THE FEELING REMAINED STRANGE THUS

Strange it was the way it came in
The first time when someone else
Had the journey within
The first feeling when it didn’t need
Persuasion beyond first questions
But, strange were the days, for
To where the journey was destined
For, the change that couldn’t be
Questioned beyond the answers
Left in a hangover of nothingness
The days of mad introspection
With moments of silent prayers
To let the light show the path again
But, strange were the days, for
The light couldn’t go beyond
The journey so far
Strangely, with no questions further
The feeling remained strange thus
But now with a space of its own
And the strange realization of it 

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

THE QUESTIONS WERE CONFUSED, THE ANSWERS EMOTIONALLY REVERBERATING

The mind was jammed, crammed with desires, rammed by emotions..
The feeling was jagged, struck with denials, left numb by distractions..
The soul was berated, sour with betrayals, exploited by obligations..

 

Something stalled and at crossroads, was silent, trying not to speak..
Everything was in grey, extremes had melted away, leaving the peak..
It was eponymous, reflecting and deflecting, with much more to seek..

 

The life slipped to a track, to the undecided, to the unseen, expecting..
The texture was altered by the heat, its direction consistently swaying..
The questions were confused, the answers emotionally reverberating..

 

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

THOUGHTS..CALLIGRAPHY OF THAT UNSUNG INK..

Life is the relative presence of metathoughts
Death is just a relative absence of thoughts

Happening as it is, happened as it was
Scripting the ride, lost in the celebrated void

Caught in the hide, away to the treacherous jive
The vibrating nonsense, the agitating moondance

Trespassing the soliloquy of you and me and us
Somewhere to the known territory beyond this life

Away from the amorous wilderness, a journey
To the metathoughts where all that is you and me

Where all that is to aspire is the thought of us
Where all that is to be spoken is only through the silence thus

Where absence or presence doesn’t make sense any more
Where betrayal or acceptance doesn’t come to the fore

Life is the relative presence of thoughts of us
Death is the absolute absences of thoughts of us

Happening it is, for-ever it is to be
Air melts, outlines dissolve..

The song gets the spontaneous tune,
A flow,
Weaving the magic of your unspoken words
Attuned to the calligraphy on that unsung ink
Charting the territory of the virgin wilderness

Eyes dig deep, go deeper, to find nothing, but
To be lost again in the magic of us
That tells me,
The beginning of you and me, reliving the joy of
That eternity of us..

Where are you has never been the question
For-ever it is to be, the eternity of us, is the
Only proposition..

Why did you do so does make for thoughts
It ceased to be between you and me a long ago
It was to be, and it is between me and me
Straddling my soul,
In thoughts, with metathoughts
To my territory beyond this life..

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

THINKING SOULS

Thinking souls – the best thing about them is they keep things to them.
Thinking souls – the worst thing about them is they keep things to them.

Thinking souls – they believe in making a meaningful sense of life.
Thinking souls – they believe in looking for a life worth living.

Thinking souls – they read the life, they write the life, following the human conscience.
Thinking souls – they read the life in the context of the humane principles of morality, identity and existence.

Thinking souls – they believe in keeping others before their ‘Selves’ when it comes to sharing.
Thinking souls – they believe others are the similar souls as they are.

Thinking souls – they know one’s best friend is his inner self.
Thinking souls – they know one’s worst enemy is his ‘Self’ that takes him away from his inner self.

Thinking souls – they act to follow the saying that the real quest is within.
Thinking souls – they act to make a life of their inner self in harmony in with their external world.

Thinking souls – they believe in living with pain, not escaping, but assimilating it.
Thinking souls – they believe escaping the pain only exacerbates its experience.

Thinking souls – they know it is foolhardy to expect others to share your pain.
Thinking souls – they know pain can only be held by befriending and learning from it.

Thinking souls – they tend to look inside almost everytime thus.
Thinking souls – they tend to ignore, sometimes, when they need to talk to the external world.

Thinking souls – they tend to overstep on the reading, sometimes, failing to live the experience of pain.
Thinking souls – they tend to act excessively exclusively thus.

Thinking souls – they try to get along with the pain even if they cannot read it anymore.
Thinking souls – they try to make sense of a situation even if there is nothing left to make any sense.

Thinking souls – the best thing about them is they keep things to them.
Thinking souls – the worst thing about them is they keep things to them.

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