THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

Time had stayed on
The day.. though split
Was hanging around
With a curious aloofness
Showing the usual panache
To make the move
To sing its heart gently
To reach out
Thoughts were arrested
In the freedom
Of a nowhere zone
Its visage was caring
With its presence subdued
The day..though split
Was proving a companion
Adding freshness
To the duet
With a relevance
That had seemed illogical
So far
Picking up the journey
The loneliness had begun
The day..though split
Had just arrived
And was here to stay..

The Day..Collage-3

THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

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

THE HONEY-GINGER-LEMON TEA AND THE DOGGED DOG

COLORES INFINITUM

My friend, who is also a respected elder brotherly figure for me, first pulled my attention to it during our random stopover at a chai-shop (tea-shop) in the market opposite the main gate of the Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi (IIT).

After lunch, we decided to take a walk and the urge to have some ‘chai’ took us to the market complex.

Now this dog was sleeping king-size in front of a food joint before the chai-shop, Chayoos, an outlet that we could locate where we thought to experiment with for fulfillment of our urge.

I had read somewhere that dogs sleep, on an average, some fourteen hours a day. Now I don’t have any idea about the verity of this claim but the dog here certainly looked living it fully.

In the midst of a slightly upscale market place with people frequenting food joints that dotted the place, he was positioned there, in his deep sleep, indifferent to the chatter of people gorging on delicacies while sipping their choices of brews.

Now, gorging on food is universal a habit to most of the Delhiites irrespective of which scale and class of the society they come from. In fact, the more affluent ones gorge more copiously (or stylishly), irrespective of which upscale area of Delhi they populate.

And by his size, our dog looked sharing this inherent gluttony of Delhiites. Clad in a striped dog coat, he was clearly obese. Sleeping under the tutelage of the ‘proclamation standy’ of the joint, with a radiant doggedness, he was sleeping like its brand ambassador and it seemed he was adopted by the ‘marketplace with many food joints’ and was enjoying many patrons and good Samaritans.

Pushed by my instinct and my friend’s suggestion, I clicked the frame in some angles. Thereafter, we proceeded to meet the demand of our urge.

Dogged Dog Collage-1

Now, this chai shop was like any other outlet in such places, promising big with cramped surroundings, with sitting places giving a feeling worse than the economy class leg rooms of many so-called no-frills air carriers. Frequented by people of all shapes and sizes, it had a longish menu on chai.

We both settled on ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea. The counter guy took our order, obviously with a smiling face. But the marketing innovation, yes the promoters of this chain would have thought so, that came with the smile while taking the order was a silly one.

With a marker in hand, the folk asked our name. It’s common, so I told him. Now what he does – he writes our names on the two mugs that are to be used to serve our order. And after the order is prepared, he shouts our name as on the mugs to call us. Now rubbish it was. It was a small space and there was no need for this senseless ‘value addition’. A simple order number would have done it better.

And we were not going to think in ‘outrageous for them’ terms that asking and writing names on mugs meant they would gift the respective mugs to the customers (and so to us). Even if their ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea was overpriced, the ‘innovation’ would not be financially viable.

Anyway, the tea served was good in taste and volume, better than my many experiences with ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea and ‘honey-ginger’ tea at many other outlets. We sat with, talked and discussed freely and had some quality time together on our once-a-year meeting. And the taste and the volume indeed helped in this. Also, they had accepted our request to bring down the volume of the audio.

After finishing the tea, when we came out, we again saw our dogged dog, now fully awake and strolling around the marketplace in unison with its oversized built. He was walking around like he owned the place.

Naturally extending my previous act, I took some more frames of him and we proceeded to complete our walk.

Dogged Dog Collage-2

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

THE DAY WAS NAKED AND CHOPPED

The day was naked and chopped
It’s fragments were thrown in an abyss

Its vestiges were never enough
Yet, the show followed the unchanged script

As if living a leased day in life
Stealing from the text of yesterday’s lucidity

Imbibing the nakedness of desires
Trying to squeeze meanings from its elusiveness

The day’s today was barely enough
Surviving somehow, pushing the characters

It was mutilated and stripped of its soul
Staring through the lashes piercing its many lives

The vestiges were forced to hold the day
As if the day’s tomorrow had also fallen apart

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

MISSING IN A DAY

Missing in a day

Some words

Waiting to be spoken

Betrayed

By their meanings

That illusive peace

Abducted

Some years ago

Deceived

By its silence

That presence

From that year

In a melted oblivion  

Concealed

By its shallowness

Missing in a day

That life

Of several lives

Living severally alone

By its address

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

TO BEGIN YOUR DAY..

“Life may want you to choose,
Between a bad day and a worse day,
To begin a day with.
It is always your decision,
To begin your day with life’s whims pushing you,
Or,
With your resolve of making it,
A new day every day,
A good 24 hours,
To celebrate the journey,
That your existence is.”

To Begin Your Day

TO BEGIN YOUR DAY..

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

IT’S AN INDIFFERENT DAY TODAY

It’s an indifferent day today
And like the mood of it
It doesn’t know the why of it

And unlike the day was to be
Beginning again to score high
It imitates that indifference

The sense of it feels misplaced
That unknown, scattered voice
Echoes the day’s detachment

This indifference sucks, goes in
The rout, the flirtations of it
Try to make me a part of the day

It’s an indifferent day today
Crooning like a confused beloved
That mimics her mischievousness

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