REFLECTING ON..AS A YEAR COMES..

For the love of writing
With the thrill of ride
For the joy of thinking
With a canvas so wide

To nature’s hallways
To its rhythmic slopes
To nature’s galleries
Through its sky ropes

For the love of writing
In the mood of romantics
For the pull of reflecting
In the league of semantics

My story in 365 days
My stories of 365 days
A life rejoiced every day
A though lived on its way

Writing it on my days
Riding it on my ways
Aiming high all it says
Thinking right all it prays

That is what is to be
It was what set me free
A life in own company
A thought in its harmony

Reflecting on as a year comes
Writing on as its day beckons
So far, the trip has been fine
And the pleasure is all mine..

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

A YEAR GOES BY..REFLECTING ON..

It was 365 days ago, the Tuesday on December 31, 2013, the day of symbolic transition of time, from one to the next milestone, from a year to the next, on the timescale, designed to keep track of times our lives pass through, that I was writing a poem, ‘A Year Goes By’, musing on the days the year had for me.

Doing so is always existentially individual. And here is the Wednesday of December 31, 2014, with an hour left.

Like any other event of life, it is for the perspectives that what we think on this day, how we reflect on the days gone by. Practically, it changes nothing much, apart from the psychological symbolism that gives us the frame to look back, to reflect on – on what was a year in life, a capsule of time, adding to the story of our existence, adding stories as the year proceeded, adding elements as the days changed the calendar entry.

And it is never a zero-sum game – positive or negative, you gain something, in terms of experiences – vital enough to guide you if you can hear the call.

I had not thought of any resolutions on December 31, 2014, like I always did. Yes, I had my reflections and accordingly had certain stopovers to head to, but there was nothing in the realm of ‘pinned’. Instead, it was living life fully, my way, every day.

How successful I have been? Now success is a relative term and should be left to personal, intimate considerations. Like every life, I had my share of good and bad and routine but I didn’t see any point, like always, to assess my life in ‘gain or loss’ terms. I could do what I had thought to do. I could not do certain things that were in my mind. But I could continue doing certain things that I needed to do.

I wrote freely, extending and building on my way of life, going deeper inside me, on the journey to reclaim me that had its origin on a day, exactly four years ago, December 31, 2010, a setback that first pushed me to question my identity vehemently, setting me thus on the path to find who I was before the reason of the setback had taken over my thinking, and later on, became the light to guide me to go even deeper inside, in my own company. Yes, the identity crisis was over a long ago but identity is a lifetime love.

2014 saw definitive development on my books, two of them I am working on. The flow was good initially and I had thought I would be able to finish the drafts by the year end. But, then the writer’s block crept in (if I can claim to have one ). So, while the thoughts kept on building and finding space in my notes, the drafts didn’t progress to completion. Anyway, the block is over now and I think I am going to take it with the same love I had.

Meanwhile, I could finally bring up my website – http://www.santoshchaubey.com – to extend my blogging experience to a formal and diversified content platform. Some of my content is already categorized there and as I am going to take it as extension of my notebooks, it will see constant experiments and updates.

Writing is relief and release and I explored the canvas for newer realms and blogging continued to have some of its share through my regular blogs – http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/ and https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/ – and my themed blogs – http://www.banarascalling.com/ and http://santoshchaubey.tumblr.com/ – with 550 posts including – articles, poems, photographs, experimented images and quotes. For my first blog, ‘Beyond This Life’ or ‘Severally Alone’ (http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/), it was also the third ‘no breaks’ calendar year in a row.

During the course of writing, I did something that I had not done in years. I don’t remember the last time when I had watched a full movie in theatre. I prefer the home video option, even if it means some wait. I am not a film buff but I admire and revisit the good cinema and home videos give me the liberty to do so at my own pace while at the same time help me in building my library. But 2014 had the final episode of JRR Tolkien’s Middle Earth story, as filmed by Peter Jackson, scheduled in December. It was capping the second Middle Earth trilogy of Jackson’s stint with Tolkien’s land of fantasy after 11 years when the best of the lot, ‘The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King’, a landmark in narrating a book on screen, was released in 2003 and there was an urge to see the trilogies side-by-side, in their totalities, on how the craft of filmmaking had performed comparatively.

Now the home video would not come before April 2015. So, for my urge for the comparative study, I decided to take the route long forgotten when I picked up the movie in a theatre on Saturday, December 13.

Now, in few hours, the 4 of 2014 would transition to 5 of 2015. So, while the three digits would remain the same, the fourth different one would cause the next cycle on the timescale to begin, like the eternal message of living that says – ‘tomorrow is built on today with learning from yesterday’ – remember, life is never a zero-sum game.

