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.

Sunday 4 June 2017

MEMORIES....

It was yet a summer day 
Seven years to that winter
When it was a different song
And with a difficult note 
So rough was its melody
That all was lost into it
So intensely it was done 
That he was left all to him
Days were frosty and alone
Even if it was a summer sun
Life flowed, melted
Left bruised, dispirited
The winter that stayed 
In a summer that swayed 
Seven years to that winter
It was again a summer day
In by-lanes of memories
When it all came rushing in 
That’s still a different song
Been there all along
But seven years is so long 
That it has got all along
Staying there, in a corner
Albeit, without its marker 

©SantoshChaubey