Sent here for a Reason

Mankind!
You are sent here
For a reason
In this ever increasing
Chaos of this universe
You are a moment
Of order
In the vast Disorder
Don’t be a catalyst
Of this increasing disaster
Live this moment in peace
And let love create
A greater ease
Mankind!
You are a precious jewel
An oasis in the
Desert of Cosmos
Let the chaos
Freeze in time
And this moment
Last a bit longer!

©2020 Piyush Singh

It’s a Chemical World

There’s a haze in the city
Even the morning isn’t pretty
You breathe in Sulphur
From the burning rubber
Your lungs fight with methane
Now your life has become a bane

Oh pretty oxygen
Where you are?
We all are searching
Another Noah’s Arc
Where can I find
That morning glow?
Where the mornings
Are refreshing
And nature refreshes soul!

©2020 Piyush Singh

Your inner Battle

Your inner skirmish
Struggle against fears
Your crippling courage
Your Fight to wash blemish
May not see victory
May not witness light
But to flow with the cosmos
Is what made life.
So flow with wind
With your head
Held high
Ecstasy is the adventure
On the rough
Road of life

©2020 Piyush Singh

My Life, Our lives

My Life
An ordinary one
My thoughts
May not be significant
But still for those of you
Who think I’ve touched you
You are just like me
Pain, dejection, loss
Have hurt us
Sharing, empathy, love
Have overwhelmed us
Our defeats are small
Just a blink of cosmos
When we stood Bravely
Against the headwind
Our stories
Maybe forgotten with time
But if we live in the memories
Of a single life
Our purpose is fulfilled

©2020 Piyush Singh

Corona Virus is our Karma

You heard it right?


Corona Virus is the demon we have created. It is our own karma for all the wrongs we did against nature.


From burning of Amazon forests to bushfires in Australia, from cutting of Aarey forests in Mumbai to deforestation all over the world, nature had enough to retaliate. Corona Virus is the product of brutality committed by mankind towards wild life, one of the most essential elements of nature.

Nature has its own mechanism to rebel, corona virus is one such mechanism.


Now nobody is talking about religious conflicts or human conflicts. Entire humanity is running for cover against the wrath of nature.


Do we still have hope? Can humanity recover from this fast enough?


Once again nature can save us in spite of our apathy towards it. It is the Angel we are praying now. Our own immune system, is also a part of nature, can save us.

Is our immune system strong enough to tame this demon? Most of us will say no but we can enhance it through exercises, Yoga or any other work out. Some may not agree but something is better than nothing.


Can nature’s own gift, Ayurveda or our immunity save us from this pandemic, when all other treatments are far away, remain to be seen.
But enough is enough, we can’t survive without nature.

We have to give back nature what it deserves. Otherwise, nature saw our birth and will see us dying, too.

So it is my appeal to all readers
Save wildlife, preserve nature and of course work out daily!

Sail through

Sail through
With the faith
Your pursue


Religions are modes Of transport and all roads lead to one ultimate goodness.

Respect other vehicles on the road because we all have to reach smoothly and safely to the same destination.

Also respect pedestrians who are atheists as they too are walking on the same path towards the same Ultimate destination.

The Climb Uphill

Panting and sweating
Against the towering hill
Persisting till pinnacle
Keep your will
By your side
Because every breath
Would feel suicide
Pleasure of life
Is your courage, uphill
Winning is happiness
And losing is contentment

©2020 Piyush Singh

Religion Weeps

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