A potpourri of grains rustled
With afflictions in a void, so vast.
The grains of the stardust
Glistened with pride,
They were all alike.
Those similar grains of stardust
Contrived humanity who made boundaries
The divisions of religion, the difference of colour,
Black, brown, white, yellow.
Everyone will go down the same drain
To become the similar
Handful of stardust again!
©2020 Piyush Singh
Holding on the edge
Lying precariously
My courage drives faith.
©2020 Piyush Singh
Limped, Vanquished
I treaded among the rubbles
Of million dreams, lying
Shattered around me.
I yearned for a Distant dream
But my world looked grim
Then a voice I heard, a hand
On my shoulders, “together we can!”
Liebstar Award
Recently I have been nominated by John Gregory Evans and Dixit Mrityunjay for Liebster Award. I would like to Thank them for their nomination and their consistent support.
It is my pleasure to come across very influential writer John Gregory Evans. His work is amazing and his life is equally inspiring. So delve into the mesmerizing world of this fabulous writer by following his blog here
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Mrityunjay is a budding superstar who is blooming with his work with every single day. Follow his blog here.
https://septemberhearttohearts.wordpress.com/2020/05/20/poem-you-and-i/
Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award
Nothing better than the consistent support of my fellow blogger Tanya Sheik who nominated me for this award.
This award is as inspiring as her words are. Immerse yourself in the glowing world of her by following her blog here
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Answering some questions
What would you like to convey if you become the voice of Earth?
(Voice of Earth) I have seen many chaos, actually I was born out of chaos. I have seen many mass extinctions but it will be my biggest loss If I lose you, Humans! I will continue to thrive even after you, so don’t destroy yourself. It is my humble request.
What do you do for relaxation?
Reading books and listening soundtracks. Currently I am reading “All the Light We cannot see” by Anthony Doerr.
How do you attract new readers?
Well, you have to be consistent with your blog. Your content should be unique, eclectic and deep. That’s my method.
Favourite genres of music?
I love soundtracks a lot. It churns emotions in me. My favourite soundtracks are-
On the nature of daylight by I think Max Richter. It has been played in movies like Shutter Island and Arrival.
No time for caution, our destiny lies above us from Interstellar by Hans Zimmer.
The other genres which I like are Hard Rock, Punk rock, Alternative Rock. I also hear Bollywood sometimes.
Thank you for reading!
Some people see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I was taught to see the beauty. But I was taught a lie. And when I saw the world for what it really was, I realised how little beauty there was in it. – Dolores (Westworld)
How true it is with humans, forget about machines.
Our eyes may see chaos right now but our hearts are not designed to act that way. It may tremble a bit but it will never forget what it has learnt, it has learnt to see the beauty.
It is born as a poet and even when it dies it brings poetic flashes of our lives in the form of emotional memories.
Maybe this melody stays with the soul forever , maybe we are not sure about this but there are certain things about our species which is quite magical, beyond science to explain.
Another day has passed, a new morning in our lives. Our struggle continues, our fight continues. Some of us will perish, some of us will survive but our hearts will never stop to see the beauty, though the world may not have it.
Stay safe, Spread happiness, embrace beauty!
Churning in a pool
Invisible in our brain
It’s mystery beyond science
The teacher of mankind
The Light from within
The Light from the unknown
Emerging from the dark
Consciousness is the word
The word that guided us
In our journey, so far.
©2020 Piyush Singh
Lurking in the shadows
Afraid to embrace the unknown
A little courage is what I need
To get out of my refuge
My refuge in false comfort
The comfort that paralyse
My life beyond repair
©2020 Piyush Singh
Sailing precariously
On the surface.
Stuck in the dark swamps
Of restlessness.
Intimidated by the howls
Of my raging heartbeat.
Oh my patience!
Hang in there On the fringes
‘cause it is you my Angel
Who will show me the light
At the brink of
my dwindling hope
At the far end of my
Howling nightmare!
©2020 Piyush Singh
Life has been quite awful for many people these days but nothing Worst than the adversities of the poor labourers in India.
They have been over utilised, exploited by the capitalists for building their empire and now they have been dumped on the road to suffer with no food, no help.
All they want is to return home when the world is stagnant with no work around. My heart grieves for them.
Poverty speaks….
My sweat built
Your soaring Castles
I gulped tremendous pain
To Fulfil your worldly desires
And I didn’t complain
Even for a second
For the tiny bread
You thrown at me in return
But now when I want you
To stand by me
You only discarded me
I am bruised,
But I have not lost hope
I will walk forever on the road
The place where my heart is
The place called home.
My sufferings are not new
May not shake your inner core
Because maybe I am poor
And poverty is only meant
To lie on the road and suffer!
Be grateful to what you have and be an Angel for the needy!
A Frolicking Spirit
Overflowing with curiosity
Is amazed to see
Our languished faces, constantly
Why are you So sore,
Why are You so worried?
Look at my enchanting eyes
Look at my baby steps
My toddling courage
Is simmering with hope
As I see the world
Full of relentless possibilities
‘Impossible’ is just a word
I am beginning to mould
I am your hero
I am you reason
‘cause my giggling joy
Is a magical charm
Extinguishing you miseries
When I flaunt my tiny arms
©2020 Piyush Singh
A small sapling breathes
Giggles with life around
Blends with the soul of soil
Which Cleanses it with holy water
Showered with blessings
Of the photons
Cuddles the tiny droplets
Floating in the morning air
An innocent child
Looks up directly at sunshine
Grows up to become a sage
While it’s roots store wisdom
A selfless sage in meditation
Blows life from within
And surrender timber
Even after death.
©2020 Piyush Singh
