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

LET’S SIT TOGETHER AND THINK

Let’s sit together and think
Together,
That was quite sometimes ago
Don’t you think we should do so?
It’s been some time
When we had last this silence
Spread over the colours of us
The race life has become
Takes us to shores
Where words though echo
They always look in a hurry
To rush to the middle ground
Life looks cocooned,
Impregnated in a shell
Marooned to the logs adrift
And it has taken over us
Changing the way we introspect
And reflect on, when we sit
But can we change the way really?
Shouldn’t we introspect?
Let’s sit together and think
Together,
Thinking and reflecting on
The way it was between us
When life was not a race
When silence made us to croon
And words echoed to sing
Let’s sit together and think
What meant togetherness then?
And why it sucks now?
Why we question more,
And why we look in eyes less?
Let’s sit together and think
When ‘us’ started becoming ‘I’,
And shores the shifting grounds
Don’t you think we should go back,
To the colours of us..

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

SLOWLY, A LIFE WAS TAKING SHAPE..

Slowly, a life was taking shape. Thoughts were coming to assist.

The darkness was witnessing renewed efforts to reconcile with the life to let the light come in.

The call was getting more and more intimate.

The cause was touching the core of the heart once again. It was, gradually, becoming an alternative to a life that was more about pain.

The clear text, once again, was being written in abstract.

The abstract, once again, was getting friendly the way it used to be. It was becoming more and more readable, like it was.

The pain of loneliness was finding its alternative in the state of being alone, like it was.

The words were flowing in greater harmony with the conscience, with the soul.

Expressions were getting more in sync with thoughts putting things in perspectives that, once, happened to be the way forward.

The quest to go within was, again, a sentient pledge.

The spirit of living with the soul, the joy of living with the self, was becoming the driving force, like it was.

Life, once again, was being about severally-alone.

Slowly, a life was taking shape, learning from what the life had been, reading from what the life was to be.

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