MY FACE IS JUST AN ACCESS TO THE MIRROR..

My face is just an access to the mirror
Otherwise there is a deep disconnect
Perpetuated by years of dependence
Perpetrated by countless hours together
We never realized what would be the life
When reflections will tell different stories
Now there are colours to mix in yours
And there are colours to fade in ours
The mirror shows us those tales to plead
But I find you adrift, lost in yesteryears
And how would I not know the eventual
You are as I am, lost in time and its stories
My face, like yours, lost in each other, is,
Just an access to the mirror, not its stories

Entrapped by Loss

MY FACE IS JUST AN ACCESS TO THE MIRROR..

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

IT WAS SO..NO SO LONG AGO..

It was so
Not so long ago
When reasons had gone dumb
And senses were forced to go numb
Life was in moments but not as a whole
It was so
Not so long ago
When a life was in denial
Even if succinct was every trial
Reasons came in flashes, on an isolated pole
It was so
Not so long ago
When nights used to be longer
And days had their dullness stronger
Words sounded hollow, as if coming from a deep hole
It was so
Not so long ago
When his poetry stopped being lyrical
As if the moments of reflection were mythical
He knew he had to fight back but he did not know the mole
It was so
Not so long ago
When it all seemed lost in a chasm
Trapped in a labyrinth of an endless sensory spasm
Where an identity was crushed even if all that was left was his soul..

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

THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

Time had stayed on
The day.. though split
Was hanging around
With a curious aloofness
Showing the usual panache
To make the move
To sing its heart gently
To reach out
Thoughts were arrested
In the freedom
Of a nowhere zone
Its visage was caring
With its presence subdued
The day..though split
Was proving a companion
Adding freshness
To the duet
With a relevance
That had seemed illogical
So far
Picking up the journey
The loneliness had begun
The day..though split
Had just arrived
And was here to stay..

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THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

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YES, TIME DOES FLY..

My reflections on life – in quotes

“Time flies.
And like most aspects of life,
..it elates,
..and it bring us down,
..for some deep retrospective thinking,
..taking stock of the hindsight,
..taking stock of the days gone by in the recent past.
And it helps, in times,
..when rough days linger and you say time flies.
It has the vitality to make you feel..
..you weathered well the vibes of the hostile times.
Yes, time does fly.”

Time Does Fly

YES, TIME DOES FLY..

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

THREE DAYS – YESTERDAY, TODAY & TOMORROW

My reflections on life – in quotes

“Focus on in real time,
..on three days,
..yesterday, today and tomorrow.
You are what you feel about yourself today,
..and..
..what you want to feel about yourself tomorrow,
..based on..
..what you felt about yourself yesterday.”

Three Days-Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow

THREE DAYS – YESTERDAY, TODAY & TOMORROW

“Focus on in real time – on three days – yesterday, today and tomorrow. You are what you feel about yourself today and what you want to feel about yourself tomorrow based on what you felt about yourself yesterday.”

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TIME FLIES..WELL YES..AS LIFE EVOLVES..

COLORES INFINITUM

Excerpts from a conversation with a close friend, a source of inspiration while randomly talking – thought to share it here 🙂

Time flies, yes we all know. And like most aspects of life, it elates, as well as pushes us to go for some deep retrospective thinking, taking stock of the hindsight, taking stock of the days gone by in the recent past. And it helps, in times, when rough days linger and you say time flies. It has the vitality to make you feel you weathered well the vibes of the hostile times. Life is always slogged with reflections – the personality and its other aspects of the prevailing times.

On turning philosophical – philosophy is a way to look at things with a leverage to look at them in your own way – giving you the leverage to scale the scope – for everything – in all realms – personal, metaphysical – hope, scope, score on the scale of time.

On philosophy detaches – that is a way to look at it, the way that has been famously philosophical about philosophy – but the beauty of philosophy is – it also allows you to develop your own philosophy giving you the liberty to work on your own ways and definitions to look at attachment and detachment – to feel about what may be the factors behind our feelings to feel so.

On taking away certain aspects like passion, persuasive instinct – well, what I think, the days keep on evolving and thus shaping – so, something that was this way causing something to happen this way may well be ‘something’ that way causing things to happen this way – and yet, we may see points of relevance.

