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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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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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Silently Screaming

A few wolves, a few fox Life is running in circles Something I was, something I used to be In this moment, where is that memory ? A glimpse of the future, but stuck with the lore of past Silently screaming, my mind, my heart and my beliefs Wanting something so bad, if its only … Continue reading

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Tale

Thinking of what of us will become All I will ever ask, isn’t it a miracle of how far we’ve come ? Long days turning into nights We had the world against us, yet our love sufficed There is this comfort in this moment That we are nothing but a short tale of emotions Drifting … Continue reading

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A New Adventure

Lay waste to those weary days In the past they have already submerged Few more steps and there is a new future A light waiting for you to digress There is nothing wrong in digressing In-fact its a beginning of a new adventure.   © Akhand Singh, 2017 © An Empty Glass, 2017  

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Working Hard

I haven’t been this strange in ages Thinking about the minuscule possibilities Round and round with the chain saw Cutting, chopping, shaping the edges Working my way up, the hard life Embracing the struggle as integral And thinking of what else, what else is left to do. © Akhand Singh, 2017 © An Empty Glass, … Continue reading

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Steps

Have you ever retraced your steps ? Going to the north and then to the south Turning to the west and may be to the east And then pausing, shrugging with confusion Forgetting what you were doing, coming to ease Thinking about the time you first kissed Then walking into the memory of your first … Continue reading

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