Poems by Atul James Singh

Lift my spirits!!!

a poem by

Atul James Singh

If love doesn’t really hold a passion,
If touches do not give some sensation;
If looks cannot read the beloved’s heart,
If death be the reason for souls to depart;
If faith cannot be counterparted with trust,
If pure love has to bow in front of greedy lust;
If union is not known as heart’s peace,
If not living in harmony cannot bring a war-cease;
If God’s ways are so difficult to follow,
If all the worldly affairs are mere hollow;
If truth has always to be overshadowed by lie,
If everytime to save humanity, a lamb has to die;

Then I do not wish to live in this uncouth place,
Lift my spirits o Lord, and let me live in peace.

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Waiting

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Waiting are my pair of eyes,
For the sun to make another rise;
For a new dawn to split apart,
For a healing of this broken heart.

Waiting am I for a different night,
When stars would set the heavens bright;
When moon would gradually change its pace,
Winning glories, in the planetary race.

Waiting am I for a different world,
When the flag of peace shall be unfurled;
When white would overpower the red,
And a message of love, care and compassion are spread.

Waiting is this heart of mine,
When all the colours together shine;
Holding a black hand is a hand yellow,
And a white’s companion is a wheatish fellow.

Waiting for a different world is my soul,
When one single roof covers the generation whole;
No more is there demarcation of regions,
And ‘Brotherhood’ forms the new universal religion.

O Lord! We make thee a humble plead,
Bind the world irrespective of colour or creed;
And let this waiting of mine come to an end,
For divided we fall, and united we stand.

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The Four Candles

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Burning slowly are four candles,
With their ambience crossing all hurdles;
The quietness and serenity makes you hear,
Of what they whisper from ear to ear.

One said, “I am baptized as PEACE”
“So that I could make enmity cease”
“But now my flame is down and low”
“And any time I might cease to glow.”

The other said, “People call me TRUST”
“People have lost me because of their lust”
“But now my flame is down and low”
“And any time I might cease to glow.”

The next said, “My name is LOVE”
“I glittered your face with a shallow curve”
“But now my flame is down and low”
“And any time I might cease to glow.”

Just then an angel marked the place
Where those four candles were kept
Looking at three flameless ones
His heart sobbed, and with tears he wept.

Just then the fourth candle said,
“People know me better as HOPE”
“My nickname is Ray of Light”
“Why don’t you use my flame of light”
“To make all these three alight”
“Because till the time I am alive”
“There aren’t failures, there isn’t fright.”

So happily the angel took the candle’s service,
It came to him like a narrow opening of crevice.
Within no time were all four shimmering,
Hope had made everyone once again glimmering.

Burning slowly were four candles,
With their ambience crossing all hurdles;
I pleaded hope to get instilled within me
The others said, “Not only HOPE, we too will accompany thee.”

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Four Blessings

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Standing at the Heaven’s door,
God once asked me for a grace,
I was overjoyed for I could ask no more,
So I thanked Him and gave a praise.

“Let me ask for NAME,
Or shall I ask for FAME;
But none of them will remain the same,
Such a grace can really put me to shame.”

“Let me demand Him of MONEY,
No doubt, I am penniless and don’t have a penny;
But if I have it today, tomorrow I won’t have any,
I surely remember this lesson given by my granny.”

So I thought of asking something unusual,
Something which would be unique and very special.
So I thought God to return me my yester-years,
When life was a merry affair, and my spirit full of cheers.

He gave me a gentle smile and said,
“Child, ask for something else instead;
This wish of yours I cannot make come true,
I bless you now to ask for graces two.”

So, I decided to be a bit intellectual,
And ask for something which is more spiritual;
I pleaded Him to send peace on earth
Let everyone be happy, and live with mirth.

Then I requested Him to spread love,
Through the oceans, mountains and skies;
Let not an inch of hatred prevail,
Over the lows or over the highs.

Once again God smiled at me and said,
“Child ask for something else instead;
This wish of yours I cannot make come true,
I bless you now to ask for graces two.”

God left for me a decent proposal,
Leaving four wishes at my disposal,
“Make hearts of gold of those who are atheist,
And hearts of silver of those who are racist,
Let there be no place for hunger or poverty,
No strife for any cause, save the world from indemnity.”

