The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Wednesday 14 September 2011

BORN TO GO WILD..

Rough into the mountains, deep into the sea
Pushing up the gear, pressing down the keys
A journey so far, a WILD journey to the far
From the mild flexes to the hot wild reflexes
To the hunter’s paradise killing every advice
Pumping up the thrill thumping to the access
Pushing up the shot to the extreme thunder

Born on a day, yes, born to take it higher
Born on a day, yes, born to climb it freer

Lost into the desert, deep into the jungle
Flying always soaring crashing on the go
Fueling up the journey living it retro
Jumping up the bar raving up the wave
Wrestling in the wild, rambling extra mile
Jetting me here and there out of nowhere

Born on a day, zigzagging it all the way
Born on a day, jazzing up the fluid clay

On the still planes, to the call of valleys
Diving in the hive, with life’s careless jive
To the nascent discrete route of adventure
Voice of the moment says keep moving on
Echo of the moment says follow it back on
Pacing up going full throttle on the highway
Known just to me, a creation of this day
That adrenaline vigour, the psychic rigour
The roar of the thunder, oh! that shrill of wonder

Yes, the vibes, this all is so known,
Yet so much more remains unknown
The home is where I belong,
Rounds round the creation what I demand
Crisscrossing even the place of nowhere

Born on this day, born to go wild
Born on a day, to take it my way

The antithesis and the creation now
This all is so jazzed up, electrified as Elvis
Ragged yet elegant as the Beatles chords,
Familiarly mysterious and soothingly numb
Stuck so comfortably contemplating, reflecting
Me and my loneliness, riding high on the words


©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - September 14, 2011


Born to be wild (1969) - Steppenwolf
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