Tuesday 14 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Cocoons



Cocoons



Cocoons of lame minds
brooding invariably,in
this fragmentary world
of you and me,I saw them
alive amid the bubbles
of pulsating sanctuaries.
Deep sighs averted them
from suffocating within
the wrap of covetous emotions.
Blazing eyes  endured  the swaddled
to peddle into portions of Kismet.



 By

Poetess Piusha Singh


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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
 APPRECIATE AND REVIEW 
PIUSHA SINGH'S  POEM





 BETWEEN THE LINES

This has reference to the above verse from the golden pen of honorable poetess Piusha Singh,
Above poem of honorable Poetesss Piusha Singh’s Poem carry an excellent title, very meaningful and symbolic in literature, especially in poetry. Cocoon is a protective case of silk or similar fibrous material spun by the larvae of moths and certain other insects as a cover for the pupa. The interesting story is that during the process it has oftentimes been said that the most beautiful butterflies have actually emerged from the ugliest Cocoons. For this reason, many people consider the process of the Cocoon to be a miracle of nature itself. This is very symbolic, but this could have been made bit more poetic by tailoring other natural images and vision, 
still this is excellent, short and cute.
The life cycle of butterflies and moths has been used in many cultures to represent many things. The hatching from the egg is the equivalent of human birth. The caterpillar represents the stage of life; the lowly “worm” waiting for a transformation, just as we await our reward in an afterlife. Basically, they are nothing more than a protective casing that is around an insect. This is made of either silk or some other similar fibrous material that is then spun around the insect during their pupal stage, which is the life stage of an insect that is undergoing transformation.
Though, we get only one or two poems from Poetess Piusha, it is worth reading and enjoying, She is intelligent, thoughtful and elegant, please accept my applause, keep writing more and more, May God Bless,
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Piusha Singh's poem
COOCOONS
 translated to Malayalam by
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Monday 13 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: profile


  • As a futile writer and reader,I have a child hidden with in me stubborn and curious, since years which kept me exploring the new boundaries, pushing the envelop of fear and ignorance.It’s a simple way to express about myself but when i start to analyze about me, i become more complex, as I never thought i would be fascinated by the world of writing.In my wildest dream i never thought of becoming a writer but since i started enjoying the trance of writing,I realized how mysteriously creative and addictive it is. Still on a quest to understand the real me hidden or forgotten by me on planet earth.My professional life of nursing and my passion of writing and reading are two extremes but somewhere it collides as i see floating slabs of life histories around me.
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Sunday 5 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: " I "


 " I "


I see you in love,

realizing this transient

sail of us in this frame,

you gaze my skin

 in lust,which 

i shed religiously

year after year,
disguising playing
a game of hide
and seek. 
Admire me with
closed eyes ,in
that darkness,
knock my inner
sanctum,relying

only in my true 
self,I exist beyond
your sensory boundaries.

As I am a reflection 
of me and you.


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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Kamasutra


Kamasutra


Honey drenching from our lips licking each lobes 
gently,energy surging through our veins,heat 
building tempting us in jelling our ravenous
bodies,letting no air in between,
nibbling your lips in hunger
letting tongue to dig in 
each corners entwining
in ecstasy,bodies
trembling in lust
your hands feeling my 
curves crushing each angles
letting me groan for more,your
hands playing with my breasts,
we snacking each others ears ,neck,
bruising the skin imprinting us in as each
others forever,my hands drawing maps of
 love on your back,as you let your man feel 
my deep caves with in,immersing in lusty rain.
In ecstasy ,transforming into kamasutra sculptures
,moaning in deep passion,merging our breaths in rhythm
,our tired bodies laying contently caressing each others,my
 head resting on your chest listening to the longed rhythms 
 of my anima,uniting our souls in radiance of true love forevermore.
BY
POETESS PIUSHA SINGH

{Forever in love with you, Shona}

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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Innocene

Innocence

 
 
Let’s rekindle in the
childhood innocence
 and love,reviving
our old spirits,
rejoicing in the 
twinkly happiness
 around,creating
 a loving world
 detached from 
the shadows 
of vicious minds.
 Playing those
old games, building
sand castles,getting
doused in rain,mud
carelessly,smudging 
again in the
 purity of love.
Laughing aloud, lets
embrace that chastity
into our lives endlessly.


