Month: February 2015

The Flight

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Life’s agonies can be so profound
That might burn you in Inferno’s hall.
Lift yourself above the ground,
Every time from a deep fall.

You are a mythical Phoenix ,in disguise
Resurrect yourself from the ashes
Transform yourself from the clouds, so dense!
Reigniting your fire, giving off flashes.

Your past can haunt you in testing times,
Wear equanimity and hold your intrpid strings.
Raise your head to see the light, so sublime,
And take a flight by burning your wings.

The flight to the future from Karmic present,
The flight of persevere life, so meant.

P.S.-Tried to create this sonnet with a rhyming pattern of ababcdcdefefgg.
In response to writing201:Poetry.

© 2015 Piyush Singh

India

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Roaring Himalayas,
As its crown.
Vedas preaching,
Its sorrowful grounds.
Ganges cleansing ,
Disciples of this earth
Where all religions ,
Have its worth.

Light of Vedic Wisdom
laid foundation of this kingdom.
Where Krishna’s Karma
Became mankind’s Dharma
Land of Gandhi’s Ahimsa
Land of Buddha’s light,
Illuminated the world, so bright.

Where Ganges cleanse,
Sins of the soul
Where Monsoons Quench,
The thirst of the land.
Land of Shahjahan’s Taj
Land of Mughal Akabar’s,
Kingdom of Mighty call.

Where peacocks roll,
In the valley of hope.
Where lotus bloom,
In the pond of struggles.
It is a land of Holy Geeta,
Land of Holy Bible and Quran.

© 2015 Piyush Singh

In That Meadow

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Tears flowed on my face
When your memories came,
Full of grace.
Life’s comedy separated our fate
See you there on meadow’s gate.

In the deepest corner
Of my crown
Farther in the holy town
O friend ! Through this divine trace
I’ll see you there in that meadow’s shade.

Where Cool breeze kissed your face,
And your hairs glowed with sunrays,
Where Doves chirped near your feet,
And squirrels rolled in your space
I’ll see you there in that meadow’s shade.

Where Divine breeze,
Quenched your Spirit’s lace
And your soul Listined ,
Epiphany of God’s grace
I’ll see you there in that meadow’s shade.

Far away from this misery ground
Far away from this selfish town
Seeing me from the photo case,
Always smiling on my face
My friend! I’ll see you there in that heaven’s shade.

© 2015 Piyush Singh

My Best Event

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A Comedy

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I woke one day
Got ready for the play
It was a day of exam,
for which I studied,
Spelling Chanakya’s chant.
Father said, keep your mind cool,
I said to my fingers, save me today,
You wisest fool!
When I finally saw the paper,
My worries started growing, skyscraper!
I tried to think, I tried to sail,
But soon I became,
From alpha to beta male.
I was surrounded by darkest sunshine
But my worries, still refused to decline.
The paper was clearly, misunderstood.
But my fingers said, I could.
Somehow I manage
To finish the paper.
But It was the work of my fingers,
And only work of my maker

Later that evening,
I strummed my guitar,
And my fingers moved
Like a smooth car.

Life is like a bitter truth
You do something crazy, Something good.
In the morning
I was like a living dead,
Later with my guitar,
My fingers played with my divine head.

A tale of sacrifice

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Wrote this poem quite some time ago. I think there is a need to share this again. This is a story written in the form of a poem which tells us the true meaning of life .
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The Perceptions Square

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There lived a restless soul in the mist of time,
Who was in the quest of truth of life .
He started his journey in the world of darkness,
in the world of sufferings and in the world of ignorance.
He searched for glory and searched for signs,
But he struggled to find the eternal sunshine.
All hopes were fainting, all joy was lost
And he waited for the miracle from the sky above.
Then a light came from a sage, he met.
The truth is felicity in the doing for others,
The victory is Karma and not in its result,
The felony is idleness and not endeavors,
The truth is perseverance, the sage said.
He took the light and decided to spread,
And he washed the miseries and pain of others.
He rose and fell but never got success,
But his joy was Karma and not its result.
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Memories

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Your love was a song,
that stayed in my heart,
Forever long
Your face was a light,
In my life ,so bright.
But those moments had gone,
And you left me to mourn.
I still remember that winter,
So cold and dead.
So proud was your face,
But lying on the grave.
I remember those days,
Your hands on my face.
When you sulked your pain,
But never showed it on your face.
I remember those days
When your agony was so deep
That stopped you to sleep.
But you bestowed your life
To see my eternal smile.
I still see you in the trance
In the fog of my memories
Standing in the meadow
And smiling on my shadow
Your message for me is Clear
To live your life, my dear!
Tears and joy will come and go,
Your life for others is the motto.
Your sacrifice is a sunshine
That will guide my mind,
On this path of my life,
On the path beyond this life.

P.S- In the memory of my mother who died after suffering from kidney failure, few years ago.

© 2015 Piyush Singh

Faith

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Amidst the cacophony of crying souls,
You quenched our burning soul.
When the blood was spilled on earth ,
You gave us the courage to hold.

You forgave our sins, O Lord
Your trust was precious , My God
But many betrayed you again by war
Their felony was misanthropy,so far.

This evil will not last , for long,
’cause we still have your empathical song.
Your belief will help us to make this world,
A heaven of universe,
A heaven of earth.

You taught us to worship,
The lesson of Karma,
And the religion of humanity.
And your trust will be precious,
In times of cruelty.

© 2015 Piyush Singh

An Eternal Journey

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In this realm of disaster,
You have to walk alone with hope.
Through the darkness and the cold,
You have to walk alone with hope

You will loose, You will fall,
But you will never stop till the final call,
Because your joy is this journey
And not any stop

Somewhere this path will bring dejection
Somewhere it will bring chaos
But your karma will bring glory
And will give fuel to your soul

After every darkness, there is a glimmer of hope
Life is a divine journey and death is like a toll
This is an eternal journey
This is a journey of soul .

© 2015 Piyush Singh

Inky Breadcrumbs and the Forgotten Magic of Writing by Hand

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Technology not only pushes us forward in time but also sometimes pushes us backwards in time due to its failure. Writing is an art that transforms the life of the writer and also of the reader and the real happiness or rather satisfaction of writing comes when you do it with the help of pen, on the paper.

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Hey, writer! When was the last time you took a good look at your own hands? I mean, a really, really good long look?

Sure, they’re fluttering in and out of the periphery of vision over the course of any average day, assisting in the picking up and setting down of life’s dull and delightful objects. But, most often, their task feels secondary – to hold up for inspection the things you’ve deemed far more fascinating: smartphones, babies, books, burritos.

There’s little incentive to notice them. And this strikes me as odd. So do it now. Have a good, long gander. What do you see? Look carefully: your hands are miraculous, surprising, ordinary, and, for my money, entirely underappreciated.

You’re in good retroactive company. I’m first writing this by hand, in fact, down here in Mexico, though by the time it reaches its final destination…

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