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.

Friday 12 February 2016


Sometimes, it becomes more than a word
In environs
Sucked, squeezed, bland, pitch dark
Life feels stuck
In an oblivion
Where words play cruel games
Some meanings you do get
But most sound familiar yet meaningless
Like the frustrating maze of tapestries
It was only the last evening
When you had seen the world anew
Sensing the volition
And conversing within
And hopelessness was just a word
But not anymore
It is there to tear you apart
In a day only
Giving words phrases you don’t want to hear
And what kills your more
Is you even don’t want to run
Sometimes, it makes you feel so empty
That you stop listening to yourself
Lost in those dark environs
In a maze that sucks you within
Humiliating any conversation
Trying to kill every sense you talk
It does so when you start losing the grip
On being yourself 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey -