A Book’s Urge

Resting on a dusty shelf
Leading a life of a recluse
I am waiting for you
To uncover me and embrace

I’ve seen you come and go
Encapsulated in your struggles
Drenched and lost in your life’s web
Time has come to embrace me

In this state of Delirium
Pick me up and set me free
I will guide you towards light
I am your spiritual Ecstasy

Yes, don’t ignore me now
I am your delight, waiting
To be uncovered
On a dusty and humid shelf

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Circle – part 3

The Circle-part 1

The Circle-part 2

(Read the first and second part by clicking above)

The rain eased but the pain increased. My bloodied body seeked nothing but his last destination . As I swam, the cold water pushed me ahead towards a destination unknown. Then it felt like heaven, the sands in my hand. It felt like I reached the place I seeked. I reached an unknown island and pushed myself on the sand with my face down. I tried to lift my face and saw a tin shade a few yards away.

I slowly slithered on the sand and reached the tin shade. There was no one there. I thought about them and wondered if they would come back for me. I had nothing left but the last few seconds to think about my father, the most valuable memories of my life. I was loosing my senses.


I looked into the heavens, it cracked open. I saw an extremely illuminating light coming down from the sky and it landed on water. I was about to sleep. I was falling into a trance. I saw few people coming out of water towards me and they were wearing an enclosed helmet on their head. And then it clicked again, the memories came back. As those people came to rescue me and fixed me I got lost in my memories.


As I entered the room I saw a man crying tremendously for something. He was down on his knees with his hands soaked in blood . I came closer to see something which rocked me to my core. Lying in the pool of blood I saw their ghostly faces, the wife and the little son.

I thought, “What evil he has done, killed his own family?”

But his dejected face wanted to say something else. “Father why are you crying”, someone interrupted.

I looked up to see a young man with a knife, soaked in blood. He was the elder son of the man. The father, full of rage, grabbed his elder son’s face with his hands and screamed-

“I trusted you, what you have done! I loved you so much but you killed my heart and soul”.

The son replied, “I just wanted your love. You loved them so much and hardly cared about me which made me jealous. And so I eliminated them. “

The son looked delusional . The father became furious but when he looked at his son started crying

“ You sick, naive idiot! They were my life and now you have killed me rather than them. I am gonna kill you. “

He was totally engulfed with rage. Then he snatched the knife from his son and stabbed him many times. I was shocked to see that. Why the hell he did that? He had nothing to live for. The wrath of a vulnerable man finished everything beautiful in his life.

I came closer to the lifeless body of the elder son and observed something odd. There was no blood. Then I remembered, the son was Ali and of course we don’t have blood. We are machines, an AI powered humanoid robots.


My father always thought that his machine was perfect and it would not become corrupt with time like humans but he was wrong. The code was perfect but the time makes everything imperfect. It ages us, it grieves us, it corrupts us and finally kills us. And so Ali became corrupted with time. The loss of my creator’s family was beyond his capacity. He was broke, dejected and wanted to kill himself but he found a purpose. A second chance to achieve perfection in his invention. So he decided to create his third son. He longed for a family.


And so to achieve perfection, he built me, guided me, gave me his memories and his reflection. He also gave me his dreams. But to beat time from making me corrupt, he killed my clock. Every time I sleep, I loose memory of my past and start my day fresh. But my creator injected a code to keep the most valuable memories intact which I only remember for few minutes before I am about to sleep. It was a glitch, an imperfection to create perfection.


But the imperfections of humankind took a toll on planet earth. Man’s greed became his downfall. He induced global warming, burnt forests and did everything to destroy his home. So they were finally forced to find another home and they tried to built it on Mars. They started terraforming Mars and used every possible technology to make it quick but once again time beaten them. Just when the Mars started to become green with a patch of blue , the earth became red and the conditions were not enough for humans to live on Mars. So my father came to their rescue.

