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)
In the world of Hatredness, Full of agony and restlessness
Sing me a song of Paradise
In this world of Cruelty
Where faith is not humanity
Sing me a song of Paradise
Where humanity creeps
In the valley of corrupt powers
Sing me a song of paradise
That song of love
That love Bathed in sacrifice
Sing me that song of Paradise !
The earth is burning,
The soil is dying,
Masses are tormented,
By the Flames
In the North.
The Sun
Showering embers,
The winds Blowing fire,
The Home is in peril,
Our home in the north.
Heaven we seek,
To the south ,
We Retreat
But the heart never blooms
Away From the north.
And then we see
The monsoons
From the heaven,
Quenched our Land
And our hearts
In the North.
Some people don’t believe in God and always question him. Most of us define God as the one who has created this universe , the one who has created us and try to find him. But we never realise our creator is around us, the one who make sure that we always smile, the one who sacrifice so much for us to make sure our lives become a perfect one. She is the one who has created us , our mothers.
My mother sacrificed her life for me, for her family. But still I see her in my dreams, alive and always inspiring me to move ahead in life by overcoming all the difficulties. I know she is watching me from heaven and guiding me in the right direction through one or the other way.
You can’t deny the fact that Mothers are epitome of sacrifice. Sometimes A son can go wrong but a mother is never wrong!
Hats off to all the mothers of the world. Make her feel special every day so that you don’t regret later!
Happy Mother’s day to all !
O Nature! your ocular beauty,
Fills my heart with sheer bliss.
Your glowing drops of dew on grass,
With cool breeze sweep my sorrows, at last.
O Nature! you benevolent host,
Your Omens show me the path to flow,
Your Sparrows’ hopping,
And your pigeons’ cooing ,
Give me the symphony
In the morning cold.
O Nature! You Enchanting soul,
You turn my thoughts,
From dissapointment to Hope.
Your aroma of wet earth,
Superseding my agony,
Give me the courage,
In the pursuit of divine soul.
© 2015 Piyush Singh
Roaring Himalayas,
As its crown.
Vedas preaching,
Its sorrowful grounds.
Ganges cleansing ,
Disciples of this earth
Where all religions ,
Have its worth.
Light of Vedic Wisdom
laid foundation of this kingdom.
Where Krishna’s Karma
Became mankind’s Dharma
Land of Gandhi’s Ahimsa
Land of Buddha’s light,
Illuminated the world, so bright.
Where Ganges cleanse,
Sins of the soul
Where Monsoons Quench,
The thirst of the land.
Land of Shahjahan’s Taj
Land of Mughal Akabar’s,
Kingdom of Mighty call.
Where peacocks roll,
In the valley of hope.
Where lotus bloom,
In the pond of struggles.
It is a land of Holy Geeta,
Land of Holy Bible and Quran.
© 2015 Piyush Singh
Tears flowed on my face
When your memories came,
Full of grace.
Life’s comedy separated our fate
See you there on meadow’s gate.
In the deepest corner
Of my crown
Farther in the holy town
O friend ! Through this divine trace
I’ll see you there in that meadow’s shade.
Where Cool breeze kissed your face,
And your hairs glowed with sunrays,
Where Doves chirped near your feet,
And squirrels rolled in your space
I’ll see you there in that meadow’s shade.
Where Divine breeze,
Quenched your Spirit’s lace
And your soul Listined ,
Epiphany of God’s grace
I’ll see you there in that meadow’s shade.
Far away from this misery ground
Far away from this selfish town
Seeing me from the photo case,
Always smiling on my face
My friend! I’ll see you there in that heaven’s shade.
© 2015 Piyush Singh
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