THE NIGHT HAS COME AFTER A LONG TIME

The night has come after a long time
To sit again, by the side of my head

Looks like the talk will be mutual
Something, the years have not seen

There is much to say and hear
Wish the hour now lasts longer

Such a night has come after ages
That didn’t betray its commitment

Like the other nights, even today,
Yes, there is no pillow of sleep

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LOSS, THE FEELING STAYS, FOREVER..

Loss, it hurts,
And stays with you,
As your days travel,
As your nights stand still,
With the feeling,
Of a hunted soul,
Looking desperately,
For answers,
Questioning the reality,
And rereading the illusions,
Loss, it shatters,
Tearing into you,
Crushing your sense of being,
And it remains with you,
Awaiting the answers,
Or seeking the day,
When you have lived enough,
To make peace with it,
Accepting the reality of it,
As the feeling stays, forever..

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

THE LOSS HAD ITS IDENTITY REJIG

The clouds looked so tamed.
The pain it had caused was amiss.
It rained but was itself drained.
The loss had its identity rejig.
The clouds looked enamored by the pain.
The loss rained thus to make its gain.

Contemplation & The Reflex

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