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

THINK ABOUT IT..

Think about it passionately
Life is in this moment
Beckoning you from restless altars
Sing along with it
Why can’t you write a new piece?
Go by your inner call
This crap was never meant for you
Okay, what was there has flown
Now is the time
Think about it
Write your mind, write your moments
Speak your life, jive with your soul
Let your senses prevail
Let your call be heard
Go by what you are for
Think passionately, act joyfully
Life’s romance was always here
In this moment only
Get along with it
It was always there, waiting for you

©SantoshChaubey

LIFE HAS BEEN ON THIS JOURNEY OF COEXISTENCE FOR YOU

The horizon was all blank when you had seen it then
With undefined images and virgin transcendentalism
A lot has changed since then, in you and in your life
With images, speaking to you, or at times confusing
You experience existences, you try to write identities
Something that has been the driver of change for you
All those years of nomadic solitude and wandering
When you would go within but would find only chaos
Or when words would engage with you from within
Though with aberrations, it has been on lyrical notes
Life has been this journey of coexistence for you
Changing with you, staying put with you, within you

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LIFE HAS BEEN ON THIS JOURNEY OF COEXISTENCE FOR YOU

©SantoshChaubey

I SHALL SEE IT THEN..

In future, if I had to
Laugh at my helplessness
Or had to cry over it
I shall see it then
Now is not the time for that
That I think of something else
Life is moving at its own pace
And I am in my own passion
Yes, I laugh and I cry
But that as per my zeal
Right now,
Tomorrow is my only shadow
And today is my only life

I SHALL SEE IT THEN..

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अपनी बेबसी पर हंसना पड़ा
या रोना ही पड़ा
तो देखेंगे हम
फिलहाल तो वक़्त नहीं है
के हम कुछ और सोचें
ज़िन्दगी अपनी रफ़्तार में है
और हम अपने जूनून में
हँसते भी हैं, रोते भी हैं
पर अपनी ही धुन में
अभी तो कल ही अपना है
और आज ही हमसाया है

तो देखेंगे हम

©SantoshChaubey

LET’S LIVE THOSE MEMORIES AGAIN

A long time has passed
Let’s sit together again
There, in its silence
In its familiar sounds
There, where,
Words would flow
The heart would listen
Some time,
Through your eyes
Some time,
Through my feelings
Some memories would come afresh
And a few memories anew
It was love,
Or an attachment
We never cared to know
That feeling of being together
Was everything to us
We never felt the need
To know our ‘I’s
Neither we cared to know
Each other’s ‘I’s
Everything seemed within us
That feeling of being together
Is still alive, the way it was
The heart still goes out
Between those trees there
Let’s find some time again
To live again those memories..

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

MY FACE IS JUST AN ACCESS TO THE MIRROR..

My face is just an access to the mirror
Otherwise there is a deep disconnect
Perpetuated by years of dependence
Perpetrated by countless hours together
We never realized what would be the life
When reflections will tell different stories
Now there are colours to mix in yours
And there are colours to fade in ours
The mirror shows us those tales to plead
But I find you adrift, lost in yesteryears
And how would I not know the eventual
You are as I am, lost in time and its stories
My face, like yours, lost in each other, is,
Just an access to the mirror, not its stories

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MY FACE IS JUST AN ACCESS TO THE MIRROR..

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

IT WAS SO..NO SO LONG AGO..

It was so
Not so long ago
When reasons had gone dumb
And senses were forced to go numb
Life was in moments but not as a whole
It was so
Not so long ago
When a life was in denial
Even if succinct was every trial
Reasons came in flashes, on an isolated pole
It was so
Not so long ago
When nights used to be longer
And days had their dullness stronger
Words sounded hollow, as if coming from a deep hole
It was so
Not so long ago
When his poetry stopped being lyrical
As if the moments of reflection were mythical
He knew he had to fight back but he did not know the mole
It was so
Not so long ago
When it all seemed lost in a chasm
Trapped in a labyrinth of an endless sensory spasm
Where an identity was crushed even if all that was left was his soul..

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

IT WAS A SCEPTICAL SMILE..

It was a sceptical smile
Not sure of
Whether to go for it
Or let it pass just like that
Life so far
Had been a tale
Inked and sung
But with long pauses as well
When sentiments betrayed
And trust was treaded
The colour was so dark
That it took years
To get to that hinge
To see through the layers
Of life and of living
Yes, smile is liberated again
But scars remain
Reminding of that darkness
And of duplicities
Life inks its tales again
And look for stories
But layers desist pauses now
And when you came here
Promising to stay
It questioned more
Than healing those scars
It’s probably not your fault
But it’s not even mine

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

I AM A CITY, YOUR CITY..

I am a city, your city
Whether you came to my life
Or I became a part of you
It is not just about that
Even after a distance of years
It seems
We have stayed back there
For each other, waiting
For that relaxed evening
When we would sit together
With Ganga
And would talk to thoughts
If you look for me
I, too, call for you
Yes, if I am incomplete
I am complete as well
I think so when I feel
I don’t find a companion
Like you in my lanes anymore
Meeting you was like
A daily event in life
You left
But the connect remained
Probably
To revive that feeling again
I am a city
Once involved in your life
Residing in your heart
We both seek
Those moments now
And life in those evenings..

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

LET’S GO BEYOND THAT CLICHÉ

Let’s begin on something
With newness in the air
Let’s go beyond mere saying
That every day is a new day
Yes, it’s a new you every day
But aren’t you trapped
In a living that makes it
Nothing but a cliché
When was the last time?
When you had run wild,
Without calculations
The feeling so thrilled
As if it was the first blood
For you on the highway
With many first tastes
As you cruised along
When was the last sunrise?
That romantically called you,
For the next sunset
With love in the air
Be it a blue moon sky
Or a blazing sun’s gun
Let’s begin on something
As pure as the first quest
With heat of first adventure
Let’s go beyond that cliché
To reinvent you
To find ‘you’ you thought of
When platonic was the air
And sky was the flair
Listen to that call to go wild
It’s always there
Just look at it, anew
Put aside life’s ifs and buts
And follow your instinct
To make it your day
Beyond this borrowed life
Of words and beyond
For a new you
Who was always with you,
It’s just that,
You miscalculated him out..

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