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

RESURRECTION & EMERGENCE – DIGITALLY TRANSFIGURED PHOTOGRAPHY

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RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

“Don’t conform.
Life has no place for frailties.
Respect the rebel voice within you.
That may well be the call of the finer you.
Aspire and be liberated.
Life has no place for sympathy seekers.”

RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

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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/

SLOWLY, A LIFE WAS TAKING SHAPE..

Slowly, a life was taking shape. Thoughts were coming to assist.

The darkness was witnessing renewed efforts to reconcile with the life to let the light come in.

The call was getting more and more intimate.

The cause was touching the core of the heart once again. It was, gradually, becoming an alternative to a life that was more about pain.

The clear text, once again, was being written in abstract.

The abstract, once again, was getting friendly the way it used to be. It was becoming more and more readable, like it was.

The pain of loneliness was finding its alternative in the state of being alone, like it was.

The words were flowing in greater harmony with the conscience, with the soul.

Expressions were getting more in sync with thoughts putting things in perspectives that, once, happened to be the way forward.

The quest to go within was, again, a sentient pledge.

The spirit of living with the soul, the joy of living with the self, was becoming the driving force, like it was.

Life, once again, was being about severally-alone.

Slowly, a life was taking shape, learning from what the life had been, reading from what the life was to be.

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