Underneath this skin,
Something deep within,
A fire burning ruthlessly,
Brewing the missing pieces .
Rebuilding the hope
Which was shattered
Long ago ‘cause of fear,
‘cause of loss of someone.
Keep breathing in the fog
Until the smoke turns weak
Until the suffocation loses
The battle against your will !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Your dream may look bleak,
It may burn with hopelessness
But those embers will not die,
It has a purpose to fulfill.
All those fears in the depth
Dig them out with your Will
Start again from the dust,
Become a blizzard in the dark
Your dreams are not alone,
Let them find others , unite
And roar like a raging river
Shattering obstacles of the path !
Never stop believing,
Like a flickering candle light
Fighting the mighty dark and
Shimmers with a melting heart !
©2021 Piyush Singh
I am trying to reach there,
But my emotions are feeding me .
It’s waging a war against my true self,
Obstructing my way to my inner self
The more I identify with my mind,
The farther I get away from me .
The more I let my emotions drive,
The lesser I feel my valuable life
It was then I Decided to let it go,
felt life in the stillness around ,
shattered my ego stuck in illusory time
Finally found myself Beyond my mind!
©2021 Piyush Singh
Suffering seeps in When past is allowed to dwell so much in the mind that one hopes only for the future, without living in the present.
And without living in the ‘Now ‘ mind is always dominated by illusions which either don’t exist or may not happen in the future.
Happiness is sense of self totally engrossed in something in the Now. When we think that we are what the past has made us , we lose our true identity . We continue to live that past again and again until it ruins us completely.
We can only recover from all sufferings by denying our mind the sense of time or psychological time .
When we feel our presence in the ‘Now’ and nothing beyond it , we truly feel the warmth of happiness cuddling us with all the beautiful creation around us
There is an initial push, then there is a long day of hard work and finally there is a long , stretching night of struggle and perseverance. The three phases of an aspiring life .
Some don’t see that long persevering night as they get success early but the real adventure lies beyond the day ,into that good night.
It might seem tough or frustrating to persevere but the moment you focus completely on your efforts in the present you start enjoying the journey, rather than the goal.
You walk, you stumble
You struggle, you fall !
You sweat, you cry,
You smile creating ripples,
In an ocean full of insignificance.
You might not reach your shore,
But your shore lies
Where your will rest
And becomes sparkling sand !
©2021 Piyush Singh
The thing that lies deep within,
Divine Figments of distant memories,
Only reveals itself with reflections.
These reflections melt the clouds,
The clouds that hides my inner self,
Like smoke choking my lungs,
Like My pleasure haunted by chaos,
I fight everyday in the toxic city !
Only those who wander in the wilderness of nature find what they truly are and how long they have ignored that.
©2021 Piyush Singh
Words etched on a paper,
Emotions sewed in space-time fabric Feelings then travel,
Glowing on an embellished paper.
A Writer’s Dream
Is his words echoing,
Forever with the Symphony,
Soothing the cosmos eternally.
A thread from his heart,
The marks which ever last,
Etched on a soul’s deepest core,
His words embellished on paper .
A Writer’s Dream
©2020 Piyush Singh
Death is stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “ die before you die”- and find that there is no death.
-Eckhart Tolle
What I have become, I don’t want to know anymore! I have been fed to all that I am not and I only came to know about that when I faced death.
I identified with my mind. I let it dwell on my fears which gave me sufferings and frustrations. It made me to shed tears for my past and worry for my future.
It stole my ‘now’. It overpowered me, I became its prey and it fed my life. I became my failures, my sufferings which lingered only in the past. It became my sense of self.
Who am I ? Just my failure or suffering ? No it can’t be true. I cannot be the figment of my mind, just a mere thought?
No I can’t let my smitten mind feed me. For that I have to die before I actually die.
I have to stop thinking, I have to come out of my unconscious self and cling on my heart beat which exist in the ‘now’. I have to breathe in my present and exhale my past.
This will kill my ego, my fear, my sufferings and all that is born out of my past and future.
My false self will die and my true self will emerge from the eternal now.
I am not the past and future , I am all that is happening right now !
Dreams splashed high above,
Life Glowed with the melting star,
Stored deep in heart .
Digging through keen eyes,
Divine Words caged deep within,
Unveiled with my tears.
Scattered on Palette,
Shadows fallen from my life,
Painted back to sky.
©2021 Piyush Singh
I was walking down the road
In the dead of the chilly night.
The road was desolate and dark,
Just me and my reflection in haze
I was about to end my search,
When the winds whispered behind
“What is it you seek restless soul?
Follow the cold in this deadly night”
I chased that wind that shook me,
The more I moved farther it went
Like I was lured towards a Ghost,
Whirling round and round inside me.
Then I chose to close my eyes,
Let it go and flow with the ghost.
It bothered me no more until it spoke,
“Open your eyes, welcome back to life“
©2021 Piyush Singh
The Perceptions Square 