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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Twinkling Eyes

Million smiles bursted
on my frowned face,
While gazing your
still, an ocean of
emotions raising
deep within my
core unseen,a
pulse still shoots
in my collapsed
body,awaiting for
the mysteries to
envelop in the
radiance of your
 twinkling eyes.
Tales of devotion
spun in this bitsy
ray of bloom away
in a distant land of
hidden unseeked
treasures.
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Rejuvenated Warrioe


 
Inhumed all memories
of yesterday’s,i am 
reborn in the lap of
nature with hope as
my companion,to 
mature again in this
new dawn,nestling
in the warmth of your
chest as a newborn,
fondle me in love,
purify my rotten core
nurture me into a
radiant being discrete
from every mortal link.



Falsifying all fabricated
tales,let truth be my
armor in this battle
against deceptive demons
lurking in the shades
of beautiful smiles
day and night disguised
as warriors of light.
As a rejuvenated warrior,
let me congregate a 
platoon against barbarous
mobs,while patrolling
towards light to spread
peace,love and happiness
around these mottled minds.

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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: New Realm



New Realm


Swung to a heavenly
rhythm discoursed 
since primeval age.
Exciting each atoms
of my antiquated 
frame,reviving each 
pulse within, awakening
the deep impulses 
of my inner sanctums.


Kindling  me in
the unknown gleam
of rays dead but 
still alive as little
twinkles in the
illusion of darkness.
Falsities of time
stilled in this timeless
 phase of mine. 


Seducing my soul
repelling all the
toxic layers deposited
on my terrestrial chassis.
Submerged my shadow
in the glow of a celestial
glory, embarking a new
realm of mystical reality
existing within me.

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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Karma

 
Karma
 
 
Demised in reminiscence
of a childhood game
played along with my
solitude in the cold,
(lanes of yesterdays).

Walked bewildered 
in cluttered paths.
Enveloped in deceptive
fog,trekked blindly,
(to the peaks of nobility).

Rolled as a dice in
the hands of destiny.
Tossed in the big
gamble by karma.
(Uncertainty prevailed).

Glowed in the light
of the crumbling stars,
new webs spun frenziedly 
by the wheel of fortune,
( grinning mercilessly).

Divinity held captive
in clutches ,gnawed 
alive by the greedy
thoughts of demigods
craving to rape (the rotten frame).

Bid a fortune risking
luxuries,brewing in
the shadows of miseries.
Pleading never accepted
in this doomed love,
(happiness forfeited endlessly).
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Eclipsed Birth


 
 
 
Asphyxiated in your 
love, in your absence
ached for a glance,
smothered by your touch.
Alive as an inextinguishable
flame,warm showers 
scalded my body,soul
fluttering in endless 
agony,an essence 
matured in the darkness,
Incompletely living a fake
existence,eclipsed birth 
forever,uncertainty surrounds
in each lanes of life,angels
mocking with each fall,
demons digging the pits
to inhume me forever.
Concealed emotions 
exploding in silence
disguised by a sweet 
smile cheering many
existing scorned essences.
Struggling in this giant wheel
of Karma,mind never willing
to convince to the petty
bargains of survival,
anticipated to kindle
spreading warmth at night.


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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Tandava

Tandava




Eternity incarcerated
in the blink of your
eccentric stare.
Nullity surrounding
 my today,tommorrow
screaming in despair
Greedy eyes  spinning
 new tales of gain
 in the lap of loss.
Drooly mouths
wide open in lust,
craving for a chunk
of flesh,sanity a
lost treasure in the 
cold yards of starving souls.
Unanswered questions
 brewed in the mysterious
 mines of my mind,
Witnessed the destructive
tandava of creations,
his each steps trumbling my
 polluted inner sanctums.
Crumbled in mirth to dust,
craved infinitely for his
insane kisses to tear me
apart to float again in
his annihilating love.
Purifying my torn
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Demonic Glory



"Demonic Glory"



Debilitated in an
insane game of
destiny,love and
hatred as fortune.

Angels grinned 
counting the loss,
as winning is a
delight of elites.

Melted away drop
by drop ,fell into
the well of demonic
glory,where bodies talked.

Blinded by the glare
of lust,he moved 
empty hearten,on
a quest for a heart.

Alas! in a hobby of
draping bodies day
and night,he enjoyed
loss,after every copulation.

In solitude he grinned
facing the mirror of
karma awaiting to
awake from this slumber.

The angels aligned
in anticipation for
their turn to get naked
in this bargain of lust and love. 
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Your Love


Your Love
 
Can’t neglect more
 of your love,my
beloved,each falling leaf 
reminding me about your
existence not a delusion,
silently wind whispered
 about a forgotten 
hymn in my ears.

A song sung by
 you for me in
 my lonely nights,
secretly fondling
in my deep sleep,
consoling my strayed 
soul in the after hours ,
carefully erasing it 
through sweet dreams.

