Arrow of time
Pushing us forward to chaos
Our order is melting
With increasing disorder
Aging is difficult
With fears capturing our mind
A man becomes pessimist
With the ticking of clock
This is the law of nature
Law of science
Every system is bound
To collapse or Die
But we have the power
To delay this demon
With firing our love
And Cleansing with compassion
©2020 Piyush Singh
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.
I woke one day
Got ready for the play
It was a day of exam,
for which I studied,
Spelling Chanakya’s chant.
Father said, keep your mind cool,
I said to my fingers, save me today,
You wisest fool!
When I finally saw the paper,
My worries started growing, skyscraper!
I tried to think, I tried to sail,
But soon I became,
From alpha to beta male.
I was surrounded by darkest sunshine
But my worries, still refused to decline.
The paper was clearly, misunderstood.
But my fingers said, I could.
Somehow I manage
To finish the paper.
But It was the work of my fingers,
And only work of my maker
Later that evening,
I strummed my guitar,
And my fingers moved
Like a smooth car.
Life is like a bitter truth
You do something crazy, Something good.
In the morning
I was like a living dead,
Later with my guitar,
My fingers played with my divine head.
The Perceptions Square 