Painfully, God smiled at me and said,
“May you return to your yester-years,
When there weren’t worries, there weren’t tears;
When life for you was a merry affair,
And your spirit so pure, was full of cheer.”

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Someday

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Often I dream of a day
When the world would give a different look;
When people on earth would be happy and gay,
And no more would there be any means of crook.
I pray thee Lord, keep me alive till that day,
For I know, it would happen either today or someday.

Someday, when black would join hands with white,
And gradually will vanish the practice of apartheid.

Someday, when “ARMS” would be thrown away by arm,
And there wouldn’t persist feelings of hatred or harm.

Someday, when there would be no more bloodshed,
And people would cease to colour the earth red.

Someday, when terrorism would be brought to an end,
And we would make efforts for humanity to defend.

Someday, when there is no hatred between Hindu and Muslim,
And no longer is worshiped Ram or Allah, rather Him.

Someday, when a Jew is never against a Christian,
And all affairs are sorted out with peace and negotiation.

Someday, when religion is counter parted with science,
And our eyes no longer see our own evading signs.

Someday, when no more are the animals sacrificed,
And they aren’t hunted down more for fur or hide.

Someday, when women regain their lost dignity,
And once again they become a figure of serene divinity.

O Lord , your humble child makes thee a plead
If ever in life, I have done a good deed;
Shower your blessings upon the world today,
And make my dream come true someday.
For I know it would happen one day
Be it today or be it “SOMEDAY.”

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The Lonely Love

a poem by

Atul James Singh

She came in my life, like a dream of night
Bringing with her all the riches and gifts of nature;
A charming look, with eyes wide and bright
And this mortal body of mine, her hands did nurture.

The gentle touch of her lean support
Gave me the feeling of heavenly abode;
The sweet aroma of her fluttering hair
Made me realize, she’s somewhere near.

How badly do I miss
Her soft and tender kiss;
Her thoughts in my mind always do hover
And I feel myself like a fish out of water.

Alas! She vanished like a dream without letting me know
Monotonous is now the colour of my life’s rainbow;
Madly do I look her over the high and low
This ardent hart still waits for his darling doe.

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The Lost Love

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Once upon a time
I fell in love with a girl;
Her brows were dark, and lips were red,
Her hairs were all curl and black.

Gentle was she and innocent was I
Her heart I could read within her eyes;
The world seemed to me bright and gay,
How beautiful appeared the sunset at the bay.

Mornings were cool, evenings were warm
She taught me that even words could harm;
This beast of mine, transformed to a hart,
Love and compassion were the awaken feelings of my heart.

One day, this angel left me all alone
And all I could do was shed tears and moan;
She saw me smiling from heavens above,
Alas! Her eyes were now out of love!

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Heart-break

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Heart-break, little did I know,
Though spoken by a few,
Little did I realize,
The hidden pain beside,
Until I fell in love with you!!

How deep it hurts,
When a heart gets cuts,
How badly it bleeds,
For his love the heart pleads!

‘As you sow, so shall you reap’
I made promises which I never did keep,
Today, I stroll on the same road,
Piercing my heart has gone a sword;
The measure has been same for me,
God found a sweet way to punish me.

Friends, I put my feelings in this epistle
And leave a lesson at your disposal;
Either you love not, or break a heart none,
Coz’ our hearts are not many, but only one.

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Your best friend

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Friendship is not a matter of years
It’s a matter of ages;
My friends in life are few
Like a leaf holding tiny drops of dew.
Their names are not written in a book
But in the closet of my heart;
And I know they are always with me
Even if we are distant apart.

Many like me, will walk in and out of your life
But it doesn’t mean, they are a part of your life;
Many like me, will talk and smile with you
That does not suggest, they are made for you
Many like me, will come and hold your hand
Be sure, they just like blowing hot sand.
I am never worth a friend, I know it right
And my attitude has always been a cause of fight

So the future is bright waiting for thee
I wish you find a friend better than me.
Who has the heart to understand thee
Who overcomes all the pains given by me
A friend, who understands the language of your eyes
And who neither hurts you, nor speak any lies.
A friend whose shoulder is always there for your head
Who understands your feelings, even if you have not said.

