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
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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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
In This Night
And here in this night The night of silence I am lost, lost in your arms Trying to find our home Sometimes walking away Sometimes walking towards How is this not a miracle? The beauty of weirdness For love was really nothing If it wasn’t for you and me The glorious rides, the magical fights … Continue reading
If It Matters
Live the life that you dreamt of With wide open eyes and a heart Surrounded by love and honest gestures There is nothing right or wrong But a smile that possibly makes a song You are what you were You are what you can always be Past is gone and so will come the future Forget … Continue reading
Do you see ?
In love is there a world you see? Like a life swinging on, sitting beside a tree Steadily breathing and embracing the glee Do you feel young; do you see that you are free? Love is the only dream that keeps waking me What is it to you? What in the world in me you … Continue reading
Bonfire of our Hearts
Every night I gaze at the stars The glittering joys, the bon-fire of our hearts Together we are the one heart of life Humming the romance of our glorious rides The glittering candles the soulful perfume Embrace this moment this is our zoom © Akhand Singh, 2016 © An Empty Glass, 2016
Little Things
It’s the little things that matters Few curls of sweetness and a simple smile Then an imaginary tongue and the words polite It’s beautiful, the chemical infusion of happiness A glass of red wine and the stars aligned While you place your self into the rhyme Dancing with the circle of glowing eyes And smiling at … Continue reading
Making Sense
In this world, where we are Nothing but some tiny art Thinking and counting stars Where ever and whatever we are We don’t care about the scars When we are being dragged apart Into the abyss of broken hearts We are dreaming back to the start. © Akhand Singh, 2016 © An Empty Glass, 2016
Harbinger of Joy
The eyes have been a mystery for years and to answer all the questions it was amazing, how you used them without any fears Sometimes with a single word and sometimes with silence You always formed my integral part being my everlasting quintessenceThe harbinger of joy and the herald of care My lady, you’ve driven … Continue reading
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