THE FEELING REMAINED STRANGE THUS

Strange it was the way it came in
The first time when someone else
Had the journey within
The first feeling when it didn’t need
Persuasion beyond first questions
But, strange were the days, for
To where the journey was destined
For, the change that couldn’t be
Questioned beyond the answers
Left in a hangover of nothingness
The days of mad introspection
With moments of silent prayers
To let the light show the path again
But, strange were the days, for
The light couldn’t go beyond
The journey so far
Strangely, with no questions further
The feeling remained strange thus
But now with a space of its own
And the strange realization of it 

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

HE LET THE VULTURES THINK HE WAS STILL UNDER THEIR SPELL..

The vultures were flying around, eyes fixed.

Waiting for the person to die, to feast on his flesh, to suck his soul.

Driven, they were, by their desire to push one more to die.

The slanted rapid dives were adding to their efforts, to his restlessness.

Content with their efforts to trick one more to their trap, they were circling around him, waiting for him to die.

But he didn’t die. The perceived bad luck / ill fate was not that ominous.

He let the vultures circle around, watching and learning from their gaze.

He let the vultures think he was still under their spell.

Until he washed away the omens in the flow of his cries.

Until he could transform the reminder of death into the symbolism of lessons learnt.

[Lines from my yet to be ‘named’ novella..]

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

CAN YOU PLEASE, EVER, IF?

Can you please, ever, if?
Be the one, you used to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Be the one, you had to be,
I don’t believe in,
What it came to be,
Still believe in,
What it was to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Think of,
How bad you made it to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Think of,
How careless you have been,
Sometime,
The change is so misleading,
That, you don’t sense it,
Even if you are realizing,
You should know,
It never happens twice,
Didn’t you say no?
To not doing so it again,
Can you please, ever, if?
Care to listen to the person,
You have to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Be the one, you had to be,
Can you please, ever, if?

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

YOUR HEART: DO YOU CARE ENOUGH?

“Your heart may be, may not be with you.
But it always beats for you, round the clock.
No demands. No expectations.
Unconditional commitment.
It is almost impossible to find such a beloved.
Do you care enough for it?”

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/

YOUR HEART: DO YOU CARE ENOUGH?

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

THE LATE NIGHT BEWILDERMENT

Gloomy and dark,
With,
That sudden spark,
Looking for,
That ‘something’,
In the flow of,
Delayed thoughts, and,
Absent moments,
When,
Not even,
The desperate urge,
Makes any sense,
When,
The sense,
Sucks the sensibility,
Yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
When,
I seek you,
Again,
From the dark,
For my gloom,
To get that spark,
To get the meaning,
Of that ‘something’
Yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
When sleep,
Becomes an insensitive ‘friend’
When solitude,
Comes not to comprehend,
That,
Why, I still, seek you
Again, yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
That,
Why, you still,
Delay my thoughts,
That,
Why, you still,
Make for my absent moments,
In the,
Late night bewilderments..

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

AND WITH THIS BLISS..

Today, I did something
In the flow of life
Something yet again
That indeed
Was never undone
Today, it happened
As if, it was so inside me
Yes, it was,
So naturally instinctive
Like your memories
Taking me to the day
When I had seen
You first on my way
The first moments of you
Those hours and that view
Have stayed with me
Something, that
Reverberates every day
Always like anew
And with this bliss
You have come
To stay with me forever
Like the subtle guide
Of the moment
Showing me the
Better of you forever
Today, when it happened
It was indeed, to my end
The better aspect of being me
With you
With thoughts of being we
Of being the one I could be
Of being the man I should be

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

CLOUDS..I WANT TO HOLD ONTO THEM..

Clouds, I want to hold onto them this time

Initiating the conversation of a lost thread

I take a leap forward, to bridge the gap

To fill the void, created by their flirtations

And to address my detachment of ages

 

They are flying, but they look scattered

They are floating, and they look in a misleading league

 

Though I am prepared, the unease finds its way

I think I should convey it but I don’t

Their flirtations like always, deter me still

Pushing my thoughts on what if they won’t

But my gaze remains intent, holding them in view

 

They look alert, if they look indifferent too, unlike it was

There is something, their agility tells it’s different this time

 

Clouds, for a change, I want to hold onto them

And they look positive to join the communion

The Black, the Shiny, the White, the Gray

They look inclined to begin the conversation

As if they realize what they did to me then

 

They look scattered, but they convey their willingness

As if their misleading league was to tease me one last time

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

MAYBE, YOUR SILENCE STILL SPEAKS TO ME..

The words and the soul they had

Still sound so meaningful to me

 Cannot say why I read them still

Again and again, wishing for more

 Words that push the lost person in me

To be found, to become soulful again

 The words and the soul they had

Given a life by your presence

 Words, now personified by your absence

Cannot say why but they stayed

 Maybe, to be with my loneliness

To heal, when I seek nothing but you

Cannot say why I still care for you

Maybe, your silence still speaks to me

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

IT TAKES ME TO THE DAYS OF ‘US’..

It revives
Like
The persisting rains
Today
After a sultry
Humid spell
It embraces
Like
The rain drops
Quenching
A longing Soul
As it shall
Reigniting
The never satiated
Thirst again, of
You
Pushing
My restlessness
In thoughts
It wraps
Like
The new green
Leaves discover
Yet again
It radiates
The fragrance
The soil exudes
Yet again
The rain
Today
Takes me
To the days of ‘us’
To ‘you’
Again..

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

AT LEAST, TO LET ME KNOW..

Where are you, I don’t seek anymore

Why aren’t you, I don’t ask anymore

Why don’t you speak, I don’t question anymore

Why don’t you ask, I don’t think about anymore

Why did you go I could not have asked

What made you go still makes for my thoughts

You said it was, you said it wasn’t

I tried to listen, I tried to follow but couldn’t

I had to but I could not ask why I wasn’t

Why it had to be, what it had not to be

I am still, there, and here, with me, waiting

Would you please, come back, at least, to let me know..

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