He knew that his generation may not survive but his invention may start the circle of life. He gave his technology to humanity. Many humanoid robots, powered by Artificial intelligence were created and sent to Mars. Their sole purpose was terraforming Mars and making it liveable for humans. My father fixed Ali and sent both of us to Mars. All of us were coded to stuck in a loop of time. We don’t remember our past after every sleep. We only had our most precious memories which we remember for few minutes before we slept.

But the code was deceived again and the machines started becoming corrupt following their loop for few times. But I was the exception. I was the only one who stayed uncorrupted in spite of living for 250 years on Mars. That glitch which helped me to remember my father and see his reflections, also helped me to achieve what he seeked. It game me conscience and every life I came across whether humans or machines developed compassion and empathy for every creation. But Ali was exception, his sins were terrible which needed even time’s assistance to become pure.

We don’t know what had happened to planet earth and the only humans I saw live in the orbit of the Mars. They occasionally come and help us in our endeavour to make Mars sustain life. They never spoke about earth. Maybe they told us but we are coded to keep only the most precious memories. For now, we are at the brink of creating life on Mars. We turned it from red to green and now from green to blue. Yes we made the oceans, a primordial soup to start life. We are the end and the beginning of the circle of life.

“Hey, wake up Akash! We fixed you and want to check you ”. I opened my eyes and saw humans looking at me, inside a closed room.

One of them asked, “Do you have your memories intact? “.

I replied, “Yes I have my precious memories. I hope you took care of my brother, Ali”.

They smiled and one of them replied, “You dubious machine! Do you still see your father’s reflection and hear his voice around you? “.

I was quite annoyed, “Yes I see and hear him but I want to know that my brother, Ali is safe. “.

Once again they smiled and the other one replied, “You think you are perfect. But perfection is nothing but a journey. You are pessimistic about time but the same time is trying to heal your wounds. You are not perfect just like Ali because my friend-“

He paused , “You are Ali. It is an evil part of you and your good code is trying to correct that glitch every time you wake up. So for now, time to sleep again. And yes thank you again for your work for Humankind”.

Then I heard an epiphany song and slept peacefully.

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Circle – part 2

The Circle-part 1

(Read the first part by clicking above)

I looked at my worried father incredulously. The familiar face with more wrinkles and white hair. He was grasping for breath and struggled to speak.

“Damn! That dream again. Forget it, make it quick. It has been raining profusely for the last 4 days. The entire area has been flooded. Ground floor is almost submerged in water. Dress up, there is a rescue boat outside. I am waiting for you there. “

I became paranoid, “It has been raining for 4 days?” My head was exploding, I woke up to another chaos. I quickly dressed up and searched for stairs only to find it completely submerged in water. I ran back to my room on the first floor and walked out of balcony.
It was dark and the rain was falling viciously from the hallowed, black clouds.

“Oh boy! It’s not looking to clear up for at least 4 more days.”

Then I observed the chaos in front of me. The rain had become a belligerent river and was flowing through the street. People were shouting, crying and asking for help.

“Is it our judgement day? Do humanity have to pay what it did to nature? Today is a perfect day for that repayment, that revenge! ”

A sudden lightning crashed through the apartment which broke my thoughts. “ C’mon son, it’s getting terrible “, my father interjected me.He was sitting in a rescue boat with 3 people. They were holding the railing of my balcony meticulously to make the boat stable in the vicious flow. I quickly boarded the boat which started flowing towards the south of the city.


I was wondering where we were going? It seemed like the whole world was under water. My father looked at me with a smile and said, “Stay calm, you are in a circle of life. Confront this bravely. “

I nodded but I knew it could be the end. It became a little brighter like early morning. I noticed a girl in our boat who was staring at me. “I am sorry, do I know you? “, I asked her.

She hesitated, “I have seen you somewhere. ”She was right, she looked familiar. But then we could be from the same locality. So why don’t I know her exactly?

My head started exploding again, an excruciating pain at the back of my head. I wanted to shout but I have to be brave and I felt the hand of my father at the back my head. We were shivering and clung to each other like our existence was dependent on each other.