Life has always been circum-navigational in its approach – and a more eventful life, with share of both, ups and downs, makes the evolution more in sync with you, makes it even more intense.

The God is within you and nowhere else – if one is willing to devolve in order to evolve – travelling from devolution to evolution. The unseen remains the unseen and yet you have to strive for it to be seen.

On we strive or we have to strive – it is both ways – we strive or we have to strive – even if we are forced not to strive – or even if we do not will to strive – because the circum-navigational passage of life makes it so – making us feel insecure in bouts – and striving comes in then – when it becomes a way where you are looking at some possible recourse – or for the ways to come across, to go over.

Striving as an endeavour in life – it is always there, right from the age we become able to take instructions and later on adding our thoughts to them and further later on when we devise our own instructions – it is just that the intensity of realization keeps on taking different hues – depending on which phase the life is in.

On following pre-designated plans – but then that is a way to look at if it is pre-designated – that is what it goes like, and it is natural to be so, even the diehard individualists and postmodernists come across the moments when they accept the elements of faith and destiny in the evolution of their thought-process, in shaping their continuum to live it on – that is being human, that is being natural – we all are like that. In any lifetime, there can never be a uniform way to go along.

We are what we feel about us today and what we want to feel us about tomorrow based on what we felt about us yesterday.

Beyond there lies our limit to think in definitive terms – to think in definitive terms where our thinking acquires elements of vagueness has undefined elements of time. A way to look at it is the consistent life discourse on our reflections on ‘need and want’. I try to focus on in real time – on three days – yesterday, today and tomorrow – while the routine of the thought-process continues with its routine of going beyond – even to the realms of death – and back.

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THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

Time had stayed on, the night was here to stay
Isolated, thoughts were alone in a nowhere precinct
It was warmer there than the cold visage bestrewed
Silence had never been so tender and perfervid
For thoughts to speak out their vestal assertions
Forced by the vicissitude and enamoured by the lay
Time had to change the countenance it had had so far
Thoughts had met their bard under the waxing moon
In the loneliness of the night’s nowhere gallery
Beginning a conversation silence had always sought
The night had just arrived and was here to stay..

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THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

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

SLEEP..THE NIGHT IS NOT SO DEEP..

Sleep..
The night is not so deep

Sleep..
Before it fades away

Embrace your silence
Hug your worn-out soul

Sleep..
The night is mischievous

It runs away,
Like a betraying beloved

It humiliates,
Like a lying companion

Sleep before it haunts again

Sleep..
Before the night gets over

Sleep..
The night is not so deep

Sleep..
Before it is another morning
When the dew,
Washes the red eyes again

Sleep..
Before the hollow dark,
Betrays you again..

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

THE RAINBOW IN TEARS

The rainbow in tears,
With colours of peace,
In a pair of wet eyes,
Reflecting on so far,
Speaking up the mind,
In harmony with soul
The learning,
With odds of life to meet,
The poise of living the pain,
Surviving,
Through the selfish corners,
Breathing the indifference,
Earning the salvage,
To be on the journey,
Lost in chaos of duplicity
Tears of joy tell the eyes,
Now is the time,
Have no more cries..

Contemplation & The Reflex

“The rainbow in tears with colours of peace in a pair of wet eyes
Reflecting on so far, speaking up the mind in harmony with soul
The learning with odds of life to meet the poise of living the pain
Surviving through the selfish corners, breathing the indifference
Earning the salvage to be on the journey lost in chaos of duplicity
The tears of joy tell the eyes, now is the time, have no more cries”


THE RAINBOW IN TEARS

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


 

YET I SEE IT’S FALLING BRICKS..

I don’t go to that place,
Anymore,
Yet I see,
It’s falling bricks every day
They hit me,
Like a fresh wound,
Each time,
Exacting a cruel retribution
The existentialist,
Finds his senses wanderlust,
In the lost realm
I try not to feel,
but thoughts prefer,
To embrace the atonement..

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“I don’t go to that place anymore yet I see it’s falling bricks every day,
They hit me like a fresh wound, each time, exacting a cruel retribution,
The existentialist finds his senses wanderlust in the lost realm,
I try not to feel but thoughts prefer to embrace the atonement..”

YET I SEE IT’S FALLING BRICKS..

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