Travelling Thoughts

It is true
They can travel
Faster than light
Through different dimensions
From moon to stars
From Man to God
It is true
These thoughts
Can wage a war
Or can heal a scar
These thoughts
Are immortal
Will remain through time
Might still travel
After the death of time
These thoughts are
The work of man
The gift of divine
Should be used for goodness
And for building life

©2020 Piyush Singh

How Far?

My race against time
Knocked down thrice
Recovered to reignite
How far I can go?

My test against time
I must not resign
My will is sublime
How far I can go?

Far enough
You can’t imagine
My flight firing sky
Mighty gravity I will defy!

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Climb Uphill

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

Those Words

Those words
Pierce through your chest
Take a holy dip
In your blood
Shakes your heart
And then your inner Soul

Those words
Travel through the desert
Flow on cool breeze in the oasis
Cleanses your inner core
Brushes your eyes
Comes out through tears


Those words are
Love, Compassion and Humility!

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Diary of an old man

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 Faithful

Faithful
These strings
Will never get loose
Stronger than
Me and you
This love is
Firm and flawless
Bond tied with
Blood and sacrifice
So much love
That you will confuse
I am animal
Or he is Human

©2020 Piyush Singh

Religion Weeps

When time began
In the moment after creation
Earth was barren
And was in dark desolation

Then the Glory of God
Began with his compassion
He introduced his son
And humanity with Religion

But the humanity’s creed
Became his Greed
And he became blind
In the shadow of the dark

Epiphany of religion
Forgotten with time
Humanity killed himself
With his ignorance of light

Now Religion is weeping
With the corps of his son
Humanity is motionless
On the barren land

©2020 Piyush Singh