#philosophy | Alok Singhal Poetry

Conversation with the Evil

All through my life I saw you so closely Still let you pass by In all moments so varied, you lingered around me Yet somehow I just smiled...

Cosmos

Alas, Cosmos…the endless space nesting all that you can imagine or not So naïve of the mankind to pride in their quest Wishfully thinking...

Eyes partly open

Eyes partly open, in my slumber I drag the listless body of mine In no certain direction or destination Reminiscing of few years back...

Now is just now

Often yet not so often, rather seldom it is I find myself smiling to myself for no reason The ever analysing mind, tries to find why...

Once upon a time

Once upon a time... As in all fables & tales The men stood mighty In their glory and gail For they withstood the storms The battles, wars...

Seeking sunshine in rainy days

Seeking sunshine in rainy days A clear sky in the haze A warm day in times of snow A snowy peak when it glows What do you really want my...

Sometimes when you wake up

Sometimes when you wake up Feeling so angry, been so lonely Stand forgotten, no affection Get off from your bed and hear my melody Dress...

In The Wilderness Of My Mind

I went on a journey...in the wilderness of my mind Had never imagined on what all I would find Never knew so many colours ever existed...

Written Unaware

Did I not wake up today as I do every day? What causes a skipping of heartbeat? Why I feel a different feeling? I was able to do the...

From The Dust To Dust And In Between...

From the dust I came To the dust I will go back For the time in between, dust to dust Let me be free To do what I must Let me be...

Just A Momentous Pause..

Just a momentous pause before my next leap... Just some more time to get the divine sleep I must stay strong to not let this chance gone...

Words, They Play With You When You Play With Them...

Be careful when you play with words For they have a soul of their own They play with you when you play with them Words you say may stir a...

And We Thought He Is The Poorest Of Us All..

In withered clothes and shambled looks How graceful does he look? No qualms no fears of today or tomorrow He is so poor that he doesn't...

Will Get Odds To My Favor

How I hate to see those dark clouds…..looming and obstructing the horizon, Ruining all those efforts, hours of toil, So true they say...

The Secret Place…

The questions that I pondered upon all my life Spent so many nights and days To find where to find the answers Sought for people, places...