It would be another calendar year with 365 new days to explore, to write, to read, to travel, to create new ideas, new stories, rewriting the oldies, clicking and capturing the known and unknown while continuing on the inward journey.

With the freedom of ‘no resolutions’ – with the freedom of my commitment to my conscience to live every day meaningfully liberated – with the freedom to make every day an opportunity!

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

DRESS UP, WRITE YOUR AMPERSANDS

God was there when you felt the eternal hands
God was there when you suffered the mortal pangs
Dress up, be your muse, write your ampersands
Life is short, waiting still, for you in untrodden lands


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DRESS UP, WRITE YOUR AMPERSANDS

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

RESURRECTION & EMERGENCE – DIGITALLY TRANSFIGURED PHOTOGRAPHY

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SINKING DEEP..

The necessitated wisdom,
Was still inchoate
The ‘isms’,
Were acting inanimate, insensate
The moment,
Had failed to be the moment
It was like,
Sinking deep in the bereavement
Suddenly, life started feeling,
Like a negated concept
Something of an event,
That had compromised even death
The concepts,
Got running on impulses arraigned
Miserably,
It did not tell if it was existential
The absence of death was killing.
The absence of life was haunting.
And the person responsible for it,
Was not the reason for it
Inchoate, sinking,
Looking for the thread,
To swim across the ‘isms’

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

FROM BLISS OF BEING LONELY TO JOY OF BEING ALONE

“If you have been in a relation
and have travelled the journey,
from feeling the bliss of being lonely,
to enjoy being alone,
you have been able to remain honest to your ‘Self’;
you have claimed your renaissance;
you have achieved your renascence.”

If You Have Been In A Relation..

FROM THE BLISS OF BEING LONELY
TO THE JOY OF BEING ALONE

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

LIVE YOUR SENSE OF THE DAY

Play or play not
May or may be not
Outlaw and outlandish
Sensible or gibberish
Shed the inhibitions
Tear into questions
Rewrite interpretations
Soak into the moment of,
Your resurrection
Enjoy the outlaw of May
Live your sense of the Day
Play it or play it not
Kill the dimensions
Let it be on the plane of,
Your intentions
Sensible is what,
Makes sense to you
Buy the gibberish,
To get your clue
Overwrite prescriptions
Do away with suggestions
Play it now or play it not
Set you free, let it be

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

WHEN LIFE TAKES A TURN..

When life takes a turn, you can take the leap of your life.

And life does take turns regularly.

Like the moves of a cheating partner, commitment phobic and misleading, exploiting and excruciating.

Like the moods of a caring family member, always by your side, come what may, healing and reviving.

And you do have opportunities to leap ahead, in gloom, or when you bloom.

Positives add but don’t let the negatives drag you down.

Life can betray you, by subjecting you to its excesses.

But you need to remain honest to YOU.

Life is a long term game. Its turns are points of introspection to retrospect.

Make life’s betrayals your motivation and play it cool, with the detached objectivity of an insider.

Don’t be judgemental and revengeful but don’t forget it either.

Don’t fall to the trap of the induced hatred that these turns may throw but don’t miss the motivation it can induce either.

Walk with your thoughts, be in discourse with your soul, let it brew with time, and take a decision to hit back, to slam it hard.

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

WHEN IT HAD TO BE THE ONLY TOMORROW

As if it was resurrecting,
The long forgotten past,
To a journey that was,
To be the only quest
The retrospective was,
Getting younger by the night
Touching emotions,
Deep inside,
Trying to bond again
Asking questions,
Questioning the questions
And answers making sense
Unlike,
It happened then
The proximity echoed,
So deep inside saying,
How it could be my past
When it had to be,
The only tomorrow
When it still makes,
For the cause of today
When it still makes,
For the quest,
My life of forgotten days,
Seeks to apologise for
But, as it happened then,
The night tries,
To seduce me again
As if,
Waking me from some dream
In its familiar,
Mischievous, flirtatious way
Trying to overwrite,
On my introspection,
Yet again,
To drive me to the days
To push me to forget, again,
My quest of the only life,
I ever aspired for
But the night doesn’t realise,
I have learnt,
To override its call

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

IT IS NOW A PART OF ME

I would not say it didn’t affect
That would be unlike being me
I would not seek you to regret
That I never expected to be

You went,
Taking away a part of me
You left,
Splitting the Soul inside me
You disappeared,
Shaking my sense of ‘being

Still, you existed,
Why I don’t know
Yes, life would be different
If it were still for us
My thoughts aren’t mine
When it still comes to you

I’ll not say it doesn’t affect
That is unlike being me
Why so, but I don’t regret
Somehow, it is now a part of me

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