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Persevering Night

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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 Reflections of Life

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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

A Writer’s Dream

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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 .

©2020 Piyush Singh

A Writer’s Dream

To Die before you Die

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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 !

Ghost of the night

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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

Two Strings attached

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Two strings fluttered
Aimlessly in the toxic mist.
Their existence meant nothing
Until they mingled and became one.

Churning desires tied together,
Melt slowly with the potion of love
Their love sparked amid chaos
And the hate trembled, turning to dust.

Their love flickered for a brief moment,
Showing the buds to blossom like them.
Tears rained when they vanished at last
Sowing their seeds in the bud’s heart !

©2021 Piyush Singh

Happy Valentine’s Day !

The pains of the path

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Far away from home,
Up on those roads,
Tread through the boulders,
Walk through the forest,
Where trees touch sky
And your breath seems to fly.

Up, on the snow,
Your feet refuse to slow,
Let them feel the rocks,
Let them climb on and on !

When you reach the gates,
You’re welcomed by icy gales,
The pains of the path,
Find its meaning at last,
When you sweat finally glows,
With the rays of the star !

©2021 Piyush Singh

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Finding my shore

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From the swamp of grief,
I push myself to the surface.
From the depth of hopelessness,
I aspire to light my courage !

It’s tough to push the load,
And the anxieties seem to grow.
Carrying the weight of expectations,
Trying to pull them to the shore !

My feet will never slow
Till I see my sparkling shore !
Though I’ve become blind
But my will lights the road !

©2021 Piyush Singh

Roads Untraveled

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Pleasures of the unknown,
Waiting for your first step.
Reveries lying on a dusty road,
Craves for your wanderlust!

Winds from the unknown,
Whispering their desire to tread,
To tread inside my heart and infuse
Pleasures they carry from billion souls!

The roads ahead are tough to tread,
But my heart and legs are ready to fret,
I crave to adorn bruises and scars
As I pursue pleasures of the path!

©2021 Piyush Singh