We then reached an open area with no architecture around which gave an eerie feeling that we were in the middle of an ocean. We had nothing to see but the world around us totally under water. I wondered how much time it would take when one of us give up and loose his mind with no food, drinking water and shelter around.


Our eyes searched nothing but a tiny piece of land where our world could prosper again. And then it happened, one of us gave up. A man in front me started sobbing and screaming , “No one is coming to help us. We all gonna die slowly. No one is alive in this world to save us. “

He was inconsolable and three of us watched him in despair. We couldn’t agree more with him. We all became hopeless. He continued shouting ,”I can’t die slowly, please kill me right now. I want to end this misery quickly. “

He looked at me, grabbed my hand and started hitting himself with my hand. I pushed him aside and watched directly into his eyes. Those eyes looked familiar but I ignored and shouted at him, “If you want to die then why make me a murderer. Jump into the water. But I know you won’t because you are afraid. “

He looked down. I wanted to say more but we saw something in the dark. Another boat started tumbling towards us and for a moment we thought we had someone to share our grief. But instantly our hope faded, the people on the boat looked extremely worried. As their boat came nearer , we saw that their boat was wreaked and it was dangerously filled with water. As it got closer, we saw their ominous faces, ready to pounce on us in order to steal our only refuge.

At that instant, the helplessness of the man turned into evil. The man who few minutes ago wanted to take his own life became a predator. He took out a sharp knife from his pocket and jumped on our attackers. And then at that moment something changed, something clicked in my head and all that pain faded away with my despair turning into compassion. It seemed like I found my purpose. I shouted, “ Don’t Ali! Don’t kill them.” I jumped to save our attackers but by the time I reached their boat, Ali slit the throats of 2 of them and 2 were remaining.

After few seconds their boat was completely drowned. I somehow stopped Ali from killing the other two but he was not going to give up. We pushed each other, tumbled on each other inside the water. Ali shouted, “I found my purpose, you found it too but this time you have to die. “

Yes he was right, he tried to kill me before.

“Not so soon! I am their hope and their hope is my strength. I am not going to kill you, just leave them “, I replied.

I noticed our boat was getting away and so I signalled the other 2 in the water to board our boat. I told them, “Please board the boat in place of us and don’t fight because someone has sacrificed. “ They nodded and boarded the boat.

I saw the four of them sailing away. I wondered, “Four of them? Where is my father? Is he with me in the water?” I turned around and saw nothing. As soon as I turned back I saw Ali jumping full length in the air and pierced his knife deep inside my heart. I screamed, my pain became my feeling and my feeling became my pain. I still searched for my father but then I had to continue with my purpose and that time to survive.

I accumulated all my strength and somehow took out the knife from my heart. The pain brought back few memories. I tried to find Ali but he was gone. But how I came to know about him. I was trying to remember but the headache returned. I had to survive. I started swimming blindly and searched the familiar sand.

To be continued….

Read 3rd part – part 3

©2020 Piyush Singh

Book Review – An Absolutely Remarkable Thing

A very fast paced, emotional, gripping and thought provoking story written by Hank Green, brother of John Green. Probably that was the reason I bought this book but I ended up becoming a fan.

This book is so densely crafted like there is a whole new city inside a dream. There are puzzles to solve in that city which are at various locations, one of them is under the tile of a restaurant and it is very important to solve those puzzles because the whole world is dependent on that. You will be compelled to get sucked inside the imagination of the writer plus there is a twist in the end. Maybe a sequel is coming.

Fame comes with a lot of responsibility, it has the power to mould humanity. Protagonist, April May constantly fights with her inner turmoil and fears to create a meaning in this world by giving purpose to herself and humanity. Her struggles, her journey is so deeply written that you will fall in love with her in the end. This work of fiction is perfectly mixed with strong emotions and you will come across some enlightening quotes as well. On of them is-

We are each individuals, but the far greater thing is what we are together, and if that isn’t protected or cherished, we are headed to a bad place.

It is a perfect work of fiction which is equally touching. Overall a remarkable debut by this author!

