FULL MOON AND I..

Standing atop the infinite,
Winning over the dark,
After yet another finality,
The Full Moon spoke to me,
That it was with me, again,
In my finite league,
Proposing the conversation,
It sought every such night..
It’s not that I don’t say yes,
I do bathe in the shining Moon,
Dancing on its song,
And I did move, to respond,
Like I have been doing,
To let my words play in accord,
In the brightest hours of night,
To share the thoughts,
On mutual joy of walking alone,
And living severally alone,
But, like always,
The night got over,
Before the words, lost in joy,
Could speak to each other..
Full Moon and I, in a league,
Are the pulse of fortnights,
For tales of our mutual joys,
Where we share our silence,
Waiting for the day,
When words would flow,
From one real of joy,
To another, weaving,
Some more togetherness..

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

ALONE

Alone was the feeling
Alone was the day
Thoughts were speaking
The grey was gone
When evening came calling
Alone was the feeling

Life saw the clarity
Silence was musical again
Words were melting
Breathing was composed
The soul was in again
And Alone was the feeling

Alone came the night
With the peace of the day
Sitting by the side
Singing from its heart
The day showed the way
When Alone was the feeling

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

MISSING IN A DAY

Missing in a day

Some words

Waiting to be spoken

Betrayed

By their meanings

That illusive peace

Abducted

Some years ago

Deceived

By its silence

That presence

From that year

In a melted oblivion  

Concealed

By its shallowness

Missing in a day

That life

Of several lives

Living severally alone

By its address

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

THE LIFE LOOKED READY TO EXPLAIN..

When I spoke to the sun.
The heat sounded soft spoken.

When I wrote to the moon.
The darkness was wide and open.

When I walked with the rain.
The flow stepped in only to gain.

When I talked to the terrain.
The stillness had a slipping plane.

When I slept in the fountain.
The soul was in unison to restrain.

When I ran on the mountain.
The life looked at, ready to explain.

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

WHY ‘SEVERALLY ALONE’?

On domain name of my first blog – Beyond This Life – http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/

Questions and observations on ‘severally alone’ were always misplaced, unlike the ones on ‘Beyond This Life’ that had fair share of sincere observations too.

Observations like ‘severally alone or severely alone’ or ‘alone’s’ existence with the word ‘severally’ or ‘severely’ (for the whacky fellows), two words capable of greatly enhancing the effect (negative or positive) of the dependent word (in this case ‘alone’) producing highly innovative or highly routine explanations (in the mind of the person putting the question), were quite a matter of fun to listen to.

Yes, I never bothered my grey-matter to explain it to them (the whacky fellows). Those who could understand it got it in one go.

But I should say ‘severally alone’ did raise quite a steady flow of observations and questions.

Those who sounded serious in their observations and methodical in their questions, who well understood the etymological and practical differences between ‘being alone’ and ‘being lonely’, but still had no clear thoughts about what being ‘severally alone’ meant, I did explain the Kabir’s philosophy to them.

Yes, ‘severally alone’ in domain name of my first blog came from the teachings and philosophy of the 14-15th Century mystic poet and saint of Varanasi whose birth place and the shrine is very near to my house in Lord Shiva’s eternal city.

After doing my bit of explaining it to the people who deserved an explanation, to make things easier, for me as well as for my readers, I put a brief paragraph on top of my blog (Beyond This Life) on what ‘being severally alone’ meant’.

The way I see it from Kabir’s philosophy, here it is:

The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

And it has been pretty good since then. Observations and questions are still there but those who still ask in spite of my blog page explaining it clearly are very few.

For those, who know me and want to draw sadistic pleasure by linking ‘severally alone in blog’s domain name’ with some ‘victim of life’s tragedies’ sort of connotation, who has time even to think about them!

🙂

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

WHY ‘BEYOND THIS LIFE’?

On name of my first blog – Beyond This Life – http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/

Okay, there were questions, curious ones and the ridiculing ones, too. A blog, by its origin is a personal platform for personal expressions – individualized – thought, contextualized and expressed on ‘individualist’ ethos.

‘Beyond This Life’, my first blog where I started posting with my first post ‘Inhuman Humanity’ on July 1, 2009, had readers asking questions on why this name, people from among my contacts and from some of the readers visiting my blog.

There were observations like it sounded too ‘philosophical’ or ‘spiritual’ and those who knew me were quite convinced of this that it indeed was a blog of such expressions only.

I didn’t think who said what or who thought what. Yes, I did answer some, but they were just very few.

Such observations are still made. People still ask me why this name.

For me, it was my personal space to express my views on anything that pushed me to think that I needed to be expressive there.

Yes, it has my expressions aligned on philosophical and spiritual questions, but it also has a major share of social, political and observational themes.

Yes, it was certainly not about my personal life. It was for, to go beyond this life, my life. It was for me on life beyond my personal life. But naturally, it has had reflections ‘of the way I am’.

And, it has been this way – an idea, developed to this blogging platform, where I share my views on happenings in the world, around me, and ‘beyond around me’ – where I share a part of my creative urge – to write something meaningful – to click something meaningful – to create something meaningful.

