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  • Akhand Singh is a writer by chance. He grew up in a small town Jabalpur, in Madhya Pradesh, India. He has a passion towards writing poetry, and short stories. He has written six short stories. And is making a debut with his book: The Slip Of Me this year.
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Iron Will

Standing under the scorching sun. Working to fulfill these dreams that were once young. Hard work comes with an iron will. The urge to prove and the failures to fill. Wrinkles and white hair are nothing but time. Time that has made life, a singing rhyme. Endless efforts and endless pains. Life has prospered even … Continue reading

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Our Love

Here I am, falling into these dreams. The dreams of passion and hope. Where with the winds we float, in the warmth of cold. In this wind, something is strange. We have only each other to blame. For something and everything you are, I m in love, in love that is ours. © An Empty … Continue reading

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Brand New

Strange year and strange days Funky funny fantastic life, the desire to be bold Here I am counting hours, its going to be brand new To the new year, new goals and to the new life Cheers. © An Empty Glass, 2019

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Life

Here we are, with another day of wondering. Wondering and wandering in the streets of unknowns. Thinking that we know it all.   Isn’t life that surprising ? Funny and strange. We think that we have time. We think that everything is under control. And boom, you hit the bottom again.   For what its … Continue reading

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Growing Old

Lost in an exhaustive worry of aging. Have you ever wondered, what does it mean to grow old? Is it the weariness or fatigue of bones. Or is it the stress of white hair out of context. Is it the endless struggle to not be lonely. Or is it the futile effort to conceal that you are scared. May be its none of it or may be all of it. But why care of a few wrinkles or a few struggles to breathe. Why care of the shedding leaves. Growing old is just a one big celebration. Walking into unknowns of so many variations. … Continue reading

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Holding On

Always, always its the same A hunger so desperate, but a crumb so thin The dire need to run on broken limbs Warmth of a few threads and strings Holding on to the humanity with crumbled dreams Why can’t it be simple A life of dream A life of sense Steps of hope and countless … Continue reading

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Empty Mind

Working on my empty mind Painting it red over the blue rhymes There is a burden of strangeness I guess I am still waiting for my time to come around There is pain but the joy of an year end New chapter and new start And here my time comes with a bang No regrets … Continue reading

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Change Is Inevitable

Change is necessary, it’s inevitable Not for the cause of one but for many It’s the only thing that really make sense The epitome of consistency What is life if not a change From a single cell to the flesh and the fangs Nothing but a deep connection Change is what makes us simple For … Continue reading

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Raging

Such a tiny world Tiny enough to grab in a simple stretch Yet we fight over riches Raging through the day and the night Its nothing but a fear of being lost Urging to fight, the fight which doesn’t exist.   © Akhand Singh, 2018 © An Empty Glass, 2018

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United

In a single moment, we have defined ourselves Questioning the very existence of our heart Circling to the core, the values, the culture, so apart Some say its a lost cause, some don’t care But who are we to worry about it Nothing but a fraction of sand Drifting from end to end, in this … Continue reading

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