The pains of the path

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

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

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

On the Ridge

Up above on the icy ridge,
I struggle through icy winds,
My boots strike white adversity,
My breath climbs against me !

Up above, on that icy ridge,
Memories dip in sweat and tears.
Egos fall with each heavy step,
And the heart craves divine summit !

Up above, near the light,
I exhale my soul’s pitch darkness.
I lose myself to the divine voices,
I birth again with mighty mountains !

©2021 Piyush Singh

Near the Star

The perils I taste,
The icy gales I breathe,
All the pains I go through
To seek the abode of happiness!

What is it my heart seeks?
And why I exist in this chaos?
All the questions I try to find,
Up above, on the mountains !

Out in the wilderness of life,
I try to push against headwinds.
I tumble and fall on those slopes,
I try to feel divine through pain!

Up above , near the star,
Where my sweat shined,
My tears twinkled with ice
And my soul became Divine !

©2021 Piyush Singh

The Mountains Calling

Stuck in a hazy nightmare,
Lost in an urban illusion,
Craving to get my breath,
Back from the land above !

A faint whisper wakes me,
From an urban slumber.
Holds my face and echoes
“Come to me in the land of Gods

O powerless soul! wake up,
Free yourself from this muddle,
The mess that pollutes ,
Is created by you !

O powerless soul! Come
To me and see my greatness,
How wrong you are
How minute you are !

The life which you live
Is full of greed , is so futile !
Climb, sweat and feel the pain.
Come, breathe, see the light with me !

©2020 Piyush Singh

When a Star Rains

Sneaking from the Heavens,
Showering bliss on the mortals,
How on earth it rained with snow,
Like the Gods migrated to my soul !

Darkness receded to a hole,
Tears dried under it’s showers,
How it burns to quench me,
As if I took birth thousand times !

O my lovely star ,
You healed me the moment
You came out of the shadows
And rained on me !

©2020 Piyush Singh

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A Small Spark

A tiny glow in the dark,
Shivering with the cold wind.
Tormented, scared to surrender !

A struggling ray in the dark
Dented and stabbed to limp
Trembles by holding his heart !

A tiny will in the dark,
Waging a war with his broken sword
Tries to vanish an army of dark!

A fading spark in the dark
Ignites the hopes in the grave,
Before it sleeps in glorious past !

©2020 Piyush Singh

A Breathing Story

A phenomenon
we can’t explain,
A complex puzzle
governed by no laws,
Lying in a minute
corner of milky way,
A tiny spectacle
twinkling with delight,
The precious , shimmering
The story of our lives !

Written in the fabric
Of space and time,
A mural sketched
In the vast breathing cosmos,
Beating hard inside
The womb of chaos,
Our precious jewel,
The breathing
Story of our lives !

©2020 Piyush Singh