Is this the End ?

The End of the world? Surely not !
The end of 2020? Oh yes, hell it is !
The end of all woes? Hmmmm….
Maybe..

I am sure when the writer wrote our world he didn’t want to get bored. He wrote vicissitudes to get entertainment. So why not the actors (we of course but quite dedicated ones) enjoy the show as well! It’s tough but not impossible.

Without a doubt I can say that we have ventured out of our script , contrived a more complicated mess and surprised even our creator, our writer ( I don’t know about his intentions but he definitely wants a better ending).

So what’s going to happen in the near future ?

Well, we know our future to a great extent and we also know that we have to change that to undo all the mess we have already created !

Love , empathy , compassion is the only way forward. We have fallen, lost our people , lost everything in between but we always have to remember one thing, our beginning .

Against all odds, one very rare incident took place on this planet, the beginning of life. It is the biggest success of all times and every thing after that is bonus for us.

So just try to play your part, enjoy this life, protect this planet and follow the path which ensures happiness of every one !


Happy New Year !

The Mountains Calling

Stuck in a hazy nightmare,
Lost in an urban illusion,
Craving to get my breath,
Back from the land above !

A faint whisper wakes me,
From an urban slumber.
Holds my face and echoes
“Come to me in the land of Gods

O powerless soul! wake up,
Free yourself from this muddle,
The mess that pollutes ,
Is created by you !

O powerless soul! Come
To me and see my greatness,
How wrong you are
How minute you are !

The life which you live
Is full of greed , is so futile !
Climb, sweat and feel the pain.
Come, breathe, see the light with me !

©2020 Piyush Singh

When a Star Rains

Sneaking from the Heavens,
Showering bliss on the mortals,
How on earth it rained with snow,
Like the Gods migrated to my soul !

Darkness receded to a hole,
Tears dried under it’s showers,
How it burns to quench me,
As if I took birth thousand times !

O my lovely star ,
You healed me the moment
You came out of the shadows
And rained on me !

©2020 Piyush Singh

Merry Christmas 🎄

A Small Spark

A tiny glow in the dark,
Shivering with the cold wind.
Tormented, scared to surrender !

A struggling ray in the dark
Dented and stabbed to limp
Trembles by holding his heart !

A tiny will in the dark,
Waging a war with his broken sword
Tries to vanish an army of dark!

A fading spark in the dark
Ignites the hopes in the grave,
Before it sleeps in glorious past !

©2020 Piyush Singh

Who are You ?

Desire, hope , expectations and aspirations are the driving forces of human civilization.

If someone asks ,”who are you ?” What will be your answer?

After contemplating it for few seconds you will get to know that your desire or aspiration is your description. Your success or failure in pursuit of your desire becomes your description or rather your identity.

Many people die continuously from within but they aren’t able to kill their desires. Their desires drive them like a prey lured towards a trap.

But in the womb of the same desires there is also a light of knowledge or enlightenment, how?

When our desires stay incomplete or fall apart we open ourselves completely for the light to enter our hearts. When we have nothing to lose but to gain from the mistakes and look at the bigger picture. It is difficult to be a loser but the loser is the one who becomes an excellent teacher.

He knows the bigger picture, he knows that life doesn’t end where your desire ends, he knows there is more to gain after every failure !

And he definitely knows what his true identity is !

A Breathing Story

A phenomenon
we can’t explain,
A complex puzzle
governed by no laws,
Lying in a minute
corner of milky way,
A tiny spectacle
twinkling with delight,
The precious , shimmering
The story of our lives !

Written in the fabric
Of space and time,
A mural sketched
In the vast breathing cosmos,
Beating hard inside
The womb of chaos,
Our precious jewel,
The breathing
Story of our lives !

©2020 Piyush Singh

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