QUESTIONS..QUESTIONS..

Questions that life so habitually throws
That sometimes they get that overdose
To the extent that it becomes so gloomy
Instead of a simple row with life
Questions, sometimes, embrace thorns
When it had to be a rose, even if verbose
Questions, sometimes, lose their repose,
And, at times, repulse to a listless state
Questions, sometimes, lose their weaving
Any why! Only in order to get apposed
Questions, sometimes, bring us together
But at times, they also send us afar
Questions, sometimes, push us to the altar
When we seem to be lost in a war within
Questions, sometimes, they leave their scars
Visible even in a future where past sucks
Questions, sometimes, split you
Ready with a scimitar, to mutilate you
Questions, sometimes, bring some thoughts
That you find you are totally at odds with
Questions, sometimes, create complexes
To simply get you confused in their maze
Questions, sometimes, ask like a fanatic
As to, why don’t you follow this zealot
Questions, sometimes, behave like an abbot
Who is ready to wait till infinity for his godot
Questions, sometimes, question their space
But a void is all that covers their face

©SantoshChaubey

IS A LIFE I SEEK..

Sometimes, I feel suffocated
And want to run away
But I don’t know the end
Even if I ask
Horizon is a mirage
That calls me in such moments
I want to be there
Even if I know it is not there
Time plays with me, sometime
Aggravating with questions
I had left seeking answers for
Sometimes, I feel so numb
To response to the excesses
That I let them pass
Going deeper inside
Not seeking many ‘whys’
Sometimes, I feel lost
By the maze life comes with
And I desperately look for
The way out
To a path, to any path
Hoping it will take me
To the horizon
Yes, it’s been a mirage so far
But the journey to it
Has been the way ahead
Because I know
Going beyond the end
Is a life I seek..
Beyond this numbness
Beyond the questions behind it

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

GOING THROUGH THE CIRCLE OF LIFE..

Going through the sea-side
When,
I had seen the winding light
I had seen the slipping delight
For,
It had taken away some shades of twilight

Going through the road-side
When,
I had heard the screaming night
I had felt the waning light
For,
It had added some darkness to the might

Going through the open blue sky
When
I had seen the words go fly
I had heard the letters cry
For,
It had made their destinies dry

Going through the circle of life
When
I find the unreason so wide
For oft,
I witness the wisdom lay astride
For,
Unreason and wisdom often be at strife
Going through the circle of this life..

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

THE CONTEXT AND ITS ILLUSION

THE CONTEXT AND ITS ILLUSION

LIFE AND PERSPECTIVES
THINKING AND BEYOND
THOUGHTLESS AND ENGAGED

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