IT WAS NOT A SO BAD DAY..

It was a bad day
And it was not a so bad day
Life had something to offer
Life had reasons to differ
And life had plans to betray
Yes, feelings were mixed
And nothing felt jinxed
There were moments
When life really sucked
But it’s for that healing touch
That life had in the day for me
A ray of hope, a way out
After every letdown
It was a bad day
When life tried to make it so
A mess after another
Loss after loss compounded
Senses were left speechless
Romance of loss setting in
When hope flickered
With a message
That there was hope still
To look beyond
What was already lost
To go ahead
From that dead-end point
I had no other way
But to act on those voices
I stirred my soul
Out of the trance setting in
Away from that romance
To give the day another chance
Creating on that healing touch
To make for the ones
The day had taken away
A day’s life
Had seen many rough patches
But now, a day in life
Had some positive energy
To undo the bad
To talk to the good
Yes, it was a bad day
But it was no so bad after all..

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

TODAY, MY SKY REAFFIRMS..

My sky is what I walk for
My sky is there I know it
My sky has colours I look for
My sky has depth I seek now
Its black is plain, its white is pure
And its grey has fixed shades
Having hues of different lives
To make for the one
That is my alter ego now
Sometimes, it rains wisdom
At times, it’s all about a joyous walk
Sometimes, it stops speaking
Though still covering me
Expecting me to look for meanings
In its colours, and their symbolisms
Thankfully, I say to life now, that,
Colours are again my soul elements
I knew they were called names
I know they made for varied thoughts
But for me, they always meant life
Black for personifying completeness
White for an uncompromised purity
And grey for definitive touch of them
My sky has colours with meanings
Speaking for my needs
They come to sit with me
When today refuses
Its transformation into tomorrow
Giving elements to my thoughts
Giving me the reasons
To hold up for the sky
That has been there for me
Yes, they complete me
And celebrate me
In my part of the sky
Disappeared into brilliance of black
But visible in subtlety of white
And identifiable by firmness of its grey
They sky is there, and I am there
And it’s not the day
When it chooses to remain silent
Its colours are in harmony
And the day is echoing the fusion
Ready for its journey into tomorrow
Though I didn’t call it today,
It has come to sit and think with me
Making it a special day for both of us
We are there, together,
Reading into one another’s minds
With meanings
So intrinsic to our existences
Today, like yesterday,
Looks like a new dawn
But with shared values of mutual silence
To live with the lives
And to go beyond them
Today, my sky’s silence reaffirms
That it is there with me, with my colours
In my several lives
In my living them severally alone
Yes, my sky was always there
But had stopped coexisting for some time
Draining colours of their depth
Yes, the loss was mutual, and,
Today, the silent communion felt that again

September 14, 2015: 35 years into the journey of ‘life beyond this life’..

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TODAY, MY SKY REAFFIRMS..

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