LIFE IS RECITING THAT POEM AGAIN..

Life is reciting
The poem
That had its thought
Come to life
Some years ago
When your word
Had suddenly given it
The expression
It needed to begin
And I started
Writing what I loved
Life is here now
Journeyed through
All these years
To distant thoughts
To unseen abodes
Where words
Tried desperately
To weave again
What was then
When it all began
Life is reciting
That poem
That had a soul
To become one
With my soul
Beautifully weaved
By my words
Some years ago
Words again
Want to melt
To get along
Beyond identities
As if it is about
Living again
The yesterday..

©/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/

THE NIGHT HAS COME AFTER A LONG TIME

The night has come after a long time
To sit again, by the side of my head

Looks like the talk will be mutual
Something, the years have not seen

There is much to say and hear
Wish the hour now lasts longer

Such a night has come after ages
That didn’t betray its commitment

Like the other nights, even today,
Yes, there is no pillow of sleep

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THE RAINBOW THIS EVENING

It was coloured fresh,

Like the rainbow,

It was so earthly,

With the fragrance,

Meeting was mutual,

Like it always had been,

Ends of the horizon,

Talking to each other,

And to the places,

They met on the trip,

Spread across the life,

Coloured by nature,

It was so connecting,

Words had their way,

Finding the meaning,

Following the silence,

Making it brighter,

The rainbow this evening,

Had the colours of hope,

With your scent in the air,

Reuniting with memories,

When we talked,

Of colours, of life, of us..

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

SOMETIME, YOU STILL FEEL THE TOUCH OF DAYS

Sometime, it keeps you waiting, but,
Sometime, it fakes everything, but,
Sometime, it lets you down, but,
Sometime, it’s about feeling so, but,

You still want to see the point
You still want to take the chance
You still feel the need to go back
You still feel the touch of days

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SUCH DECISIONS WERE NEVER FOR YOUR OBEISANCE

If possible,

Don’t let there be,

The moment of such decisions,

Imposed on you, selfishly,

Inflicting and demanding,

With no care for you,

Having no thoughts of you,

See where your peace is,

Find the harmony of your soul,

O’ life, know where your spirit is,

Don’t listen to such decisions,

Yes, you cared for,

But such decisions,

Were never for your obeisance,

What if,

Your thoughts still go back,

What if,

Your thinking still comes to a silence,

If possible,

Don’t pain yourself anymore,

Don’t hurt your peace anymore..

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

BEYOND THE LIMITS, BUT TIED TO ITS OWN ATTACHMENTS

Sky, open, infinite and detached,

And restricted by its own attachments,

Pulls towards itself naturally,

With its contradictions,

Sometime, with scatter of colours,

Dispersed to the horizon I see,

Sometime, with paused dark clouds,

Fleeing or overstaying their course,

Sometime,
The melody of falling drops passes by,
Giving a piece of music to the soul,

Sometime,
Reminds me of some forgotten pain,

In the moments,
When thinking starts talking to itself,

About the days gone by,

And the life now,

Sky’s openness and stillness,

Seems is like this life only,

Beyond the limits,

But tied to its own attachments..

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SINKING DEEP..

The necessitated wisdom,
Was still inchoate
The ‘isms’,
Were acting inanimate, insensate
The moment,
Had failed to be the moment
It was like,
Sinking deep in the bereavement
Suddenly, life started feeling,
Like a negated concept
Something of an event,
That had compromised even death
The concepts,
Got running on impulses arraigned
Miserably,
It did not tell if it was existential
The absence of death was killing.
The absence of life was haunting.
And the person responsible for it,
Was not the reason for it
Inchoate, sinking,
Looking for the thread,
To swim across the ‘isms’

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

WHEN IT HAD TO BE THE ONLY TOMORROW

As if it was resurrecting,
The long forgotten past,
To a journey that was,
To be the only quest
The retrospective was,
Getting younger by the night
Touching emotions,
Deep inside,
Trying to bond again
Asking questions,
Questioning the questions
And answers making sense
Unlike,
It happened then
The proximity echoed,
So deep inside saying,
How it could be my past
When it had to be,
The only tomorrow
When it still makes,
For the cause of today
When it still makes,
For the quest,
My life of forgotten days,
Seeks to apologise for
But, as it happened then,
The night tries,
To seduce me again
As if,
Waking me from some dream
In its familiar,
Mischievous, flirtatious way
Trying to overwrite,
On my introspection,
Yet again,
To drive me to the days
To push me to forget, again,
My quest of the only life,
I ever aspired for
But the night doesn’t realise,
I have learnt,
To override its call

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FOR AN ENLIVENED TODAY..

The wind gushes
Passes by me,
Touching my senses
As I begin,
A new journey
On yet another,
New Day,
With,
A renewed vigour
And with,
A refreshing rigour
With,
The breeze of Yesterday
Staying back
As my beloved
Caressing me
For an enlivened Today

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