WHEN YOU FEEL LETDOWN..

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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/

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/

THE LOVE WAS POSTMODERN

Like it had been,
The melodrama, that it was,
Was not so sweet
As it was made to be,
The love was postmodern,
And was discreet

The lines were blurred,
The tradeoffs made clear
With the hindsight scripted,
It then had some smear
The sophist saw it near,
Wrote the end of drama then
The existentialist was hit finally,
A soul was deeply violated when..

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

THE DAY IS BROKEN

The day is broken,
Unspoken, out of the blue,
And is still crashing on deep,
And it is numb,
Indifferent to the cries..

The day is broken,
Freezing the thoughts,
Pushing them to no return,
And hit by its vertigo,
Has grown dumb to every call..

The day is broken,
Its every bit betraying,
The selfishness rips apart,
To a humiliating despair,
As if it has no tomorrow..

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HE LET THE VULTURES THINK HE WAS STILL UNDER THEIR SPELL..

The vultures were flying around, eyes fixed.

Waiting for the person to die, to feast on his flesh, to suck his soul.

Driven, they were, by their desire to push one more to die.

The slanted rapid dives were adding to their efforts, to his restlessness.

Content with their efforts to trick one more to their trap, they were circling around him, waiting for him to die.

But he didn’t die. The perceived bad luck / ill fate was not that ominous.

He let the vultures circle around, watching and learning from their gaze.

He let the vultures think he was still under their spell.

Until he washed away the omens in the flow of his cries.

Until he could transform the reminder of death into the symbolism of lessons learnt.

[Lines from my yet to be ‘named’ novella..]

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

SINKING DEEP..

The necessitated wisdom,
Was still inchoate
The ‘isms’,
Were acting inanimate, insensate
The moment,
Had failed to be the moment
It was like,
Sinking deep in the bereavement
Suddenly, life started feeling,
Like a negated concept
Something of an event,
That had compromised even death
The concepts,
Got running on impulses arraigned
Miserably,
It did not tell if it was existential
The absence of death was killing.
The absence of life was haunting.
And the person responsible for it,
Was not the reason for it
Inchoate, sinking,
Looking for the thread,
To swim across the ‘isms’

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

THE NIGHT DEMANDED

The night was getting hooked to the blues of its Templar.
The attachment had a purple haze.
Like everyone decided to be left in a confused state.
Like the lines were drawn,
Only to be made lifeless, annihilated for their depth.
As if, the shallowness was deep enough,
To squeeze them all in.
He knew nights did act like that.
He had seen,
The fog mixing with the haze to serve the cocktail.
He believed in the profundity of the Grey.
But the night demanded,
The simplicity of Black and White to get clear of the haze.

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

DECEIT SPEAKS IN MULTIPLE WAYS

Deceit,
Speaks in multiple ways.
Betrayal,
Tails in sweeping sways.
Duplicity
Runs amok on its gauge.
Amor,
Then comes to rush the days.
Immoralities,
When crush the grace.
He read it.
He had read ‘that’ person so many times.
Yet..

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

FROM BLISS OF BEING LONELY TO JOY OF BEING ALONE

“If you have been in a relation
and have travelled the journey,
from feeling the bliss of being lonely,
to enjoy being alone,
you have been able to remain honest to your ‘Self’;
you have claimed your renaissance;
you have achieved your renascence.”

If You Have Been In A Relation..

FROM THE BLISS OF BEING LONELY
TO THE JOY OF BEING ALONE

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

LIVE YOUR SENSE OF THE DAY

Play or play not
May or may be not
Outlaw and outlandish
Sensible or gibberish
Shed the inhibitions
Tear into questions
Rewrite interpretations
Soak into the moment of,
Your resurrection
Enjoy the outlaw of May
Live your sense of the Day
Play it or play it not
Kill the dimensions
Let it be on the plane of,
Your intentions
Sensible is what,
Makes sense to you
Buy the gibberish,
To get your clue
Overwrite prescriptions
Do away with suggestions
Play it now or play it not
Set you free, let it be

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