Panting and sweating
Against the towering hill
Persisting till pinnacle
Keep your will
By your side
Because every breath
Would feel suicide
Pleasure of life
Is your courage, uphill
Winning is happiness
And losing is contentment
©2020 Piyush Singh
Got wet in the Mist of time
The pages became yellow
Flipping through the phases of life
All Soaked in emotions
Love, Loss and Passion
The Diary of an old man
©2020 Piyush Singh
The moons revolve around planets, the planets revolve around the sun, the sun revolves around the massive black hole in the centre of our galaxy and our galaxy revolves around other galaxies. Everything in the universe is connected , all depend on each other for their survival and continuosly look for reasons or insipirations from their surroundings to thrive. Maybe that’s how the life suppose to be, the continuous struggle to motivate and inspire yourself to be happy!
If you are breathing, you got to find some goal , otherwise there is no reason of all this. Sometimes it is tough to do that but it is the only way forward. You got to remember one thing in life that it is imperfect. All the negative elements- dejection , frustation, defeats, losses, apathy, sufferings do not last forever. Infact these experiences just increase the taste of happiness when you finally…
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Selfless love seaps
Through the darkest pores
To reach the forbidden source
Fearless love revolts
Against the belligerent barrier
To save the one which it loves most
Unconditional love stands
Forever through the test of time
Against headwind or clear sunshine.
©2020 Piyush Singh
Once more entering
The bright sunshine
One more chapter etched
Into the book of time
Once more embracing
The beauty of life’s glow
Once more looking for
Opportunities to grow.
©2020 Piyush Singh
We are the
Puppets of unknown Divine
Our strings are attached
To space and time
Our existence is
Just a blink of moment
Just a tiny component
Of the infinite cosmos
Our lives are
Like a beautiful sunshine
In the chaotic
And dark universe
We are born
In a pandemonium
Of stars and planets
One dies and the other is born.
©2020 Piyush Singh
It’s difficult
To handle the
Load of expectations
It’s tiring
To push yourself
Harder through the crowd
It’s frustrating
To fail again and again
Throughout your endeavours
It’s painful
To finally give up
With your efforts go in vain
It’s extremely hard
To accept the life
The way it is
Because Life is a struggle
And to struggle
Is Life.
©2020 Piyush Singh
It is a wish
Of an ailing body
Felicity is nothing
But renouncing everybody
But its misery is
Missing somebody
But the pain
Is beyond its capacity
It is a dilemma
Of that ailing soul
You loose in both
Whether you die or live more
But to live
Is to shed your tears
And your heart knows
Nothing but fears
To die with peace
Is the desire
Of that being
Mourning is just
A moment that will squeeze
So it decided
To say good bye
The memories stays
But the body
Bids final good bye
(in the memory of my mother)
©2020 Piyush Singh
The agony of failures, the misery of a failed man is extremely hard to comprehend. After many failures, he gains nothing but pessimism and frustration. It is very difficult to get out of that jail and start fresh.
You try to lift yourself up again. You try to be optimistic about your failures and you can only do that by constantly looking for ways or things to inspire yourself. You try to persuade yourself that this time you will get.
If you fail again, then what?
It is quite human that after years of failures you loose hope, you loose energy or motivation to start again. You think that you have fallen into the deepest pit. That is the hardest place to get out of.
But you have to live and for that you must try to stand up, again. You will be hit hard with those punches life throws at you but you have to survive. You have to try to motivate yourself.
But how to motivate yourself?
Maybe, failures are nothing but a state of mind. It could be a tiny ripple in the mighty ocean. You should try to live your life by doing things you love most, your hobby (or create a hobby). Sometimes you loose your way and forget about the things you love most. It is time to get back to that. The secret of happiness is something to do.
Write, sing, play guitar or do whatever you love to do. I bet, you will find solace in That. When it comes to me, writing soothes me, music heals me.
Life is a long journey. Let’s complete this journey together by making connections. This is the right path towards happiness and contentment.
Stay happy, readers!
O mighty mountain
You are so cold
But your icy breeze
Blessed by life and soul
O misty mountain
You are so static
But your aura
Is so emphatic
Stand tall like a mountain
Against the fierce gale
Persevere like a mountain
Against belligerent snow and rain
The Perceptions Square 