I'm searching for...

For an unforgettable Love

it is bad memory that I’m searching for

For a Dream unreachable

I’ve will but it is the way

that I’m searching for

For the fear of unknown

it is courage that I’m searching for

For every curse showered on me

it is blessing that I’m searching for

For the innocence lost

it is naivety that I’m searching for

For the precious ones I’ve lost

it is a substitute that I’m searching for

For the poison uttered
it is forgiveness that I'm searching for

No doubt, my search is big

but once achieved,

my soul will be at ease..
A place to retire,
would my body be then searching for...

©Rahul Singh

Questions Unanswered!

Why did we in this world cometh?

Why work hard if destiny subsists?

If Pride is a transgress

then how to rejoice the things accomplished?

Love isn’t the cup of tea for young,

lust is forbidden.

Then in whose arms of superintendence

should the young be?

In this world of wealth

greed is the only need

If greed here persists,

in hell after life exists

My conscience adjures-

think of the known and be greedy

or fear the unknown

and be always the one people call ‘needy’?

Why did we in this world cometh

and if we did why with nous?

For mankind, this is the greatest among flaws..

Why did we in this world cometh

with answers unanswered

like in a war, unarmoured!

-©Rahul Singh

Season of Love!

On one monsoonal day,

I entered the suburb;

bits of water floating in the air,

brushing my cheeks,

moving to grave.

But in the mean time,

they do some good,

that no one can,

revive my mood.

Water cluttering the ground,

i love that noise,

kids carrying umbrella,

i love human turning tortoise,

i was relishing my way,

in the eon of drizzles,

in came a moment,

that made my day;

She was walking to me,

her curves unveiled,

through the pall,

the monsoon had drenched her all,

the ecstasy in me had seized it all,

now the monsoon was looking pall,

but it din't let those drops loose their charm,

lucky were those, those drops,

that her body was kissing,

may be i cud live the moment,

those drops were living.

- ©Satyam Agrawal

Psyche!!

I am immortal,

have no day reserved to die,

I am within you,

can't be found even by FBI;

nor I can see,

ain't have a heart,

but I am the emotion,

for pain by every dart,

you love me more,

more than your part,

just because,

I am the soul of your heart,

I make you live,

I make you last,

I made no commitments,

with your body,

and I am not your part;

Will leave you a day,

to catch another prey,

as your body gets worse,

for me to stay,

I don't say sorry,

I have no name,

I live for no destiny,

not for fame,

truly my life has no aim,

I still don't suffer,

in this game,

and my existence is no vain;

I have no size,

nor have a shape,

neither was I  born in some cave(womb),

between these no's,

lies a big yes,

I am something,

Graves don’t have!!

©SATYAM AGRAWAL

Hourglass called LIFE!

Sand dune of grains finite

to nothingness, emptiness

from full to half, and to nil

it transforms with time

can be seen decreasing

decreasing to fill the other half beneath

decreasing from mortality

and transforming to

stillness, immorality.

The grains, as if incidents of life

pass through, a single one at a time,

through a thin opening, ageing.

Even the opening takes a sigh

and silence, stillness prevails.

-©Rahul Singh