Persevering Night

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

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

To Die before you Die

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 !

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

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

What you have forgotten ?

What you have forgotten ?

Your deep inner self which resides in your consciousness, your true identity, which can only be accessed by the stillness of your mind .

What is stillness of mind?

By Stillness of mind, I mean when you are not thinking about the future or the past. In fact the process of thinking itself is not being in the present ,where your heart beats with every passing second.

Life is ‘now’ and you are not the slave of your mind. The reason behind most sufferings or grief is your mind. It makes you think , makes you accomplish things but at the same time it controls you to look for more wealth, exploit things before finally exploiting yourself.

How our thoughts affect us ?

If you can’t stop thinking about material things or can’t control your thoughts then you are surely enslaved by your mind. Most of us are slaves. And that’s why we struggle to find inner peace, happiness and even struggle to find the meaning of our existence.

Enlightened are those who can feel life right in the present without thinking too much about it.

Just try to find a moment for yourself , focus on your breathing, declutter your mind from all thoughts, feel the moment residing in the eternal now, the oneness ,yes right there your existence lies, your true identity.

A boulevard of sufferings

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A boulevard of worldly sufferings
I chose to stroll at twilight.
A jobless peasant sulking with
Only adversity in belly at roadside !

This boulevard is flooded with tears,
I failed to cleanse with moonlight.
the deafening cries of a mother
Who fails to feed her poor child !

This boulevard of trembling souls,
The victims of apathetic affluence.
The heartless fortunate capitalists
Who ignored them on the road !

This boulevard of cracking bones,
The skeletal remains of humankind.
I tread through this rubble of sickness,
Succumbing to blows of immoral kinds !

©2020 Piyush Singh

Blooming thoughts

A man has at least one weakness inside him. But we consider that one weakness as the center of our lives and cling on to that until we lose all sense of self belief .

It takes a mountain of courage and an ocean full of wisdom to be contented with your weakness or to surpass that through your relentless efforts.

Both the options can lead you in the positive direction but it depends on how you perceive success since we are so obsessed with success !

Our limitations should never suppress us but it should push us even harder to achieve more than we could ever achieve.

But if we fail after all those efforts, then our heart should be wise enough to embrace contentment.
After all in the end contentment is our last Solace, it is our last resort !

In contentment ,we find our strength, in contentment we embrace our final wisdom !

Embellished Sky

I can hear the silent murmur
Under this nebulous sky.
So much to forget till December
So less to cherish till I die !

Amorphous dreams dragging
With it’s last remaining hopes.
Where’s my internal Rhapsody ,
Where’s the splendor of my soul ?

O my serene, embellished heavens!
Give me the vigor to break barriers,
Rain on me with your healing bliss
And help me to fly even higher !

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Fumes

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You wish to venture out,
Out in the valley of love and hope.
But what you inhale
Is the toxic fume of hate !

You wish to see those
Welling eyes, the eyes welling
With compassion and faith.
But those eyes, induce fires of rage !

My dreams are burning
Our world is getting choked.
There’s a drought in our valley,
The valley we dream to grow !

©2020 Piyush Singh

Hate knows nothing but Chaos ,

Kindness knows nothing but love and order !