She faded
She vanished
She disappeared
In her doubts
In her laments
In her excuses
In her silence
In her defences
In her uncertainties
In her apprehensions
In her unanswered questions
In truths painted with Lies
In the rights and wrongs
In do's and don'ts
And she runs away
In the calmness of her soul
In herself
In the unheard voices, stillness for?
Was she living?
© ERA SINGH
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I wish life to be like a movie
Movie with a perfect ending
Everything we aspired, Everything we desired
The reality of life wishes
Hopes of unhoped, Undied faith within
But alas! It's all in the fiction
Can't be done undone, Can't be controlled
The hidden fallout, The unseen effect
The unknown excursion, The invisible being
Unfulfilled dreams, Discontented trance
Untold stories, unsaid muses
Maybe that is how life movies unfold
With no perfect climax
Climax wished or unwished
Happiness blended with melancholy
Like a coffee, bitter-sweet.
©ERA SINGH
What I like about fiction is that its ending depends on the writer, how he wants to write its climax, happy, sad, or whatever. But our life, our those untold stories, our those endings we don’t know, is always hidden in the womb of the future. Sometimes we wish them, sometimes unexpected ones. Vary experiences, varied emotions, various expectations, but do intentions count? How do you count on them? Are these for our best, maybe or maybe not? How are your adventures? Do you like this bittersweet coffee of yours?
FROM THE WRITER-
Hey, I hope you all will be doing great. Sorry for being out of here for such a long time as my work and some life happenings do not allow me with the time to come here and read all the wonderful blogs out there or to write, have written this after a long time, don’t know how it turns out to be but from now on, I will try to be regular as much as possible. And a very big thank you for all of you, for always being there and forever understanding.
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She was in her cocoon
A little caterpillar
Waiting to be molded
In beautiful butterfly
Delicate yet robust
And when that day arrives
She files to zeniths
Glides in gardens
Nurturing a new world
From one place to another
Spreading happiness and joy
The fragrance of flowers blooms more
Her colorful wings glisten
Magnificent she seems
Just like a fairytale played
But reality hits
The world is brutal,
not delightful as it seems
Everybody wants to catch her
Admire her yet want to capture
Make her captive
She asks why?
Existence is difficult.
©Era Singh
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इतनी हिम्मत तुम लाती कहाँ से हो
इतना तुम क्यों सहती हो
बार बार गिर कर
फिर कैसे खड़ी हो जाती हो
क्या तुम्हारा मन नहीं सहमता
क्या तुम्हें डर नहीं लगता
फिर से गिर जाने का
फिर से ठोकर खाने का
आखिर तुम ऐसी क्यों हो
कभी एकदम शांत
कभी एकदम तूफान
पल में रो देती हो
पल में हसं देती हो
बड़ी बड़ी चुनौती में भी हार नहीं मानती
और एक छोटी-सी बात पर चीड़ जाती हो
हमेशा कहाँ खोई रहती हो
क्या सोचती हो, क्या कोई खुहाब है
किसी से कुछ बोलती भी नहीं हो
कितना कुछ सबसे छुपा कर रखती हो
ऐसा क्यों है, कहती क्यों नहीं हो
क्या झूठी सहानुभूति से डरती हो
या और सवालो से
सबको माफ कैसे कर देती हो
और फिर उनकी मदद भी
तुम कभी मुझे समझ मे क्यों नहीं आती
हर चीज़ को देखने का अलग नजरिया
हमेशा निराशा में भी कोई आशा की किरण
कैसे खोज लेती हो
जितना तुम्हें जानो
तुम पहेली की तरह और उलझ जाती हो
और हमेशा चहरे पर वो मुश्कान कैसे रहती है
क्या सच में खुश हो
या सिर्फ ये एक छल है
इतना जान कर भी तुम्हें
हम नहीं जानते
और शायद जान भी ना पाए ।
© ईरा सिंह
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It's not about beginnings
It's not about endings
It's about a journey
That whispers heroic
It's not about success
It's not about failures
It's about a journey
That elicits reality
It's not about you
It's not about them
It's about a journey
That feigns skepticisms
It's not about inceptions
It's not about conclusions
It's about a journey
That challenge all judgments
Past every anticipation
Over every self-doubt
Above every expectation
Ahead of every disappointment
Through every achievement
There is the journey
To cherish, to look back
Unique experiences, unusual learning
Varied odds, distinct flavors
Different visions, numerous fictions
Your decisions, Your perceptions
Illustrates your journey
Just phases of life.
© ERA SINGH
Someone once asked me, what fascinates me more, endings or beginnings, I said, the journey through it intrigues me more always. I believe in the journey to the ending, journey to the new beginning as there is nothing like ending something or the beginning of something, Both hold different yet same feelings and interpretations for everyone, don’t you think so? Endings and beginnings are just like different phases throughout our life. Once you reach that dream in life, kinda ending for it, but beginning to achieve your next goal, keeping in mind the experiences and learning of the previous journey to which you look back.
Sometimes we don’t get the beginnings we want, but the endings are just perfect and sometimes we don’t get the endings we want with our perfect beginnings, but what that perfect is, what meaning it holds for you, I am leaving you with this question, another journey to find the answers.
