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 25 November 2015


From the Ganga ghats
To the water flowing in the Mother River
Million hopes get aspirations
With million diyas* there to inspire you
It is always an undreamed-of illumination
An opulence of brilliance
A grandeur of colours lit bright
That awaits you 
To take you into its embrace
Literally, metaphorically, symbolically
The view that you look at
With joy
That phenomenon that goes deep into inner you
Enlightening you
The experience that leaves you wanting for more
With tales to tell
The day when you celebrate light with Gods
The day when you sing life with Gods
An evening when you become one with Kashi’s soul
An evening when Gods express the joy of being here
The tales of that evening
When the full moon day is at its blossoming peak
Bringing radiance to the night the day seeks
The evening, the night, the day
Aesthetic, spiritual, mystical or religious
It’s all there for you to live the way you want
The way your soul needs
Taking you into embrace
Literally and metaphorically 
As the youthful morning of the full moon day
Gets younger as the evening gets into night
Revealing a mesmerizing horizon
Where your soul flows with the Ganga
Bathed in the light of million diyas
Floating along, scattered across
On the Ganga, at its ghats
Celebrating life, celebrating light
On the Dev Deepawali night
From the Ganga ghats
To the river stream of the Holy Mother
Millions hopes get inspiration
With the radiance of million diays
Immersing your soul into a wordless realm
Where thoughts interact and speak
With your eyes fixed at colours of life
Dancing and singing hymns of liberation
The day is here again
When Gods will descend
And humanity will greet them with élan
To spend some quality time together
Sitting with the Mother Ganga in Shiva’s Kashi
Come, live your life
Come, feel your voice within   
Come, the city calls you
Come, the day is here again..


©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey -

*Diyas - Earthen Lamps