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

LET’S SIT TOGETHER AND THINK

Let’s sit together and think
Together,
That was quite sometimes ago
Don’t you think we should do so?
It’s been some time
When we had last this silence
Spread over the colours of us
The race life has become
Takes us to shores
Where words though echo
They always look in a hurry
To rush to the middle ground
Life looks cocooned,
Impregnated in a shell
Marooned to the logs adrift
And it has taken over us
Changing the way we introspect
And reflect on, when we sit
But can we change the way really?
Shouldn’t we introspect?
Let’s sit together and think
Together,
Thinking and reflecting on
The way it was between us
When life was not a race
When silence made us to croon
And words echoed to sing
Let’s sit together and think
What meant togetherness then?
And why it sucks now?
Why we question more,
And why we look in eyes less?
Let’s sit together and think
When ‘us’ started becoming ‘I’,
And shores the shifting grounds
Don’t you think we should go back,
To the colours of us..

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

LIFE, SOMETIMES..

Life, sometimes
Is bizarre
Like curls of your hair
Inviting, comforting
Yet mysteriously silent
Like your words
They speak much
But say nothing
Life, sometimes
Speaks so alienated
Like a story
With no end
Hours went on
Days passed
There is a flow
We both sense
Yet you failed
The two lifes
And many lives
They lived
Life, sometimes
Sounds strange
Like your gaze
Intense
But unsure of intent
They speak much
But say nothing
Like curls of hair
They lock me in
Yet leave us out..

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

THE ONLY PERFECTION WAS..THE MASK..

THE POETIC EXPERIMENT

The thought randomly came to me while watching a movie (Jim Carrey’s ‘Yes Man’ here) though it had nothing to do with the movie, its plot or other elements.

My thoughts spoke to me that I randomly write down some words spoken by the characters and try to weave a poem around them. I loved the thought and randomly picked up these words during the 30 minutes I watched the movie.

The words were: covenant, molehill, weird, deserve, dicey, beautiful, promise, perfect, amazing, stroll

Another 30 minutes of my late night hours (or early morning hours for most of the folks) came up with these lines. While trying to write a poem around these words, I treated the words as neutral, independent entities free from the context of the movie. After finishing with these words, I felt good and decided I would make this ‘poetic experiment’ a regular practice.

This is the output of my first randomly thought ‘poetic experiment’:

THE ONLY PERFECTION WAS THE MASK..

The covenant done,
They looked through each other,
With a weird perception,
They thought they deserved..

In their beautiful world,
The premises remained dicey
It was amazing the way,
The duplicitous promises stayed..

The only perfection was..the mask,
To betray the promises
Yes, the stroll up the molehill,
Had the conscience killed yesterday..

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

THIS PAIN..

This pain,
I don’t know,
If it is still central to me
This pain, I live it,
As if
I don’t care for it anymore
My days go with it
I wake up and say goodbye,
To the life on a day,
Not realizing its absence,
Not feeling its presence,
This pain,
I have lived it for so long,
That it ceased to have,
An identity of its own
But I can’t say,
If this pain is still,
Indispensable for me..

The Lonely Thorns..The Lonesome Curves<

THIS PAIN..

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

IT WAS NEVER FROM THE HEART..

It was never for the soul
It was always for the pain

With duplicities defining the whole
With charades and their shows inane

The fragrance was always deceiving
The presence frequently compromised

With an intent bent on misleading
With a soul already dispossessed

Yes, it was never from the heart
Yes, it was always a face so concealed

Emotions

IT WAS NEVER FROM THE HEART..

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

THE RAINBOW IN TEARS

The rainbow in tears,
With colours of peace,
In a pair of wet eyes,
Reflecting on so far,
Speaking up the mind,
In harmony with soul
The learning,
With odds of life to meet,
The poise of living the pain,
Surviving,
Through the selfish corners,
Breathing the indifference,
Earning the salvage,
To be on the journey,
Lost in chaos of duplicity
Tears of joy tell the eyes,
Now is the time,
Have no more cries..

Contemplation & The Reflex

“The rainbow in tears with colours of peace in a pair of wet eyes
Reflecting on so far, speaking up the mind in harmony with soul
The learning with odds of life to meet the poise of living the pain
Surviving through the selfish corners, breathing the indifference
Earning the salvage to be on the journey lost in chaos of duplicity
The tears of joy tell the eyes, now is the time, have no more cries”


THE RAINBOW IN TEARS

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


 

YET I SEE IT’S FALLING BRICKS..

I don’t go to that place,
Anymore,
Yet I see,
It’s falling bricks every day
They hit me,
Like a fresh wound,
Each time,
Exacting a cruel retribution
The existentialist,
Finds his senses wanderlust,
In the lost realm
I try not to feel,
but thoughts prefer,
To embrace the atonement..

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“I don’t go to that place anymore yet I see it’s falling bricks every day,
They hit me like a fresh wound, each time, exacting a cruel retribution,
The existentialist finds his senses wanderlust in the lost realm,
I try not to feel but thoughts prefer to embrace the atonement..”

YET I SEE IT’S FALLING BRICKS..

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

THE LIFE COULD NOT GET EVEN A SINGLE DEATH

Like the drought of Monsoon,
The moments remained parched,
In an expectation,
Though eyes were wet,
The thirst could not get over,
Even in pieces,
Trapped,
In the ridges of palms,
The memories remained alive,
And a life caged in those moments,
Could not get even a single death..

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“Like drought of Monsoon, moments remained parched, in an expectation,
Though eyes were wet, the thirst could not get over, even in pieces,
Trapped in the ridges of palms, the memories remained alive,
And a life caged in those moments, could not get even a single death..”

THE LIFE COULD NOT GET EVEN A SINGLE DEATH

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

BE CAUTIOUS OF PEOPLE WHO WEAR MASKS..

Be wary of the masks people wear.

You cannot sift from the lot, you cannot segregate them, to have a secluded life to keep your soul away from these masks.

At the same time, you cannot allow them to exploit you, to humiliate your soul.

So, be cautious of people who wear masks.

It is true, sometimes, you know you are being exploited yet you continue to be honest, to be good to, to be in relation with the person exploiting you.

No harm in doing so as long as you see it supporting the cause of you being ‘you’, as long as you feel good about assimilating the pain it gives.

It is true you need to trust certain people as you move with time building your life, as you socialize. You need to remain honest while you build relations because that is a must, an imperative, for you to remain honest to ‘you’, to your soul, to your identity, to your existence.

But you must be vigilant enough, careful enough to realize where and when to draw the line, when to restrict the flow.

Yes, it is better to be an emotional fool than to be a practical opportunist.

But, be practical enough to realize the parasitic masks around you.

Socialize, build relations, but maintain a safe distance from the masks. Don’t act the way they act to get over them but don’t let them play with your emotive quotient either.

If you have been exploited by the mask(s) and they are still trying to play with you, it should be the warning message to read the writing on the wall.

Be sociable. Be amicable. But be heedful.

Yes, be an emotional fool when it comes to the purity of emotions, when it comes to the sanctity of you soul, when it comes to the authority of your thoughts, when it comes to honesty and commitment.

But don’t be a fool.

Yes, don’t be a practical opportunist but act practical when you see your ‘be good’ motivation is leading to excessive stress, is giving you pain beyond assimilation.

Be wary enough of the masks to be able to read when it is the time.

Act emotionally fool to give relations that extra mile to save them in turbulent times, but be practical enough to read it when your emotional attachment and your emotive quotient become tools for the masks to use you, to take you for granted.

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