Tarun K.Singh

Tarun K.Singh
My Writing is My Peace

Monday 15 September 2014

The Inner Satan




Appears dreadful, heights gigantic,
Scattered haired, vitriolic eyed and voice abrasive
With deprived head bone garland, blooded swords
That’s how he looks heard in grandma’s story words

He is merciless, kills, beholds massacre
As uncivilized as animal not lesser
Devastates all fertile to turn it barren
The description what I got of a “Satan”

What if not appearance but remaining alike.
It’s also nowhere different and seldom to surprise
With an abeyance I tried bit introspection
And found,
Sometimes in mirror I eye contacted same “Satan”!

Merciless who killed many feeling and emotions
Of own love ones. Like animal with no eternal sensations
Devastated many hearts and thoughts as futile as barren

It described my “nowhere-different-inner -Satan”

Saturday 13 September 2014

Dream: No Restriction

I could feel the joy many times within when i woke up with misty remembrance of my Dream. It never had limitation for me to touch anything or reach anywhere. My awakening left me with no presence where I was right away. I dug and hit my head to find out if I really forgot it.




Ran in the sky sometimes was flying
Me on throne and big proceedings of mine
In white beard I was, also as child with grandpa enjoyed
Frightened me paranoid streets, my heroics were eulogized sometimes

None is the place I am restricted to enter
Future of being on other gravity or in history of evolutionary adventure
Makes me do I ever wanted to
“The Dream”
Merriment exuberant state it takes me into.







Tuesday 9 September 2014

The Green

What is more divine than Green, Joyous seeing The Green and lively being Evergreen. The Green could make me think of many of perspectives of Green to cheer my words.




It inked on plain surface my sketch pen with words in green
Drenched my eyes in green, thinking every aspects at earth queen
Dimmed my illumine lamps and within I lightened extreme
Sensed the desert longing for green and the autumn waiting spring
Political ecology defines the green, The Chakra of heart comes as green
Green they say is as joyous as with joy my mom was seen
Growing tree in stony land, sprouts leaves, seems air painted them green
The chlorophyceas layering submerged lotus and mountain slippery green
A green centred multicolour rainbow and gleaming dew drops adorn flora in green
Destroys capricious storm all even though, leading rain ensconces it green
Each fruit colors to any but from its primitive in green
The sweetness of belonging and love is where as denoted by Parrot, The bird green


Makes me curious more voracious when it comes me to think of green
Says let’s start, the life is sparkling ahead, just keep your surround evergreen