IS A LIFE I SEEK..

Sometimes, I feel suffocated
And want to run away
But I don’t know the end
Even if I ask
Horizon is a mirage
That calls me in such moments
I want to be there
Even if I know it is not there
Time plays with me, sometime
Aggravating with questions
I had left seeking answers for
Sometimes, I feel so numb
To response to the excesses
That I let them pass
Going deeper inside
Not seeking many ‘whys’
Sometimes, I feel lost
By the maze life comes with
And I desperately look for
The way out
To a path, to any path
Hoping it will take me
To the horizon
Yes, it’s been a mirage so far
But the journey to it
Has been the way ahead
Because I know
Going beyond the end
Is a life I seek..
Beyond this numbness
Beyond the questions behind it

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

MY SPRING IS STILL COLD

It’s Spring already                                                                                                   
But I don’t see colours
The landscape is white
The joy is shadowed
And bereft of love
It’s still biting winter

The springtime is here
But bereft of love                                                            
Its yellow is blanching
And in its still shadow
Time has remained
Frozen by a rigid frost

Where is the warmth?
Where did the love go?
Who stole colours?
Who betrayed my Spring?
Teasing me, from depths
The cheerful winter asks

Questions linger
Answers cry to deceive
Memories refuse to leave
Again in a Spring
Robbed of its beauty
Bereft of its love

In the season’s dew
Missing its yellow Hue
My Spring is still cold
And bereft of love
In the wintry dew
The air is now restless

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