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Piyush Kaushal Poem
Is this about the refuge life,
Leaking the essentials of being submissive…
Or shall the death defy your conscience
In being a human
Imagine the world without eyes
That sans a tiger, a cuckoo, and humanity
Kill the trees, dethrone the kings of jungle
For it seems the idea of thy existence
And now shall thou laugh,
Splintering the grins of progress
A time shall come
even thy smile will be pungent
“I wish” reiterates itself
In an infinite loop
To the screams and knuckles
Of a blemished self-indulgence
Your sanity goes beneath the surface
So does thy shelter
Thy mother nature you seek’d to conform,
To captivate and disassemble
The one that thou sought as a humble alimony
Comes back to seek the answers of questions that were long forlorn
And you’re numb for thy dumbness
so hapless you are
Here goes the world in tatters of pride
and you wait for thy death
lips closed and eyes open wide….
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew
Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step
Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother’s lap
Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope
Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity
Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes
Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace
Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions
Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends
Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn
Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds
Beauty is in the silence,
When you don’t speak, and you say a lot
Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover
Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy
Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek
Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world’s showing off
Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything’s certain
Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose
Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows
Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath
Beauty is when you say,
“What a Beauty-Full Life...”
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
Karvatein leti raaton ke,
Khwahishon bhare faasle
Samay se choote hue chaahat ke
Zehmaton ke wo faasle
Oat leti salvaton ke
Gungunaate hue faasle
Zubaan pe ladhkhadate hue pyaar ke
Ikraar ke wo faasle
Chand ke aur chandni ke
Roshni bhare wo faasle
Wo ulfat ke dhuon me
Dil jalaate hue faasle
Nahakar paak lafzon me
Ilm-e-jehan ke wo faasle
Simat ke hoton pe
Siharti saans ke wo faasle
zindagi ke parwaan par
kabhi na khatm hotey faasle
tere aur mere aur
hamaare wo faasle
Wo faasle…
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
He stood alone on the hill,
through dusk to dawn
His roots dug deep,
deeper into thoughts
Thoughts of sunlight,
and the rays of hope
For his progenitors,
for the leaves, the branches
Thoughts of monsoon,
when summers pinched
And of winters,
When rains soaked his tears
He was always thinking,
for he was The Oak Tree
He was proud of the leaves,
that spawned his shadow
He endowed branches,
that unified his euphoria
The roots were his strength,
his indelible self
The only hope,
that touched his revere
He always loved them,
for he was The Oak Tree
He braved ages,
and the swindling time
He fought the storm,
the drought and the quivers
To strangers he bore resilience,
a resilience against the blistering swelter
He was always like this,
for he was The Oak Tree
His leaves changed color,
much like the weather
The branches tore his skin,
he wanted them to brave his age
Deserted he stood,
with his shadow
For his good days,
for leaves and birds and greenery
He always waited,
for he was The Oak Tree
There was a friend, a brother
a father, and a lover
for there was “The Oak Tree…”
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
The colloquial era of distorted sights
The enigma of thoughts and prejudiced plights
Betraying silence with elevated subterfuge
The sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky
Panorama of an entity and a soliloquy
The Ultimatum
The night that shines through,
The day withering alibis
The petals of nascent emotions
The wrecked laughs and the intellect cries
The hallucinations of cerebellum intensifies
The sodomized senses, the actuarial lenses
Calculate the mystery of plundering breath
The denial of existence
And the existence of departed
The annals of history take a frontier thy
When you feel death
Resurgence cramps in
Carrying away the cold and dry….
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
In deep thoughts, my eyes are closed
Mind numb to the people around
The wall hugs my back,
A blanket of heaviness on my heart
What will it be, how will things happen
The circumvent whirl of questions
I put out all prayers
Take note of all Gods I know
I remember Shiva and the Gharib Nawaaz
I recite Gurbani and murmur Jesus Christ
I sense a strange smell,
I hear a cry
The door is pulled back
A veil of apprehension makes way
Her eyes are blank,
I try to read emotions
She takes a profound breath,
her lips pour those everlasting words
“It’s a Baby Girl”
It’s my second life
There is a renaissance of bliss
Of a feeling that had never been
An angel rests in my arms
a tear rolls down my cheek
Two little hands to hold,
A pure smile to devour
The eyes of her mother,
The lips of her father
I thank all my Gods
I embrace my second life…
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
It’s a moonlit night
The stars sewn in a necklace
Yawning with their mouth open
Spilling the lights around
I spread my arms on the chair
Wanting to hug the warm night
The darkness of sky that I inhale
Lights up a corner of my soul
Somewhere, down there
there’s a mystifying silence
That echoes like ripples in the water
And spreads like the shadow of my dreams
The moon is blank, yet full of visions
I pick each vision and untie the knot
They look familiar, as if always were a part of me
There are some I wrap, to cherish later
My eyes pull the curtain,
And my nerves are smoothened
I see a moonlit night
The stars sewn in a necklace
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
I ask if I should ignore my existence
Like I do everyday, everywhere
Should I breath incessantly
The hopes of a commune
My life being the sarcasm of
A dismantled, lifeless mirror
Should I collect the morsels
of a scattered self
wonder if I have the courage
of being an indigenous spirit
My distilled dreams limp to caress
the wounded aspirations of a SELF
The aspirations of a boundless sea
A sea of words and of thoughts
Of a world that I do not entertain
Of an enigma I am too busy to be certain of
The strings of my name,
Strangle “me” till my poise succumbs
I ask, MAY I!
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A flickering hope in despondency,
like a rebellious flare in the womb of a storm,
and the afflicting Déjà vu of failure,
pulling thy across the lines of anticipate…
The lightning strikes a chord,
with the strings of despair and anguish
while thou navigate the conscience
To the beats of an effervescent life…
The thoughts break autumn’s monotony,
to the resplendent light of springs
and the blossoms meet cacophony…
Just like a dewdrop kissing the earth,
the touch of whose makes the hoarse periphery,
a delight to walk on…
Just like the sun oozing out of his siesta
from the deep blue sea…
The insight outshines thy desire,
and thou command an enigma of sanguinity…
The naked half-moon exposing
its shining bare skin,
across the bed sheet of clouds
and the stammering gloom of night…
The darkness makes the shine more affluent,
like happiness leaping amidst a masquerade of gloom…
A hope is more than
a few fluttered words
it is the fortitude of forbidden times,
and the reformation of finesse…
a hope is more than just “A Hope“
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Piyush Kaushal Poem
Life is about Happiness, Enjoy It
Life is about Difficulties, Face It
Life is a Blessing, Accept it
Life is a curse, Dodge It
Life is a Child, Pamper It
Life is an Obstacle, Hamper it
life is a child, Pamper it
Life is LOVE, Feel It
Life is a Wound, Heal It
Life is ME, Life is YOU
Life is a Bluff, Life is True
Life is Kudos, Life is a Critic
Life is an Attitude, Life is a Pity
Life is Obvious, Life is a Satire
Life is Purity, Life is a Felony
Life is Soul, Life is Heart
Life is an aspiration, life is a dart
When the waves of life pulls you through
Sail across like a frenzied sailor
Enjoy the sunrise, and the sunset,
The rainbow and the deep blue sea
Embrace the starlit night
Fluctuating the darkness
Accumulate the enigma of thoughts
Decoding melancholy restraints
Allow yourself to unnerve
Love life and caress it…
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