Hey, it’s me Era, remember me? how are you all? I hope you all are doing good and safe. Sorry for being so inconsistent and out of here for the past few months but my studies and exam preparation sometimes does not allow me much time left and the exam too due to the current surge in covid cases got postponed again, firstly from Jan to April and now from April to even I dont know, the date is yet to be declared, hopefully, it will happen next month or two. Sorry for my rants about exams 😅😅 I will be back soon as I truly miss being here.
I am thankful to you all, for being always there, can’t find enough words to express my gratitude. And how obliged I feel.
And yes, I do want to share one more thing with you all, that we completed one year here together, on 13 April, yup, I know I am late, but this can’t stop me to say thanks to all of you people who always support and inspire. So yes, my small niche, The Hidden soul, has completed its one year journey, I hope it will continue in future too. I never thought about it when I first started it, we truly have come a long way together, thanks to a lot again.
Take care and stay safe!!!
Just don't stop believing
Just hold on
Just one more time
Just one more try
Another battle, another fight
Nothing comes that easy
Some will win, some will lose
But tales do not end here
Just another story
Just another assumption
The whole book is awaiting
Just hold on
Just don't stop believing
Working hard to get your pursuit
Working hard to get your dreams
Feeling the euphoria
That thrill of emotions
It's not over
It's not the climax
Of the story, you are living
Stories are hidden in stories
Till it is done
Till you decide it to be
It's not over
Till your last breath
Just hold on
Just don't stop believing
Standing on the verge
Just a few more steps
You can't give up now
Things only you know
Things no one can see
Feelings you conquer
Just don't stop believing
Just hold on
Just one more time
Just one more try
Write it the way you want
Your story, your tale
© ERA SINGH
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My solitude talk to me
Talk for me
But I never listen
May be afraid to listen to the truth
About the consequences
About the continuations
My solitude argue with me
Argue for me
But I never heed
May be afraid to heed the transition
About the nightmares
About the choices
My solitude complain to me
Complain about me
But I never acknowledge
May be afraid to acknowledge the reality
About the people who left
About the people who stay
My solitude always spoke with me
Spoke for me
Always holding the hand
Of my introvert self
Hidden behind the glee.
©Era Singh
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Finally, you are free
From the golden cage of greed
Believe me, you can fly
The sky is waiting
Spread your wings and fly away.
© ERA SINGH
For Sadje’s What do you see # 49 – 28 September’20
For Thursday Poetry Competition!! by H.R.Phoenix (we have to write a poem in 25 words)
You try to make the worst seems better
You try to make look yourself strong
You try to find the deserted core
You try to find the excuses untold
You try to search the keys of unopened doors
You try to search the lost qualms
You try to sail that dried ocean
You try to sail that fallen cloud
You try to climb that collapsed mount
You try to climb that cut-down trees
You try to absorb all the guilts
You try to absorb all the sins
Barren land, all deserted and bruised
Old wounds cut open, stinging more
Millions of reasons to give up
Millions of reasons to let go
But you try to fight, you try to fight
Those battles are known but unknown
Breaking the barriers, cracking the fence
Smashing the palaces of solaces
Boundaries undefined and vague
Comforts don't captivate and excite
Invisible passages enchant
Quest to find that lost soul
Quest to find that abandoned self
You feud, you resist
You withstand, you keep
Those unknown battles which are known.
©Era Singh
माना रात अंधेरी है सुबह होने में थोड़ी देरी है
पर तू ऐसे सो नहीं सकता, तुझे खुद को जगाना है
पर तू ऐसे रुक नहीं सकता, थक नहीं सकता
क्यों रोता तू क़िस्मत पर
उसके आँचल में क्यों सिसकियाँ भरता
ये तेरी ही दास है,तू क्यों निराश है
जो नहीं मिला,जो बीत गया
जो आने वाला है जो चला गया है
उसका गम क्या करता है
तू क्यों खोता ऐसे आस है, सोच जरा
तेरी इच्छाशक्ति बड़ी या भाग्य
एक ठोकर से ही तू डर नहीं सकता है
ऐसे छुप कर,सहम कर बैठ नहीं सकता
अभी तो पूरी जंग है बाक़ी,डर नही सकता
तुझे खुद को हराना है, खुद को और तपाना है
दीये की लॉ है तू,रोशन करना एक जमाना है
खुद की तलाश कर, खुद को पहचान जरा
उस ज़िद, उस आशा का दामन थाम जरा
सोना नहीं रातो को तुझे,तुझे ख़ुद को जागना है
खेलता तू अंगारों से, आग से क्यों घबराना है
चलता अकेला अंजान राहो पर, क्या भय है
सागर से भी गहरा, तेरा आत्मविश्वास है
माना रात अंधेरी है सुबह होने में देरी है
तू सो नहीं सकता, तुझे खुद को जगाना है
हारा कब तू किसी से, हारा तू खुद से
अब और नहीं, खुद को खोज ले फिर से।
©ईरा सिंह
The poem I wrote above has been inspired by the following poem which I wrote a few years back, I hope you liked it.
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