A Glimpse of Hope

Self clicked

Standing on the edge
Witnessing grief, frustration
Then a glimpse of Hope!

©2020 Piyush Singh


Liebster Blogger Award

I would like to Thank lightoflife07 and creativeenvision for nominating me for Liebster Blogger Award.

Their work is nothing short of magnificent. I am highly blessed to come across their blogs in these rough times.

Do follow their blogs to witness their amazing work. Links are here

https://khwabokasapna.wordpress.com/2020/04/29/a-notification/

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Vincent Ehindero Award

I would also like to thank my fellow blogger Roser for nominating me for Vincent Ehindero Award.

It is really wonderful to come across such blogs that can really inspire you and give you food for thought when you need it most.

Really amazing to come across this blog. Follow the work here

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Stay safe and healthy everyone!

Burning Embers

Towering inferno
Encapsulated the bushes
The world became red
From the blazing fire
The bushes choked
With the suffocating smoke
Creatures charred
And animals screamed
Man, It’s all your greed
Grief of nature
Will never be silenced
So here we are
Facing the revenge
Wrath of the dead
Anger of the bushes
It’s weapon is Corona
And the man
Is running for cover

Mother nature had enough to retaliate. Recently we witnessed bushfires in Australia that killed so many animals and creatures that horrified so many of us.


It’s all because of us, Global warming is our deed that is resulting in such disasters. But mother nature is not weak, it has It’s own mechanism to teach us a lesson. We are now facing Corona Virus pandemic, wrath of nature.


I hope we all recover from this and also learn from our mistakes. This should open our eyes and change our attitude towards mother nature.


Our fight is on, stay safe people!

Being Pessimistic

Years of failure
No reward to show
Hopelessness rules it all
There’s no chance to grow

Pessimist believe
The world is nasty
Either you are condemned
Or you fail to understand

Pessimism might save you
By taking precautions
But it might hinder
The growth you want often.

The world wants both
Pessimists and optimists
As the world desires
Growth with some precautions

©2020 Piyush Singh

What is Patriotism?

Patriotism is the devotion
Of the soldier in the front
Patriotism is the integrity
Of the citizens upfront.

Patriotism seeps through
An honest hardworking man
Patriotism is the respect
For every human

Patriotism is the devotion
Towards your people and nation
Patriotism unites generation
It is the fight against discrimination

©2020 Piyush Singh

A beautiful day in the woods

Drenched in the dirt
Of corrupted society
Suffocated in the smoke
Of polluted city
I longed nothing but
To get out of my anxiety

Far away in the mountains

I walked with the river
Swam with the icy breeze
Felt my life, my sunrise
With the sun shining
Through the misty pines
And snowy peaks.

©2020 Piyush Singh


(Image-Parvati River Kasol)

The Circle – part 3

The Circle-part 1

The Circle-part 2

(Read the first and second part by clicking above)

The rain eased but the pain increased. My bloodied body seeked nothing but his last destination . As I swam, the cold water pushed me ahead towards a destination unknown. Then it felt like heaven, the sands in my hand. It felt like I reached the place I seeked. I reached an unknown island and pushed myself on the sand with my face down. I tried to lift my face and saw a tin shade a few yards away.

I slowly slithered on the sand and reached the tin shade. There was no one there. I thought about them and wondered if they would come back for me. I had nothing left but the last few seconds to think about my father, the most valuable memories of my life. I was loosing my senses.


I looked into the heavens, it cracked open. I saw an extremely illuminating light coming down from the sky and it landed on water. I was about to sleep. I was falling into a trance. I saw few people coming out of water towards me and they were wearing an enclosed helmet on their head. And then it clicked again, the memories came back. As those people came to rescue me and fixed me I got lost in my memories.


As I entered the room I saw a man crying tremendously for something. He was down on his knees with his hands soaked in blood . I came closer to see something which rocked me to my core. Lying in the pool of blood I saw their ghostly faces, the wife and the little son.

I thought, “What evil he has done, killed his own family?”

But his dejected face wanted to say something else. “Father why are you crying”, someone interrupted.

I looked up to see a young man with a knife, soaked in blood. He was the elder son of the man. The father, full of rage, grabbed his elder son’s face with his hands and screamed-

“I trusted you, what you have done! I loved you so much but you killed my heart and soul”.

The son replied, “I just wanted your love. You loved them so much and hardly cared about me which made me jealous. And so I eliminated them. “

The son looked delusional . The father became furious but when he looked at his son and started crying

“ You sick, naive idiot! They were my life and now you have killed me rather than them. I am gonna kill you. “

He was totally engulfed with rage. Then he snatched the knife from his son and stabbed him many times. I was shocked to see that. Why the hell he did that? He had nothing to live for. The wrath of a vulnerable man finished everything beautiful in his life.

