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/

SUCH DECISIONS WERE NEVER FOR YOUR OBEISANCE

If possible,

Don’t let there be,

The moment of such decisions,

Imposed on you, selfishly,

Inflicting and demanding,

With no care for you,

Having no thoughts of you,

See where your peace is,

Find the harmony of your soul,

O’ life, know where your spirit is,

Don’t listen to such decisions,

Yes, you cared for,

But such decisions,

Were never for your obeisance,

What if,

Your thoughts still go back,

What if,

Your thinking still comes to a silence,

If possible,

Don’t pain yourself anymore,

Don’t hurt your peace anymore..

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

GAMES LIFE PLAYS – HOW RECKLESS A LIFE CAN BECOME..

‘How reckless life is?’
Vs
‘How reckless a life can be?’ 

— The games the existence plays with the identities..

— Silly pursuits of life when the spirit of living was staring at death..

— And life recklessly made you love the fatalist in you..

— And you recklessly followed the fictions of life..

‘The games that were to be played differently.’
Vs
‘The games that were not to be played.’

— How reckless a life becomes..

— Mutilating its own soul while playing with others..

©/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/

A CATACLYSMIC CHANGE INDEED IT WAS..

There was something moving inside him. He told himself a cataclysmic change indeed it was bringing out the devil in flashes.

Blocks were drifting. The stillborn was already past its prime.

He felt he was vacated suddenly but couldn’t find the free space inside when he needed to be into.

The style, the substance, and its eerie similarity to the time when it was a dark run of circumstances, all were telling him a tale told and foretold, throughout his life, if he could say it so, if he could encapsulate the moments in the birth of that life of him, a life that was somehow a sordid tale of misunderstanding, manipulation, betrayal and stabbing.

He was left bruised, tormented, traumatized.

Times were shifting. Acting desperately, he tried to sift through the mess he was thrown into to make sense of what was happening, why it was happening.

His efforts, his commitment to the continuity, his sincerity to the cause, his innocence to the identities, his conscience for the individualities, every person of him was so brutally traded off, so mercilessly killed, as if he had no identity, as if he never had an existence.

And he lived for his identity only. And he lived for making a meaningful existence of him only.

And he was left bleeding, his soul manipulated, compromised and hurt.

The devil had the chance to take him over, to do with him all he had not been able to do. And his mischievousness came with

The darkness ran deep, going well into the past. The dreadful bonhomie of the evil spirit was singing in fusion with the voice of his detractor.

A cataclysmic change imposed on him, forced on his identity. He was staring at the odds of annihilation of his soul.

He was thus calling for the survivor in him desperately.

And then, he saw the light.

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

GOING THROUGH THE CIRCLE OF LIFE..

Going through the sea-side
When,
I had seen the winding light
I had seen the slipping delight
For,
It had taken away some shades of twilight

Going through the road-side
When,
I had heard the screaming night
I had felt the waning light
For,
It had added some darkness to the might

Going through the open blue sky
When
I had seen the words go fly
I had heard the letters cry
For,
It had made their destinies dry

Going through the circle of life
When
I find the unreason so wide
For oft,
I witness the wisdom lay astride
For,
Unreason and wisdom often be at strife
Going through the circle of this life..

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

WHEN YOU FEEL BETRAYED..

Increasing chances are if you are the old school, if you are of the breed who believes in building and following a relation out of your family honestly, going by the puritan ethos of commitment, you will be betrayed.

It is not specific to any particular relation or any set of particular relations.

Yes, but it hurts more in cases of friendships and its extensions and variations because it then involves innocent expectations and informal elements of relations that exist in a family.

Who is right, who was wrong, is always perceived and assimilated individually.

Be the individualist to the core, be true to your heart, in handling your sentiments whenever you feel betrayed by someone you thought was on the same page as you were and you felt for the person as you feel for your ‘self’.

You have no right over anyone but you. You can be manipulated, your emotions can be exploited, but never let them take you down to the level that you start misunderstanding your ‘self’.

It is cliché but true that honesty and commitment are misunderstood if followed in totality. But can they be followed selectively, opportunistically? That is nothing but debauchery.

Whatever that your acts are taken for, stick to your viewpoint, follow what you have been doing.

Never compromise the purity of your thought process because of someone else. It will be a double whammy. The other one has already betrayed you. Now you will be betraying your ‘self’, the raison d’être of your ‘being’.

Yes, it hurts but pain can be a very good friend, a blessing in disguise.

”Pain always makes the space for a good friend. Its resilience lets you go deeper within you, connecting you with YOU, giving you the language, to communicate, with your SELF.”

Remain honest. Keep believing in totality of commitments. That is a must for you to remain honest to your ‘self’.

Life has to be about you. It’s better to look inside than to run aimlessly when pain afflicts you. Handling it positively is the reminder that you are still in the league of independent souls, and have not become the mere pawns of fate, destiny or compromised existence.

Remain committed to your value-system. Learn from betrayals. Learn from the pain they cause. And come out to be the stronger, better and a more humane ‘YOU’.

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