
Realms that would be in conversation
Sometimes mutual, sometimes solitary
And a shadow would always stay with me
That I so spontaneously thought was mine
I was where I thought I needed to be
It was as my days were
I always thought there was a silent commitment
Between my soul and my shadow
And that we all were in harmonious coexistence
But the shadow that stopped me today
Way belying this
My soul today refused to hear me
While talking to that shadow
That looked like a past connection
Raising questions,
That the shadow following me could not answer..

©SantoshChaubey

UNPREDICTABLE! BIZARRE!

Life is unpredictable. Life behaves in bizarre ways.

Routine experiences in life – yet disturbingly new in their shock value – that make our thought processes so sick that we feel like resigning to our fates.

You never know what is going to happen the next moment yet you plan for it. That is human nature. Building you future on your perceived permutations and combinations is human nature. We all do that.

We pass. We fail. We feel stuck.

Sometimes, life walks along with us. Sometimes, it chokes our vision. Sometimes, it simply goes blank.

Routine experiences in life – that make us question our existence – or simply co-opt us to get along with the flow.

But come what may – a life we all have got – to live.

It is unpredictable. It is bizarre. Yet it is the only life that we have got – that we will get.

At times, it shocks you and it is true that no one else can do anything for you. It is only you who can find a way. It doesn’t matter how sick you are feeling, you have to find a way out of it.

You have to live them as routine experiences – being always conscious that they are not going to dictate your thought process – that they are not going to be the person for you.

Yes, that is always unpredictable – a shock’s shock-value – yet you have to find the threshold of it.

It’s bizarre – yet imperative to live your life here.

©SantoshChaubey

LIFE WAS STILL IN MAKING WHEN YOU WERE DYING

Life was still in making when you were dying

In the thriving and outgrown forest of thoughts

The rush of feelings was clear as well as confusing

Travelling inside with the silence you sought

To prepare for the journey upcoming

To the lands you didn’t know if at all existed

But with a silent commitment

To embrace what the future might have held

A life to the realms only heard and read so far

The thoughts were perplexed

Why to leave all that has been so known

Why to stay when a new path is opening up

With a relevance that had seemed illogical so far

Life was still reading its text

To see through beyond this life, to the ride ahead

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

THAT’S THE BRIEF HISTORY OF LIFE..

Tempting than mystery

Puzzling like love

Silky and Salty

Thrusting and drifting

Inviting like the Sun

Confusing like the Moon

That’s the brief history of Life..

ABSTRACTUM REALE - IN YOUR EYES

THAT’S THE BRIEF HISTORY OF LIFE..

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

CONTINUITY OF LIFE: BEYOND LIFE AND BEYOND DEATH AND BEYOND ‘I’

My reflections on life – in quotes

“If one realizes to realize,
..the continuity of life, beyond life and beyond death,
..is one of the basic quests of life,
..before ‘I’ and after ‘I’,
..and the questions on the existence of ‘I’,
..seeking the answers,
..that take the existentialist beyond this life,
..beyond the realms of ‘I’,
..to the mysteries of existence,
..to the questions on identity,
..seeking to take your ‘I’ to this quest.”

CONTINUITY OF LIFE-BEYOND LIFE AND BEYOND DEATH AND BEYOND ‘I’

CONTINUITY OF LIFE: BEYOND LIFE AND BEYOND DEATH AND BEYOND ‘I’

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

WHEN EXPECTATIONS GO SILENT

Reach of expectations gets smaller,

When life seeks,

But answers don’t come,

Every day,

Asks for the coming day,

Every night,

Is spent in getting to the questions,

Time passes,

But everything comes to a standstill,

Something is broken every day,

Every moment shatters something,

Something dies somewhere inside,

Every reason to hope is subdued,

When expectations go silent,

When every answer sought,

Leaves a new question, a thought,

And with every such thought,

Expectations shrink even more..

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