I came closer to the lifeless body of the elder son and observed something odd. There was no blood. Then I remembered, the son was Ali and of course we don’t have blood. We are machines, an AI powered humanoid robots.


My father always thought that his machine was perfect and it would not become corrupt with time like humans but he was wrong. The code was perfect but the time makes everything imperfect. It ages us, it grieves us, it corrupts us and finally kills us. And so Ali became corrupted with time. The loss of my creator’s family was beyond his capacity. He was broke, dejected and wanted to kill himself but he found a purpose. A second chance to achieve perfection in his invention. So he decided to create his third son. He longed for a family.


And so to achieve perfection, he built me, guided me, gave me his memories and his reflection. He also gave me his dreams. But to beat time from making me corrupt, he killed my clock. Every time I sleep, I loose memory of my past and start my day fresh. But my creator injected a code to keep the most valuable memories intact which I only remember for few minutes before I am about to sleep. It was a glitch, an imperfection to create perfection.


But the imperfections of humankind took a toll on planet earth. Man’s greed became his downfall. He induced global warming, burnt forests and did everything to destroy his home. So they were finally forced to find another home and they tried to built it on Mars. They started terraforming Mars and used every possible technology to make it quick but once again time beaten them. Just when the Mars started to become green with a patch of blue , the earth became red and the conditions were not enough for humans to live on Mars. So my father came to their rescue.

He knew that his generation may not survive but his invention may start the circle of life. He gave his technology to humanity. Many humanoid robots, powered by Artificial intelligence were created and sent to Mars. Their sole purpose was terraforming Mars and making it liveable for humans. My father fixed Ali and sent both of us to Mars. All of us were coded to stuck in a loop of time. We don’t remember our past after every sleep. We only had our most precious memories which we remember for few minutes before we slept.

But the code was deceived again and the machines started becoming corrupt following their loop for few times. But I was the exception. I was the only one who stayed uncorrupted in spite of living for 250 years on Mars. That glitch which helped me to remember my father and see his reflections, also helped me to achieve what he seeked. It game me conscience and every life I came across whether humans or machines developed compassion and empathy for every creation. But Ali was exception, his sins were terrible which needed even time’s assistance to become pure.

We don’t know what had happened to planet earth and the only humans I saw live in the orbit of the Mars. They occasionally come and help us in our endeavour to make Mars sustain life. They never spoke about earth. Maybe they told us but we are coded to keep only the most precious memories. For now, we are at the brink of creating life on Mars. We turned it from red to green and now from green to blue. Yes we made the oceans, a primordial soup to start life. We are the end and the beginning of the circle of life.

“Hey, wake up Akash! We fixed you and want to check you ”. I opened my eyes and saw humans looking at me, inside a closed room.

One of them asked, “Do you have your memories intact? “.

I replied, “Yes I have my precious memories. I hope you took care of my brother, Ali”.

They smiled and one of them replied, “You dubious machine! Do you still see your father’s reflection and hear his voice around you? “.

I was quite annoyed, “Yes I see and hear him but I want to know that my brother, Ali is safe. “.

Once again they smiled and the other one replied, “You think you are perfect. But perfection is nothing but a journey. You are pessimistic about time but the same time is trying to heal your wounds. You are not perfect just like Ali because my friend-“

He paused , “You are Ali. It is an evil part of you and your good code is trying to correct that glitch every time you wake up. So for now, time to sleep again. And yes thank you again for your work for Humankind”.

Then I heard an epiphany song and slept peacefully.

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Circle – part 1

Far away on the other side of the river, I saw a woman in white clothes with her little son holding her finger. Their clothes were flowing in the air and they were whispering something. They were hopeful that I would listen to them. They were agitated, they were worried. They wanted to scream but they couldn’t .

Maybe they were shouting but it was only reaching me like a breath flowing through the surface of the river. They wanted me to come to them but this river, it was turning to something else.

I approached the edge of the river, it was becoming red, like blood red. It was poisonous, it smelled like acid. But I felt like I should cross it and so I dived into the river.

It was freezing cold and it slowly numbed my body. I swam as fast as I could against the upstream but I couldn’t move an inch. Something was pulling me from them. I looked back- Oh hell! Thousands of demons, all soaked in blood gathered around me.

They were holding my body, pulling me to every direction. It was pandemonium all around. Their voices all around me, they were screaming at me. It was tearing me apart. I tried my best to move ahead but the more I pulled the lesser I moved.

I looked at the woman, she raised her hand and tried desperately to reach me. I was totally engulfed with pain, dejection and agony. My head was cracking into pieces and my body was trembling with pain. I wanted to get out of that.

“Please, someone help!”

Then I heard the voice-

“Life is just an illusion, what you seek is beyond humans. Wake up son, you have to make it quick. “

I opened my heavy eyes with some difficulty to see the familiar face.

To be continued…

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Circle-part 2