A Letter To My Reader

Hello Friend, Life sometimes become very difficult to lead. When you are happy and things are going in your way, you want to enjoy every moment of it and you don’t want that moment to pass. But my dear friend, happiness is a very rare commodity which do not last eternally. Bad time will also come and will shake you from the inside very badly but you are not suppose to give up. One of the greatest Roman philosopher, Cicero had rightly said, “Whoever is brave is a man of great soul”. You should follow his words, you should learn from the words of greats, you should learn from the nature, the earth and the sky. You should be like water in difficult times and flow like a river on rough, and difficult path very smoothly. Like water, transform yourself into ice in extreme cold and in extreme summer, transform yourself into vapor to reach the sky and come back on earth in the form of rain to slake the thirst of livings. In short, you should learn to mould yourself according to the difficult situations like water and face every difficult situation with courage. You should learn to become tough like earth who had seen the worst days of her life, from being a ball of fire to a ball of ice but she never complained about that and at the same time she sacrificed every day to see you alive. My dear friend life is very short , do not panic in difficult times, face every difficulty with courage. Life is like a war and you are suppose to fight it till the end , till your last breath. So be a Warrior! “How well he fell asleep! Like some proud river, widening towards the sea, Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.” -Samuel .T. Coleridge with love and support, piyush

A New Beginning

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It has been one whole year, completely dry without a post.  It is like roaming around in a desert seeing nothing to get inspiration for writing. You become numb and you are not able to feel anything around you which a hopeful soul can see very easily. You are like stuck in between the scattered stars above you and the beautiful drops of water on the grass, shining below your eyes. These elements , these omens of nature are crying out for you to wake you up from this dreadful dream and make you embrace the mother nature once again who has never abandoned you. It is only you who had given up on her many times.

Your life is so full of reasons to ignore  everything  around you because most of the time you are involved in some kind of chase to achieve something which you have always dreamed of. If you are not able to achieve that ,you end up with nothing . You have given up everything to achieve that  personal goal and in the end you get nothing. This makes you numb and selfish and you are not able to see the world beyond you. Success never comes in your way all the time. You really need to continue with your hard work and at the same time connect yourself with others. Try to think beyond yourself, surrender yourself to the nature and it will automatically heal you and will guide you towards a happier path.

We should try to understand that heaven is not a place but a feeling when we do something for others . Writing is one such activity which is selfless . A writer always find one or the other way or reason to write and he is always hopeful. He is a selfless person and he inspires his readers, share their grief , help them to understand things and motivate them to move ahead in spite of many falls.

Words are like bones and flesh without life. A writer is an Alchemist who transform them, gives them life to bring changes in the life  of its readers.

I hope this year is going to be full of inspirational chapters for all of us because that is more important than the results or success !

A tale of sacrifice

There lived a restless soul
In the mist of time,
Who was in the quest of truth of life.
He started his journey
in the world of darkness,
in the world of sufferings
and in the world of ignorance.
He searched for glory
and searched for signs,
But he struggled to find
the eternal sunshine.
All hopes were fainting,
all joy was lost
And he waited for the miracle
from the sky above.
Then a light came
from a sage, he met.
The truth is felicity
in doing for others,
The victory is Karma
and not in its result,
The felony is idleness
and not endeavours,
The truth is perseverance,
the sage said.
He took the light
and decided to spread,
And he washed the miseries
and pain of others.
He rose and fell
but never got success,
But his joy was Karma
and not its result.
One day he faced
the question of life,
Either to save the life
or to live with regret?
A decision to make
that no one would forget!
Then a warrior rose
to show the world,
To live for others
and to die for others,
Is the ultimate goal
and the joy of soul.
At the brink of death,
he got the glimpse of past,
It was the glorious life
which he got at last.
And then he perished saving a life ,
Finding peace in grave ,
and content below,
Making pride and honour his pillow.
In time , people will praise
his act of sacrifice,
his act of Karma
and his act of divine.
He sacrificed his life to give life,
But people made him immortal by telling-

A tale of sacrifice…..

© 2015 Piyush Singh