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. © Akhand Singh, … 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. © Akhand Singh, 2019 © 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 worth, it’s … 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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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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Love Song

It’s cold out here, a winter not like before And I am just looking at you Thinking how I did not have you afore Isn’t life a surprise A beautiful charm, miracle waiting to happen Some say it’s love, some says its a stupid emotion I am not confused, I know what it is In your … Continue reading

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Start Again

In the urge to understand your heart I drifted to this empty bottle and this pain Looking for something I did not follow I sink into this depth, the heart of hollow Would you save me ? Do you know, I like my past and my sins Like nothing that ever made sense So can … Continue reading

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Fickleness

In this moment, the moment of confusion There is this world on my palm Fragile and conserved. I waive my hand to this abyss And I wonder if there is someone as little as me on this earth Was I supposed to be this confused A little reckless and recluse How am I stuck here … Continue reading

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Sledged

If only we were similar, you and me I would think of a better world And in this moment of disparity I would be something else than the dirt Here to the world listening to us I have a question, question I must What are we? Bones, flesh or a soul? Twisted? Corrupted? Insanely bold? … Continue reading

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Iron Bar

I feel the heat, the melting of my flesh And here I am, in the furnace burning my fears For what life is worth, I am still alive, I am still here I am happy now, escaping my shadows Realizing the its over, that I am done drinking my sorrows And from here life is … Continue reading

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