SOMETIMES, YOU JUST NEED TO WANDER IN A LOST REALM

Sometimes, you just need to walk away
Withdraw even from your days that make you
To sit in the cradle of nowhere and its voids
Where you can feel you are lost
Free from the hangovers of why it happened so
Where questioning things becomes immaterial
Because even answers lose relevance at times
You feel you just don’t want to listen to
Even if silence has been speaking all along
You go so deep inside a bottomless chasm
Where all melt, your identities and questions
And you just flow in an aimless direction
Feeling nothing of everything and such emotions
Of relations, of existences, of illusions
As if they have ceased to exist
And you just feel like staying there
Not knowing if you need to go back
Sometimes, you just need to withdraw
And need to wander in a lost realm
Feeling nothing to make sense again, like yesterday
Trying to feel if tomorrow really matters

©SantoshChaubey

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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/

IT WAS SO..NO SO LONG AGO..

It was so
Not so long ago
When reasons had gone dumb
And senses were forced to go numb
Life was in moments but not as a whole
It was so
Not so long ago
When a life was in denial
Even if succinct was every trial
Reasons came in flashes, on an isolated pole
It was so
Not so long ago
When nights used to be longer
And days had their dullness stronger
Words sounded hollow, as if coming from a deep hole
It was so
Not so long ago
When his poetry stopped being lyrical
As if the moments of reflection were mythical
He knew he had to fight back but he did not know the mole
It was so
Not so long ago
When it all seemed lost in a chasm
Trapped in a labyrinth of an endless sensory spasm
Where an identity was crushed even if all that was left was his soul..

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

LOST MUSINGS (I)

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LOST MUSINGS

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

WORDS, ALMOST AS THEY FAIL

It happened again

 

Words, sometimes they come

Words, sometimes they run

Words, almost they cram

Words, sometimes they jam

Words, sometimes they make

Words, almost they break

 

It happened again

Yesterday

 

Words they could not tell

What I intended,

To be left on our trail

Words, they seemed to nail,

Failing me before You

This time as well

As me,

Words, almost as they fail,

Sending me to the agonizing wail

 

Words, sometimes they don’t come

Words, sometimes they just run

 

It happened again

Words, for their whole equations

Again,

Letters could not find combinations

Leaving a trail

Words, sometimes they, too, wail

Words, almost as they fail

 

February 13, 2010

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