Your dream may look bleak,
It may burn with hopelessness
But those embers will not die,
It has a purpose to fulfill.
All those fears in the depth
Dig them out with your Will
Start again from the dust,
Become a blizzard in the dark
Your dreams are not alone,
Let them find others , unite
And roar like a raging river
Shattering obstacles of the path !
Never stop believing,
Like a flickering candle light
Fighting the mighty dark and
Shimmers with a melting heart !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Mind dictates false self ,
Infuse sufferings of past.
You are not your mind
Trapped in past-future,
Life blooms in stillness of Now,
A journey within
Mind is programmed to make a mental image of everything as per it’s needs. It needs time especially past and future to dwell , in fact to avoid everything which exists Now (present) it has created illusion of past and future.
We can feel this in our daily lives , we either curse our past or crave for a better future when we allow our mind to dominate. This is how our mind creates a false image of ourselves and everything around.
We are not what our mind says. Our true identity lies beyond our mind, it lies deep within in our consciousness,in the stillness which exists only in the present moment.
So without thinking too much , just feel life the way it is, in this moment, in the stillness of Now. You will find your true self.
I am trying to reach there,
But my emotions are feeding me .
It’s waging a war against my true self,
Obstructing my way to my inner self
The more I identify with my mind,
The farther I get away from me .
The more I let my emotions drive,
The lesser I feel my valuable life
It was then I Decided to let it go,
felt life in the stillness around ,
shattered my ego stuck in illusory time
Finally found myself Beyond my mind!
©2021 Piyush Singh
It all started with a reason, the twin towers were blown apart giving bruises to America. They decided to end this forever war giving hope to the world and innocent people of Afghanistan .
They pushed those demons, freed that land giving dreams to the people of Afghanistan. But they decided to leave ,maybe for a broader plan which we are not able to see.
Afghanistan is still a child who barely walked when….so much to say through this poetry
“They lifted me from the rubble
Of my doomed fate, a small child
Shivering with chaos around”,
My mother told my tale of hope.
A long nightmare ended ,
The reveries glowed with promise
To stay forever around,
When the Angels arrived, saved my life
I grew with those dreams ,
Limping through smoke of the past.
Freeing my motherland From
The shackles of those demons ,at last
But when it was time ,
To walk towards light,
They decided To leave
with our dreams in their heart !
Why they left us
In the hands of those demons?
Maybe there’s a reason in the darkness,
They want Us To find in time !
©2021 Piyush Singh
How you Vanished?
An Autumn wind passed so swiftly,
Took a piece of me
From my dwindling heart.
A tinny ripple washed away
A brief moment that glowed with dust,
The dust from the star
A piece of my heart.
What’s remain is my breath,
Struggling in the mist,
The mist of my tears
Yearning to glow with her Star !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Skepticism is good. In order to know the answer , you need to question. Our sages in the Vedic period were great skeptic and so they spend their lifetime in search of knowledge, light or truth and achieved a lot. That is how we got our country’s name Bharat ( India) in hindi meaning- the […]
Blending Science with Philosophy- Part 1
Suffering seeps in When past is allowed to dwell so much in the mind that one hopes only for the future, without living in the present.
And without living in the ‘Now ‘ mind is always dominated by illusions which either don’t exist or may not happen in the future.
Happiness is sense of self totally engrossed in something in the Now. When we think that we are what the past has made us , we lose our true identity . We continue to live that past again and again until it ruins us completely.
We can only recover from all sufferings by denying our mind the sense of time or psychological time .
When we feel our presence in the ‘Now’ and nothing beyond it , we truly feel the warmth of happiness cuddling us with all the beautiful creation around us
Not very long ago I wrote about the nightmare of 2020 which shattered many hearts all over the world and how that grief came to an end.
2021 looked bright and very little did we know it was just a beginning of a cataclysm we would soon find ourselves in the middle of.
It came back and this time it began from our home, people gasped for breath , some because of the disease and some watching their loved ones dying helplessly in front of them.
There was a chaos in the city, hospitals failed to Fulfill their purpose, bodies piled up on the shores of the river and resources ran dry even for the last rites.
Media tried their best to show that everything was in order, government was busy in elections and many people who were thrown to conduct such elections breathed their last afterwards.
Who will talk about those people who died alone, in isolation, away from the loved ones, with only shattered dreams in their eyes?
There were only letters they read only once a day in their wards-
Papa don’t worry about anything , we are fine at home. Mother is already planning of things we all will do on your birthday next month. Papa we miss you every day and we know you will comeback stronger . Have faith in your God. Get well soon !
They read those letters just to live that possibility infinite times until their mind became so numb and their body became so weak that whatever happened afterwards seemed real only to their soul.
How difficult it is for their families to recover from that grief? How difficult it is to get back to normal life?
How difficult is comeback?
It’s tough to come out of this deluge of grief but you have to try with whatever you have and whatever you can to pick your pieces one by one and hold it together.
You have to remember the dreams of those who you have lost , have faith in those dreams no matter how difficult it may seem and carry on.
Life has one thing in common, it never stops ,it always finds a way no matter how many times it perishes.
Water dries, becomes vapor , precipitates over mountains , flows like a river and becomes a mighty ocean in the end.
The Perceptions Square 