Arrow of time
Pushing us forward to chaos
Our order is melting
With increasing disorder
Aging is difficult
With fears capturing our mind
A man becomes pessimist
With the ticking of clock
This is the law of nature
Law of science
Every system is bound
To collapse or Die
But we have the power
To delay this demon
With firing our love
And Cleansing with compassion
©2020 Piyush Singh
Welcome to Afterlife
You broke loose of Space time
All nightmares ended with life
All you have now
Is bright Sunshine
Now time is your puppet
And you are a Prophet
Either Move backwards
Like a Phoenix from the ashes
Or travel with light
To see the future, so divine
©2020 Piyush Singh
When time began
In the moment after creation
Earth was barren
And was in dark desolation
Then the Glory of God
Began with his compassion
He introduced his son
And humanity with Religion
But the humanity’s creed
Became his Greed
And he became blind
In the shadow of the dark
Epiphany of religion
Forgotten with time
Humanity killed himself
With his ignorance of light
Now Religion is weeping
With the corps of his son
Humanity is motionless
On the barren land
©2020 Piyush Singh
We are the
Puppets of unknown Divine
Our strings are attached
To space and time
Our existence is
Just a blink of moment
Just a tiny component
Of the infinite cosmos
Our lives are
Like a beautiful sunshine
In the chaotic
And dark universe
We are born
In a pandemonium
Of stars and planets
One dies and the other is born.
©2020 Piyush Singh
Accepting Life
Embracing materialism
Spirit builds life
Brick by Brick.
Acquiring skills
Learning the art
Soul weaves life
Brick by brick.
Shaping the world
Guiding the light
Building the world
Brick by brick.
Awaiting the end
Contented with glory
Spirit leaves body
Brick by brick.
©2020 Piyush Singh
Flowing through the mystic mountains
From struggle of ice to preserving flow
Soul vapourises to attain Salvation.
Infancy , youth, Old age
Lost in the wheel of time.
The soul is now ready,
To renounce the worldly Clothes
So divine!
Earth and water
the ornaments of this soul.
Wind and fire
Gave strength to withhold
Its difficult to renounce
But its the destiny of this soul
Panacea or curse
Only the God knows.
With the grief
Of loosing loved ones,
Life thawed away
From material To spiritual realm!
With the hope,
To find that Bliss
Again.
© 2015 Piyush Singh
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