IN MOMENTS WHERE WE EXIST

In moments where we exist
With thoughts you insist
To go where we had been
To speak what we had seen
That is what we did
In moments where we exist
Hours, days and months
When we learnt how life confronts
Sometimes up, sometime down
But always a journey to uptown
Just love and love and love
And peace was the only treasure trove
This is what we did
In moments where we exist
We spoke, and we didn’t speak
But we travelled to a known peak
Where dreams were real
And where life was ethereal
We were in a land so celestial
So divine, that they called it surreal
But we knew the moments where we exist
Oh all that we did
In moments where we exist
The day when we decided to break free
Of the period we thought we could see
It took some weeks, maybe some months
But we learnt how life confronts
To go where we had been
To speak what we had seen

ALSWL

©SantoshChaubey

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EMOTIONS

When emotions flow
Don’t hold them
For, it is who you are
Free, unhinged
And that is how
A life should be
So, be free like them
And seek their energy
To shape your convictions
And to find harmony there
Emotions don’t ask
They only correlate
To ‘who you have been’
Resolute, spirited
The way
A life should have been
So, be pure like them
And imbibe their soul
For a journey
That should be what
You thought you’d be

©SantoshChaubey

A LIFE WAS IN MAKING….

A life was in making
Blooming,
From his forest of thoughts
And the beauty of it was
Words were still travelling inside
Like it should have been
Preparing for the journey
With a silent commitment
Yes, time had stayed on
But only in some quarters
Like an important reminder
That where had to be the path
Speaking to themselves
Singing in unison with soul
Sometimes hammering
At times chiselling
Thinking now consciously
Of balance and rhythm
To stay on where it had to be
Yes, thoughts were taking shape
And a life was in making
With elements it had craved for
From his forest of thoughts
And the beauty of it was
It came with a curious attachment

A LIFE WAS IN MAKING….

©SantoshChaubey

THE GREY OF SKY

The grey of sky had brilliant shades
Singing along a vibrant sensation
And when it took a break midway
To let us in its enchanted halls
Traversing through its dancing alleys
It was like the day was waiting for it
To speak with it’s blue to go beyond
And to mingle with shades of its grey
That had for so long stayed there
In the galleries of white and black

THE GREY OF SKY

©SantoshChaubey

WAS IT LOVE?

A night of endless hesitations
Perplexing and reassuring both
In some moments
We would come together
Living the years between us
But the fear then would creep in
Reminding us of the void
That had sent us apart
I would often ask
Why it had to go this way
I can’t say about you
But your eyes speak the same
Was it love?
Well, we never spoke about
But I did care
About even smallest things
Life was building
Like a nest so delicate
Yet so vulnerable
That I had left everything else
To weave its wings
I still fly with it
And it was same that night
Expectations?
Well, I never had them
But it really helped
To see you flying as well

©SantoshChaubey

THAT EVERYDAY JOURNEY

It was a vast expanse, virgin and uncharted
The joy of mapping it day after day
It was like visiting sanctums yet to be seen
The soul had no further expectations then
Than being on a journey to life and beyond
Paths would speak to destinations like routine
Sometimes it would be green of the rain
Or like the blue singing in melancholy quatrains
But all were like the dots waiting to connect
Known, unexpected, all colours would meet
In the freedom of sameness and its shades

©SantoshChaubey

FOR BEING SO STUBBORN WITH A FAILING HOPE..

The door was opaque, like the dust
Frustrating and giving hopes similarly
There looked nothing beyond its colours
Yet there was this opening to go past it
To bathe the soul anew after the hiatus
That had gone into uncertain directions
Yes, fear was the spoken writ of times
That colours would fade into nothingness
But the silent spirit of hope remained
Pushing to go through the passage left
Like the oft quoted hoping against hope
Yes, sometimes it hurts, but for good
Moments make you fugitive of fate
Or a recluse of life’s imposed hesitations
At times, you wish to run into a dark room
Holding tightly the loosening grip of hope
Alone and mocked, left adrift with chaos
When even your own people question you
For being so stubborn with a failing hope
But you remain there, believing in you
The black of the failing hope, sometimes
Is the only element that speaks for you
Helping you get over your frustration
Taking you beyond, through the passage

©SantoshChaubey

..THAT ECHO LIKE A HOME

Sometimes it happens
That
We exist in the places
We never existed
And we stay back
To listen to them
Like that promise
Which was made to us
To let us know
That we existed there
Life has a destiny
But has destinations
Which we seldom know
We need to go there
To speak in voids
To see if it echoes
A voice
That calls us
Sometimes
Asks us to come back
Missing our roots
We go there again
For, if we have to be
We need to exist
Not just there
But in all spaces
That echo like a home

©SantoshChaubey

LOVE

It was just eternity
With eyes fixed at infinity
A distance was there
Mature like love in 30s
And experimental like
The love of those early 20s
Life was speaking
With life on its behalf
Still existing in those realms
Yet moving on as days go
The call was there
And it still echoes
Like an eternal bliss
As the beginning
That never sought its end
On a journey
That always looked beyond
An unspoken bond
Remains there
In life and beyond
You never know why it is
But you always know
What it takes, where it goes

©SantoshChaubey

MEMORIES….

It was yet a summer day
Seven years to that winter
When it was a different song
And with a difficult note
So rough was its melody
That all was lost into it
So intensely it was done
That he was left all to him
Days were frosty and alone
Even if it was a summer sun
Life flowed, melted
Left bruised, dispirited
The winter that stayed
In a summer that swayed
Seven years to that winter
It was again a summer day
In by-lanes of memories
When it all came rushing in
That’s still a different song
Been there all along
But seven years is so long
That it has got all along
Staying there, in a corner
Albeit, without its marker

©SantoshChaubey