The thing that lies deep within,
Divine Figments of distant memories,
Only reveals itself with reflections.
These reflections melt the clouds,
The clouds that hides my inner self,
Like smoke choking my lungs,
Like My pleasure haunted by chaos,
I fight everyday in the toxic city !
Only those who wander in the wilderness of nature find what they truly are and how long they have ignored that.
©2021 Piyush Singh
Words etched on a paper,
Emotions sewed in space-time fabric Feelings then travel,
Glowing on an embellished paper.
A Writer’s Dream
Is his words echoing,
Forever with the Symphony,
Soothing the cosmos eternally.
A thread from his heart,
The marks which ever last,
Etched on a soul’s deepest core,
His words embellished on paper .
A Writer’s Dream
©2020 Piyush Singh
Death is stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “ die before you die”- and find that there is no death.
-Eckhart Tolle
What I have become, I don’t want to know anymore! I have been fed to all that I am not and I only came to know about that when I faced death.
I identified with my mind. I let it dwell on my fears which gave me sufferings and frustrations. It made me to shed tears for my past and worry for my future.
It stole my ‘now’. It overpowered me, I became its prey and it fed my life. I became my failures, my sufferings which lingered only in the past. It became my sense of self.
Who am I ? Just my failure or suffering ? No it can’t be true. I cannot be the figment of my mind, just a mere thought?
No I can’t let my smitten mind feed me. For that I have to die before I actually die.
I have to stop thinking, I have to come out of my unconscious self and cling on my heart beat which exist in the ‘now’. I have to breathe in my present and exhale my past.
This will kill my ego, my fear, my sufferings and all that is born out of my past and future.
My false self will die and my true self will emerge from the eternal now.
I am not the past and future , I am all that is happening right now !
Dreams splashed high above,
Life Glowed with the melting star,
Stored deep in heart .
Digging through keen eyes,
Divine Words caged deep within,
Unveiled with my tears.
Scattered on Palette,
Shadows fallen from my life,
Painted back to sky.
©2021 Piyush Singh
I was walking down the road
In the dead of the chilly night.
The road was desolate and dark,
Just me and my reflection in haze
I was about to end my search,
When the winds whispered behind
“What is it you seek restless soul?
Follow the cold in this deadly night”
I chased that wind that shook me,
The more I moved farther it went
Like I was lured towards a Ghost,
Whirling round and round inside me.
Then I chose to close my eyes,
Let it go and flow with the ghost.
It bothered me no more until it spoke,
“Open your eyes, welcome back to life“
©2021 Piyush Singh
Two strings fluttered
Aimlessly in the toxic mist.
Their existence meant nothing
Until they mingled and became one.
Churning desires tied together,
Melt slowly with the potion of love
Their love sparked amid chaos
And the hate trembled, turning to dust.
Their love flickered for a brief moment,
Showing the buds to blossom like them.
Tears rained when they vanished at last
Sowing their seeds in the bud’s heart !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Happy Valentine’s Day !
Today, on a bright sunny day, in the morning , we witnessed another climate change-induced disaster in the Indian Himalayas.
Another glacier burst in Uttarakhand’s Chamoli district which led to massive flooding and avalanche along the Alaknanda and Dhauliganga rivers. This not only damaged Rishiganga power project but took many lives along the river according to reports.
Previously, it happened in Kedarnath in 2013 when excessive rainfall led to melting of chorabari glacier which triggered the disaster. But that was even bigger disaster that took thousands of lives comparatively.
One disaster took place because of extreme heat and the other because of excessive rainfall. Without a doubt nature is retaliating because of our own karma, Global warming.
The biggest question in front of us is when we are going to wake up and take climate change seriously?
The Himalayan region in our country is least monitored and other issues are given more priority. But we, along with the government ,needs to know that when our environment, our planet is not secure then how can we make our economy secure. When there will be no planet to live then what will be the use of wealth, power or anything else !
The fight against climate change should be our number one priority and efforts should be made to speed up our actions.
There are 100s of lakes forming in the Himalayan region because of melting of glaciers which are shrinking at a fast rate. Many have become time bombs that can burst any moment. Sooner we take this issue seriously better it will be for our generations to come.
We have always admired beauty of nature though we exploited it for our selfish gains. We have already seen a pandemic that exposed our vulnerability and the way we are moving ahead many more vulnerabilities will be exposed.
We have two choices- either speed up our efforts towards tackling global warming right now or wait for the nature to finish us to end it’s misery.
It is completely on us to decide.
Far away from home,
Up on those roads,
Tread through the boulders,
Walk through the forest,
Where trees touch sky
And your breath seems to fly.
Up, on the snow,
Your feet refuse to slow,
Let them feel the rocks,
Let them climb on and on !
When you reach the gates,
You’re welcomed by icy gales,
The pains of the path,
Find its meaning at last,
When you sweat finally glows,
With the rays of the star !
©2021 Piyush Singh
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From the swamp of grief,
I push myself to the surface.
From the depth of hopelessness,
I aspire to light my courage !
It’s tough to push the load,
And the anxieties seem to grow.
Carrying the weight of expectations,
Trying to pull them to the shore !
My feet will never slow
Till I see my sparkling shore !
Though I’ve become blind
But my will lights the road !
©2021 Piyush Singh
The Perceptions Square 