I AM STILL LIVING IT AS MY SOUL

Let’s go there today, beyond those inhibitions
Life has taken so long and yet there is no word
Wait is a good experience only when it speaks
It sucks when silence forgets how to express
It might have been your soulful decision once
But it has betrayed you for so long that it hurts
You may not express it, but I, too, share its pain
We had walked together when life had a story
We are still walking together, trying to rewrite it
I have my words in place, but it is your time now
Come along the words our souls weaved then
In the worlds where the story had a conscience
I lived my part and I am still living it as my soul
You could not but I never felt any inhibition
It was not that I was strong and you were weak
Probably, words could not fall in place for you
I knew where our worlds were going to take us
I lived your questions all along, like my echoes
But you found yourself trapped by inhibitions
Yes, I was strong enough to see through them
I never asked for your reasons but now I say
Come beyond those inhibitions and reasons
The story that you left there, is still speaking

©SantoshChaubey

YOU ARE WEARING RED..I AM IN NO MOOD FOR A BLUE EITHER

You are wearing red
I am in no mood for a blue either
The mood was sentimental yesterday
Life is experimental today
Whether it be a bumpy ride
Or a joyride through your side
Let it get all over you
Painting you in that reddish hue
Let us melt in our stories
Let us dwell in their histories
I want to see that tomorrow
Where it all will be in a yellowish glow
I think it’s what even you would go for
Because I still remember that metaphor
Of that speaking night
When it all sounded so right
Can’t we dance like that again
Shouldn’t we sing like that again
The red is all in the air
And there is no place for a blue memoir
Let’s walk along as we should
With souls bathed together as we could

©SantoshChaubey

LET’S LIVE THOSE MEMORIES AGAIN

A long time has passed
Let’s sit together again
There, in its silence
In its familiar sounds
There, where,
Words would flow
The heart would listen
Some time,
Through your eyes
Some time,
Through my feelings
Some memories would come afresh
And a few memories anew
It was love,
Or an attachment
We never cared to know
That feeling of being together
Was everything to us
We never felt the need
To know our ‘I’s
Neither we cared to know
Each other’s ‘I’s
Everything seemed within us
That feeling of being together
Is still alive, the way it was
The heart still goes out
Between those trees there
Let’s find some time again
To live again those memories..

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

MY FACE IS JUST AN ACCESS TO THE MIRROR..

My face is just an access to the mirror
Otherwise there is a deep disconnect
Perpetuated by years of dependence
Perpetrated by countless hours together
We never realized what would be the life
When reflections will tell different stories
Now there are colours to mix in yours
And there are colours to fade in ours
The mirror shows us those tales to plead
But I find you adrift, lost in yesteryears
And how would I not know the eventual
You are as I am, lost in time and its stories
My face, like yours, lost in each other, is,
Just an access to the mirror, not its stories

Entrapped by Loss

MY FACE IS JUST AN ACCESS TO THE MIRROR..

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

THERE..

Sometimes, I look there
To see if it is still there
Well, there is this canvas
I cannot say
But then I never needed it
Still, there is this feeling
That I could be there
That I had to be there
Filling it with colours
I felt comfortable with
Existing in that space
Where there lies a void now
Trying to speak to me
Through the disconnect
That time could not bring
Sometimes, I look there
To see if I can still go there
Bathing me in colours
My soul always longs for
Sometimes, I look there..

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

..EYES WERE SPEAKING A THOUSAND NIGHTS

Dazzled, as in a clear summer night
The eyes were speaking a thousand nights
And every word was as meaningful,
As the moon on the brightest of nights
A quiet was there,
As if with years of longing behind
A connect that had got lost somewhere
The eyes were speaking a thousand nights
Reaching, as love in a clear rainy night
Trying to speak for the days lost
The night had a song with a blue note
Lyrically flowing, away from the lost suns,
And away from the ignored moons,
It was clearly not a night of confessions..

Forever

..EYES WERE SPEAKING A THOUSAND NIGHTS

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

EVEN IF I ALLOWED MY SOUL TO WANDER AGAIN INTO THIS CHAOS..

I was being inconsiderate or life was getting inchoate
I cannot say but thoughts were certainly not amorphous
Distant in the past or remote in the future or even now
Or the events of yesterday or the thoughts of tomorrow
Living was taking meanings of a transcendental abyss
Into chasms and alleys of days experienced and sought
I wished to run away, I tried to walk in, rereading them
But sense in words failed to register on a cerebral mess
I had travelled for so long in my thoughts, unrestricted
Going to the years so far that I had not kept the count
But I could not decide how to get out of this labyrinth
Even if I let my ‘self’ flow along the designs of the times
I could not see the elements that were there yesterday
Even if I allowed my soul to wander again into this chaos
All I could see walls all around which I had razed long ago
Contemplation & The Reflex

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

THIS PAIN..

This pain,
I don’t know,
If it is still central to me
This pain, I live it,
As if
I don’t care for it anymore
My days go with it
I wake up and say goodbye,
To the life on a day,
Not realizing its absence,
Not feeling its presence,
This pain,
I have lived it for so long,
That it ceased to have,
An identity of its own
But I can’t say,
If this pain is still,
Indispensable for me..

The Lonely Thorns..The Lonesome Curves<

THIS PAIN..

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

IT WAS NEVER FROM THE HEART..

It was never for the soul
It was always for the pain

With duplicities defining the whole
With charades and their shows inane

The fragrance was always deceiving
The presence frequently compromised

With an intent bent on misleading
With a soul already dispossessed

Yes, it was never from the heart
Yes, it was always a face so concealed

Emotions

IT WAS NEVER FROM THE HEART..

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