From inside of me – from this life – to go – Beyond This Life!

Then there were questions and observations on my first blog’s domain name that contains ‘severally alone’. (https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/2014/01/04/why-severally-alone/)

🙂

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

BE THE DREAMING REALIST

Dream, aspire, think, feel free and be logical your way.

Dump the practical! Suck the methodical!

Don’t let the sleep deprive your dreams of its logical elements.

Unrestricted, unchained, be your own liberator, no one else can free you. Reality of the senses being untenable, incomprehensible!

Dream but don’t expect. Dream and fly with the flow. Dream and expect from you only. Everyone else is just as yours as the illogical dreams.

Personify your dreams. Weed out the dreams that are there to hurt only, dreams that are there to become illusionary only. Be liberated from their clutches.

Dream, unrestricted, unchained, but be in harmony with the voice of your conscience.

Be free, be with you, be with you in your dreams, make them your own territory.

Don’t let anyone deprive you of your dreams, of its elements, and of its logic for you.

Dump the practical! Suck the methodical!

Live Severally Alone. Look at your dreams the way you look at your life. Subscribe to your logics to talk to your dreams.

Make your own reality. Be the dreaming realist.

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

SLOWLY, A LIFE WAS TAKING SHAPE..

Slowly, a life was taking shape. Thoughts were coming to assist.

The darkness was witnessing renewed efforts to reconcile with the life to let the light come in.

The call was getting more and more intimate.

The cause was touching the core of the heart once again. It was, gradually, becoming an alternative to a life that was more about pain.

The clear text, once again, was being written in abstract.

The abstract, once again, was getting friendly the way it used to be. It was becoming more and more readable, like it was.

The pain of loneliness was finding its alternative in the state of being alone, like it was.

The words were flowing in greater harmony with the conscience, with the soul.

Expressions were getting more in sync with thoughts putting things in perspectives that, once, happened to be the way forward.

The quest to go within was, again, a sentient pledge.

The spirit of living with the soul, the joy of living with the self, was becoming the driving force, like it was.

Life, once again, was being about severally-alone.

Slowly, a life was taking shape, learning from what the life had been, reading from what the life was to be.

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

LIFE IS CERTAINLY BEAUTIFUL – THE ROMANCE THAT I ONCE FELT

Life is certainly beautiful

Free with possibilities,

Crude and naked, as I see it now

As I would see it in the yore

 

Brimming with raw emotions

The charm of the liberated rustic

The foreplay of the sane absurdity

And the interspersed elements

 

Inviting the romance that I once felt

The joy of creating the signature tune

When you’re rendered meaningless

Reigniting the love with that ‘me’

 

As I looked inside for the ‘self’,

That was so self-contained,

That it lived severally-alone

In romance with the elements

 

Yes, it’s soothing, when I find

I still feel the same for you

Though, I know I am now

Deep inside me, severally-alone,

With me, with you, and with all

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

WE COME ALONE, WE DO NOT GO ALONE

The period of stay here, at least, gives us some memories that remain with us. At times, we introspect, at times, we retrospect, at times we do get connected to us, and at times, we do live in memories. Such moments lead us to us. Loneliness of such a prime binds one to one’s soul.

Almost of us have a life driven by circumstances. Circumstances that leave us in a lurch where we easily slip to an attitude where we tend to ignore us more and more. Almost of us have a life linked to set of people who matter; people who add up to the validity of our existence. We have so many lives that we never feel the injustice that we extend to us by not giving ‘the’ time to us. We feel satisfied when we make our people happy. We play different roles to approve every moment that passes and we need to do so. If I am ignoring myself then, circumstantially, I cannot be blamed.

Our sphere of life is so small that we need to preserve it any cost. What we earn in life is just some committed bondages. We are mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, beloveds, friends, teachers, and mentors, relations that give us a meaning.

We have expectations. Sometimes we feel happy to comply, sometimes we feel obliged to comply, sometimes we need to comply, sometimes we have to comply, and sometimes we do not comply. Sometimes we do not keep expectations. These different dimensions are coordinates; coordinates that tend to balance themselves to maintain the poise when expectations clash. Most of the time, when we are in a state of cognitive dissonance, the poise swings back to the equilibrium, sometimes the poise looses its spontaneity, to not to come back.

So many branches ramify that we gradually lose the string – ‘the’ connect to us – as we grow, we feel we have grown up, have become mature. We seldom realize in the process we lost our innocence. We lose spontaneity of our nature.

Can we maintain the rhythm?

Can we get the spontaneity back?

We need to identify the moments that we can find through our different lives, moments that lead us to us only, moments that connect us to the ‘inner us’ while we are living with the world, maintaining the contacts, maintaining ‘the’ presence. We need to be alone at moments to find that precious connect back. We need to know if we can be with someone and with us at the same time. We need to know if we are able to maintain this spontaneity, this poise. We have all the right to do so, if at the end of the day, we do not want to face the question that we could not pursue the quest to find us.

Yes the quest.

How many of us live and die knowing who we are and who we were?

The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self, we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life and we may become spontaneous again. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments.

One needs to live SEVERALLY ALONE..we come alone..we do not go alone..

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