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

JOURNEY

It was a jolly good feeling
It was some happy mingling
Days were fully expressed
Words were fully dressed
The distance looked inviting
In full gear, like dancing
Some journeys tell stories
With new discoveries
Which keep you on the go
Penetrating you like a fresco
All those years in between
It was an experience so keen
Sometimes, it was dark
At times, it was so stark
Like always with its spark
Here it was our common arch
That we had had for so long
Yes, it’s where we belong
Life may send us adrift
But they were there to lift
It’s not how often we met
It’s not it was always so great
But, yes, we felt for each of us
That finally got us to meet thus

©SantoshChaubey

RETROSPECTION

That strange thought came suddenly
Crying out silently in the wilderness
Where leaves had stopped speaking
And the dew had a unseasonal dryness
And asked if I was ready for that
But what was that it didn’t tell
Was it something I was just thinking
Or an impression from days in past
The oddity of the thought pushed me
To revisit that me who was once here
Speaking in tones that so enthused
Like it was one of those thrills
That you spend your lifetime to have
There were lanes bright and closed
And the corridors of ringing bliss
It was a life that bathed me daily
That freshness initiated my days
With a clarity the morning dew spoke
And it would remain there
But I cannot say what happened
On a day when it didn’t speak
And lived a strange silence afterwards
I knew a retrospection was not there
But my introspection told me to do so
I was hurt, and so that person in me
But we both understood each other
Life had some plans and it went on
I don’t know if that part of me had his
But as years faded away from us
We learnt to get along to the extent
That we didn’t discuss about that
But this strange thought is pushing me
To introspect again for a retrospection
I don’t know if I would go for it
But at the moment, I am stuck with it

©SantoshChaubey

RECKONING

What it is in life that you so care for
Wasn’t it the day’s reckoning
To make amends with your conscience
Something refined, something sublime
It was a moment to go thoughtless
But why couldn’t you go beyond
There is a sky which has its own limits
And it was eager to get along with you
Sharing its pious abode of togetherness
It was an invitation that cared for you
It is that you still don’t want to go out
But how long will you remain like this
Absorbed in your moments as you go
You had to come here and speak up
What did you think about the black line
That you saw between you and beyond
You need to answer yourself
You don’t believed in the day of reckoning
But why can’t you go with the day’s reckoning?

©SantoshChaubey

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

EXPECTATIONS

Sometimes, you feel empty from within
Sometimes, you need to feel lost
Sometimes, it is a journey to nowhere
Sometimes, words just don’t add up
Sometimes, you just need it to be like this
When you fail to speak to even your soul
Life has been brutalized by expectations
‘What was there yesterday’ is not over
Yet ‘what will be there tomorrow’ begins
Life has become a maze of equations
Of burdening relations, of forced lies
You don’t know when you stopped caring
For a life that you had begun together
You could not realize when it slipped out
Like a borrowed identity, like a fake living
That life became a stranger in your chores
You got habituated to what you despised
Words used to be your friends in a past
But they sound like quirky existences now
Sometimes, they flow, like a yesterday
But their friction hounds every other day
Asking questions you don’t want to answer
But the truth is you need to answer them
It is not that you don’t realize this
But swept over by expectations of a life
That you never thought would be yours
You find those spaces of sanity choked
You meet your estranged life and soul
And fail to read your past and present
In a mad rush to meet expectations
When you can’t connect with words
Where you can’t correlated with journey
When your identity looks like a stranger
Where your life stops making any sense
In moments, when pain becomes unbearable
You cry for an honest introspection
You long for a clean slate, again, from within
And you madly try to make sense of words
On a journey that you did not choose
In moments like these, you try to feel lost
In a desperate effort to speak to your soul
To make sense of where it all began
To see if you can still heal your existence

©SantoshChaubey

WHEN WE MET AGAIN..

That night was just the beginning
And the day was its metaphor
Life was brewing something
And living was singing in choir
There were differences still
But harmony was all pervasive
The unknown had its obvious thrill
The known was all so intensive
We met and decided to sit
We spoke and decided to stay
The dark all around was so discreet
That, words easily found their way
The sunshine was so reassuring
That silence found a common point
All those years seemed so enduring
That the souls had a similar viewpoint
Yes, it was indeed a new beginning
With all those charming metaphors
Life, again, was on that curve
And living was ready to ride the verve

©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

RELATIONS ON UNMET FULCRUMS

Relations, sometimes they exist on unmet fulcrums
You see its flow but always feel like a bystander
Who knows he has some stake there to talk about
But the indifference seldom lets you go beyond that
You visit those ends like the routine of your life
Yet you feel the sort of disconnect that is so known
That you never feel the need to sit with your senses
On why certain relations speak for you as they should
But there are still other relations that just fill the void
It could have been better, could have been more
You sometimes think in your moments of aloofness
But when it comes to walking the steps to there
You end up talking compulsions that lead you away
From the fulcrum of those unmet corridors of life
Some of them would have just loved to sit with you
Probably speaking the words you were looking for

©SantoshChaubey