I SHALL SEE IT THEN..

In future, if I had to
Laugh at my helplessness
Or had to cry over it
I shall see it then
Now is not the time for that
That I think of something else
Life is moving at its own pace
And I am in my own passion
Yes, I laugh and I cry
But that as per my zeal
Right now,
Tomorrow is my only shadow
And today is my only life

I SHALL SEE IT THEN..

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अपनी बेबसी पर हंसना पड़ा
या रोना ही पड़ा
तो देखेंगे हम
फिलहाल तो वक़्त नहीं है
के हम कुछ और सोचें
ज़िन्दगी अपनी रफ़्तार में है
और हम अपने जूनून में
हँसते भी हैं, रोते भी हैं
पर अपनी ही धुन में
अभी तो कल ही अपना है
और आज ही हमसाया है

तो देखेंगे हम

©SantoshChaubey

‘LET’S DO IT’ WAS A PLEDGE..

‘Let’s do it’ the other day you had decided
When you were left haunted and aggrieved
Pulled down by life’s routine and its uncertainties
Even if still in company of your rebel oddities
The other day when it had climaxed for you
The cacophony and a spilled over moronic virtue
The layers had suddenly lost their identities
Living was being held ransom to vague necessities
The other day when you had found yourself trapped
Into a dark alley of nihilism, and totally gagged
Your voice was lost into voids of nothingness
Your thoughts failed to speak from that mess
The other day when sense had sucked sensibility
And you were in desperate need of some brevity
To breathe free, to see why it had come to this
‘Let’s do it’ was a pledge by a life held in this abyss

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‘LET’S DO IT’ WAS A PLEDGE..

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

WORDS RHYME IN SOLITUDE

WORLD POETRY DAY: MARCH 21

Words come and stay
They know their way
Words play in moments
With their reverberations
Words rhyme in solitude
Speaking their mind
Words flow inside
Making my days alive
Words tell me who I am
Resuming the dialogue
Accepting what I say
Words come to tell me
Of nights and days
When it was all so gone
When words almost failed
Words still speak to me
On why it had happened
And how they got me again
I was a writer I didn’t know
I was a poet I can’t say
Writing liberates me now
Poetry lets me croon
I know my senses now
In my nights and days
Words come and stay
To weave new stories
And to tell all those tales
That I so deeply lived
That I so often write
Words rhyme in solitude
To help me reach out
To the life I need to be
Giving me the reasons
To begin every ‘new’ day

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

I LIKE THIS BLUE

I like this blue
You keep the red
There is this virtue
Beyond that thread
The gloom is long gone
My madness is back
From a dark beacon
It’s that wild pack
From the days in life
Bathed in restlessness
To the moment in life
Steeped in freshness
I like this blue
You keep the red
It told me what’s true
Beyond that thread

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

TIMES WHEN YOU FEEL IT

Times when you feel it
And say, yes!
It was only yesterday
When life went nowhere
Bogged down by a no
So much so that
Fallacies sounded real
And absurdities natural
And then it happened
With you, inside of you
That made you say
No to that no
Soaking your soul
Into its realms
To see the times beyond
To seek a state beyond
Life puts you into this
Time and again
Sometimes
The ‘no’ is all you have
And you feel shattered
Within its confines
Sometimes
It is the ‘yes’
And its finality
That travels with you
To the realms beyond
Times when you feel it
That life is
Because you are
Unlike this yesterday

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

THE LIGHT AT THAT END

The light at that end
Was so enchanting
That the ride got lyrical
In a vein so existential
I was there, reaching out
Along with me
Feeding on
An aura surreal
Responding to a call
That sounded so mutual
Life is long
And life is short
To ask questions
To ignore propositions
You do what you do
Maybe impulsive
Or reflecting on
Or contemplating
Or even absent-minded
But that is you, isn’t it?
And you are not a question
But an answer to your ifs
A call to your isms
Painting your own canvas
Finding your meanings
As you move along life
And its stopovers
Like the light there
On an evening
When life speaks
And you join the call
Life is too short
To ignore such calls
And life is too long
To be there for long
Feel, live and paint it
Bathe in its illumination
Add to your panorama
Create your sub-stories
And get enamoured
To create your next song
To see the light
At your next stopover
To pick up the threads
Of the journey again
Feel it, live it
And paint your canvas

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

WHEN YOU FEEL LETDOWN..

