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 14 October 2016

EVEN IF YOU KNEW YOU WERE PURE IN YOUR HEART

You were never right to say it wasn’t wrong
You were never wrong to feel something was amiss
Coz you never realized which side you were
Coz you never realized where you belonged
Until words became too hollow to hold any further
It was always a square or a circle with trapeze
And not the straight line you had in your mind
It remained elusive
You chose to speak your mind to coexist
And that was your innocence,
When you thought life will come around
But it was selfish when life chose to go otherwise
You remained there, with your world
That you so honestly tried to create
But life was seldom there
And whenever it chose to spend a period with you
It was always sought something in return
That you had so soulfully nurtured
And it took away all, one by one, like a disloyal partner
It would always seek more, even if you were left broken
When you were betrayed
It didn’t have even the false assurances
When you were left alone
It pushed you more into a chasm of no end
When you felt lost
It tried even to mislead you into the wilderness
You did not see it all then
You were never right about it
But then how can your innocence be wrong?
All it did was seeing the life in a right perspective
You thought it was always a straight line to coexist
Even if the journey was always rough
The friction
That defines your existence was always there
Where would we be without friction in our life?
But all this while,
Life was busy encircling you in its tentacles
Of false ideas, of false relations, of false existences
You were taught, you were preached
To blame yourself first, to find fault with yourself first
Even if you knew you were pure in your heart
Such was the mirror
That you would go with such absurdities
When you had decided to open yourself to life,
A mutual coexistence was in your mind
But after all these years,
You find life did all to throw you into a lonely abyss
Now that you can see through its designs,
Knowing that a part of you has been co-opted,
You need to be existentially right to come out of illusions
You need your straight line, more than ever..

You were never right to say it wasn’t wrong 
©SantoshChaubey