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.

Saturday, 31 January 2015

MY SPRING IS STILL COLD

It’s Spring already
But I don’t see colours
The landscape is white
The joy is shadowed
And bereft of love
It’s still biting winter

The springtime is here
But bereft of love
Its yellow is blanching   
And in its still shadow
Time has remained  
Frozen by a rigid frost

Where is the warmth?
Where did the love go?
Who stole colours?  
Who betrayed my Spring?
Teasing me, from depths
The cheerful winter asks

Questions linger
Answers cry to deceive
Memories refuse to leave
Again in a Spring
Robbed of its beauty
Bereft of its love

In the season's dew
Missing its yellow Hue
My Spring is still cold
And bereft of love
In the wintry dew
The air is now restless 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/