COLORES INFINITUM

Developments making you feel low are part of your existence. They invariably come to you – and sometimes come to haunt you.

Try hard but you are bound to feel so – its frequency depends on how you tackle it – and the first step (or the first offensive) that you need to take on this path – is – don’t let the development make you feel that it is some type of curse. Doing so is half the battle won.

You feel letdown by various reasons. But the share that causes maximum mental unease and stress is external – driven by and given by others – and you need to keep yourself away from the crowd in such circumstances.

One needs to learn and nurture the practice of winning over the tide – gradually and effectively.

You must keep in mind that you should not totally disregard something or some development that drags you down sending your soul in a nowhere zone because it has important elements to learn from.

You miss an important opportunity to learn life defining lessons when you dismiss any negative development in your life without giving it some time to ponder over.

You did no wrong or you were caught on the wrong side should only prevail after you have given the development enough time. After thinking it over, you may come to the conclusion that you did no wrong and there is nothing to feel gloomy about.

Alternatively, especially when the development involves a social setup with multiple people in fray, you may still feel low in spite of the fact that you came to find that you were not wrong. It happens because you start thinking about what ‘more others’ would think.

Try not to think that – or try to overcome that – for – if you were not wrong for what you had been targeted – your mental composure, if sustained, will make you the winner in the long run.

When you assess and come to the act of brashly disregarding the negative happening even if you know you were wrong, you move one step ahead in the quagmire that may derail your life one day. You have to very careful about that precipitation.

Any negative development in your life should have this sole purpose – that what you could learn from it – that how it can better your thoughts. Yes, it’s painful. Yes, preaching is always easy. But friends, your experiences also tell so.

Think it like this – and it will further help – that one has no option in life but to fight back – that no one helps beyond few words of sympathy – that beyond a point, your sad state of mind is seen as your weakness and people start keeping their distances.

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

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/

WHEN YOU STOP EXPECTING..

COLORES INFINITUM

Once upon a time, there was a man. He lived his life with a mixed bag of experiences. He could finally find the elements that would work for his conscience. Others, simultaneously, could see the elements, interpreting his life in their own terms. Life had its own parameters to judge his life in its own, routine way.

The mixed bag that he had was driven by a sense of contentment that he could finally reconcile with or absorb what was coming his way – but not at the cost of his self-respect. He had seen more of them making him feel low, but with passing time, he had stopped expecting, and it prepared him to take on every challenge in life.

When you stop expecting, even from you own ‘self’ – from your self-declared goals – you start learning and mastering the art of handing life, along with all its negative shades – you start learning the craft of keeping you away from ‘you’ of the moment – to make you one with your ‘you’ that you have thought of – when the time comes.

When you stop expecting from people around you, in your personal circles, and in your social circles, you start on a process where the only thing that remains accountable to you – is – how do you feel at the end of the day – that you came back to ‘you’ at the end of it. There are good people around you but there are no detractors, if they do/go otherwise.

When you stop expecting from life, your ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ become self-aware and conscious of your ‘today’ – willingly or unwillingly concentrating your life in the moment that you are living on the day – because, you have taken elements that were in your past, assimilating them – and you are not going to ‘let yourself down’ if your tomorrow has something else, also, to offer.

When you stop expecting – you start accommodating – your ‘self’ of the day when it is the time to say ‘good bye’ – and – life and the events in life that were otherwise not acceptable. You start seeing people and their ways from their circumstances and perspectives too. You stop categorizing people in different mental blocks. They are there or there are not there.

Once upon a time, there was a man. At some point during his life, after having a run of negatives, after feeling long days of swollen thoughts, he was back to the ways that he had curated for himself – sans elements of expectations from anything, from anyone, including his own ‘self’. The spirit of ‘liberation’ that he felt every time he did so became leitmotif for him finally.

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