Coz, friendship is not a matter of years
It’s a matter of ages;
Your friends should be few
Like a leaf holding drops of dew.
Their names to be written not in a book
But in the closet of your heart;
And you know they are always with you
Even if you are distant apart.

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An ode to my Valentine

a poem by

Atul James Singh

I wonder why there’s one day to celebrate love
When everyday reminds of the same love;
Your presence makes it more meaningful
Holding your hand, the world seems more beautiful.
Your smile makes my life more enchanting,
Seems like nightmare, the feeling of departing.
Your voice is so shrill and sharp,
Sounds better than the Venus’ harp.
Your eyes have gentleness as that of a deer,
My image is in them, all bright and clear.
Your touch so sensual; your kisses so deep,
I do treasure them and with love I keep.
I hear clearly the sound of your heart-beats;
It’s my name, what your heart repeats.

You rule over my heart and mind,
And I wonder will you ever be mine.
Coz’ I don’t know who you are;
Coz’ I don’t know where you are;
Friends, if you come across this lady of mine
Pass upon her this message of mine,
“Yond near the trees of pine,
Waits an ardent lover of thine,
Whose love’s as holy as Sacramental Wine,
And it’s you, who rules over his heart and mind,
Scribbling poetry, phrases and rhymes,
He chants hymns in praises of thine;
WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?
WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE??”

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My Lamb

a poem by

Atul James Singh

There are moments in life
When life seems to come to a stay;
You don’t know what to do
And you have nothing much to say.

Moments when you loose your mind
Moments when breathing comes to a stay;
You don’t know what to do
And you have nothing much to say.

Moments when you are in distress
Moments when agony sets you back;
Life seems to loose it’s rainbow
Appearing nothing but dull and black.

That very day, will I hold you in my arms
I’ll make the rain of your eye
I’ll take away all your sufferings and pains
Yet once again, for you my child, my Lamb will die.

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Valentine Time

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Once again the time hath come
When divine love receives a welcome;
For some it’s yet another special time
And some, put their feelings in phrase or rhyme.
Tis’ the first experience for few
And for some the field is all anew;
But some are quite experienced and old
Their faces say that they are bold.
Each one finds a shoulder to lean on
Year after year the trend goes on.
Oh God! I wish that I too find
For myself a sweet Valentine
Send her quickly in my life
Let me have her as my wife.

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The Lamb

a poem by

Atul James Singh

There are moments in life
When life seems to come to a stay;
You don’t know what to do
And you have nothing much to say.

Moments when you loose your mind
Moments when breathing comes to a stay;
You don’t know what to do
And you have nothing much to say.

Moments when you are in distress
Moments when agony sets you back
Life seems to loose it’s rainbow
Appearing nothing but dull and black.

That very day I’ll hold you in my arms
I’ll make rain of the sour of your eye
I’ll take away all your sufferings and pain
Yet once again, for you my child, my LAMB shall die.

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Valentine’s Day

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Once again the time hath come
When divine love receives a welcome;
For some, it’s yet another special time
Others, put their feelings in phrases or rhyme.
Tis’ the first experience for few
And for some the field is all anew;
But some are quite experienced and old
Their faces say that they are bold.
Each one finds a shoulder to lean on
And year after year the trend goes on.

O God! I wish that I too find
For myself a sweet VALENTINE;
Send her quickly in my life
Let me have her as my wife.

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Christmas

a poem by

Atul James Singh

Christmas is always a special time
With the tingling melodies of chime
And the plucking of the harp
Gives vibrant music so sharp
The gusty winds passing the woods of pine
Sending me cold nerves down the spine
Like honey drops in my ear
And the sweet carols all loud and clear
Renouncing the birth of a child
Who was less human and more divine
An army of angels declare it with joy
“Down in a manger lies a boy
Henceforth you’ll be the sheep and he your shepherd
The Messiah of whom you have so oft heard.”

O Christmas! Thou art a special time
And I dance to thy music of rhythm divine
And from today, this heart of mine
Do I surrender at services of thine.

O CHRISTMAS!! THOU ART A SPECIAL TIME!!

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