The Dance of the Blue

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From the extreme chaos
Around a Yellow star
Dust and smoke
Churned with gravity

From afflictions to bliss
The life took shape
A rare miracle happened
With the birth of the blue

The Blue is still spinning
Dancing on the tune
Celebrating the bliss
Along with the moon


A dance in the wild
Around a yellow bonfire
Ignoring our sins
May Surpass our existence

©2020 Piyush Singh

A Deep Slumber

A nightmare stretching
Reality fading to illusion
Hopelessness taking a toll
On all the melancholic souls

Craving for a crack
To seep into a deep Slumber
Where the aching souls
Cleanse their burning core

May this ordeal
Squeeze in time
And when we wake up
We see the other side

©2020 Piyush Singh

A Writer’s Dream

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Words etched on a paper
Emotions sewed in space-time fabric
Feelings then travel
Glowing on an embellished paper

A Writer’s Dream
Is his words echoing
Forever with the Symphony
Soothing the cosmos eternally

A thread from his heart
The marks which ever last
Etched on a soul’s deepest core
His words embellished on paper

©2020 Piyush Singh

Flickering Light

Miles ahead
Through the pitch darkness
I focused hard
To see a flickering light.
A ray of hope
In a world, so doomed
I stumbled with bruises
To embrace that flickering light.
A distant dream
With darkened screams
A swamp, full of struggles
A tunnel to that flickering light.

©2020 Piyush Singh

Hold on to…

Hold on to
Your beautiful reveries.
This nightmare is melting
With your tears, Quenching.

Love may not exist
Without tearful loss
Life is an Adventure
Comfort is chaos

Surrender yourself
To the tune of cosmos
Whose every cataclysm
Is the beginning of order

©2020 Piyush Singh

A Distant Dream

Your First step outside
To a familiar realm
Like a forlorn child
In the womb
Ecstatic to be born again

A new world
Whose serene beauty
Warms and caress
Your restless face
And your tormented core

Yes you are
Enchanted towards
This Majestic nature
And being euphoric
To step outside again

©2020 Piyush Singh

Congestion Inside

Sick, suffocating
The world looks so gloomy
With the congestion inside

Am I seeing clear blue skies
And fresh air soothing
The creatures outside?

Maybe I’ve built a barrier
Hindering the winds
To cleanse my inside

©2020 Piyush Singh