Every dawn brings 
the new zest to live,
but in the glittery
 bubble,truth and lies
played the game 
of hide and seek,
puzzled me, dwindling
 for a ray of mysterious glow.

You bestowed this
 nectar to all thirsty
 beasts impartially,but
 the mortals mended
 new tales with each 
birth and death,recycled 
for a future as
an asset for the
 luxuries of illusions.

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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Pixie Land


Pixie Land



Constrained in a frozen shell
relentlessly surrendered their
cryptic essence to the radiance
of a mysterious entity from
an unknown frame of time,
veiled angels flocked fluttering
the ragged wings on the
scattered rocks of pixie land.

 Earthlings sold their spirits
to the mystical deception in 
greed and revenge to attain
the obscured power from
the beast to arise into the
realm of immortality perpetually.
In vengeance they planted the
venom into their unborn off springs.
Fanged broods created havoc 
relishing mortal’s blood,trapping 
bodies in the fantasy of  eternity.
Infected mortals,enslaved for the 
promised land of dreams,creating
a fanged platoon ready for kill.
Slaughtered bodies scattered
amidst the malicious minds. He captured souls into the
 box of Athanasia,awaited 
patiently for the full moon
 to awaken his dark powers 
under the oak tree where 
 many laid in peace since
unknown eons,but every
 attempt of him flopped by 
a pure grace fought endlessly 
against his dark motives.
 


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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Endless Ardor


Endless Ardor



Drenched in your
warm showers,my
frenzied mind at
peace,purifying my
 innumerable sins.
My voids filled in
consistent dreams,a
broken core mended
 by your endless ardor.
An immortal dream
of a corpse accomplished.
Stayed awake in slumber
tuning to the rhythms
of an erratic heart,
Envious days craved
moonlight as nights
danced in mirth.
Glowed in a heavenly
 radiance,intoxicated
in your essence,my
dawns solaced till dusk
in your reminiscence.
The universe witnessed
the awaited communion
of souls since aeons.
All directions lead me
to your boundless heart….
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Tiny Twinkle


 
Reminiscence of  a 
past, haunted like
 a lost spirit
in the dusk
 of his youth.
Smokey lips whispered 
the tales of cost
 in a lost
battle with life,
destiny’s shot not
 a coincidence
nor an accident,
to break 
this jinx new
 lusty hubs
chosen cautiously
 by many but 
destiny’s victims
smothered in their
 own blaze.
With  a fake smile 
valorously he gazed 
at the scars as an armor.
Still he walked in
 perfection amidst
 the disfigured minds
as an unshakable
 tiny twinkle.
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Mysterious Gleam

Mysterious Gleam

 
An inquest into my inner realm
revealed a mysterious gleam 
reflecting from the fragments
of a cracked essence of now.
I was there in your dream,
I am here in this now and
left non erasable, in future,
as tiny dots of  consciousness.

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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Myriad




Myriad

I,a memory in myself
as days passed like clouds
untraceable,I shifted
from me to nullity, in where
discovered a new frame
to wear before shedding
this worn skin and bones.
 No wish remained as you 
weaved my crust,
 hence i stretched my
rusted frame in trust,
all presumptions formed
since ages, faded once
you stringed and knotted 
my fear and ignorance
into a beautiful jewellery
to wear courageously
despite maggots feeding
my putrid body,liberating 
as an exultant,with trumpets
sounding in far lands as again
i  flew blissfully into the myriad .
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Reverie land



Reverie land


Vague thoughts popping
in and out of my mind.
Apprehensive about the
stillness surrounding me.
I drifted from one shore
of  fantasy to another,
hopping between the
cluttered cloudy garden
to  a joyful ride on
a fierce dragon spitting
fire,crossing rainbow
bridges from Neverland
to Reverie land,picking
chocolate strawberries
from the floating lands.
All elves and fairies
my friends,I within
my magical endless
thought a free bird.
Building a castle before
a blink,unicorn,griffin
and all mystical animals
surrounded me in my
trance,while i danced
around the inextingushable
fire of life,in full freedom.
While I danced in ecstasy,
shaking the hips,playing
a dafli ,invoking the ancient
spirits,me as a Zingara
 bounced on  bubbles of
illusions formed out of
a ingenious mind.
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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Silence

Come and dwell 

within my stillness
Let this flame
of my ambush
spread slowly into
your clamorous world,
ignoring the buzz around.

Let’s escape into 

the lands of cipher.
Submerging ourselves
into the vastness 
of our silences.
Forgetting all the
arduous cyclic conduct. 

Refuge into this

tranquility severing the
chains of  mundane
orders,learn this 
new dialect of
quietness,let’s exalt
by halting the flurry.
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