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About The Author
Piyush Singh, an alumni of NIFT Mumbai, is the
Founder and CEO of Meraki Inc., an
International award winning production house
who started writing professionally at the mere
age of 16. By the age of 20, he already had
over 500 poems and articles published in an
english daily with one of poems fetching him a
letter of appreciation from none other than Dr.
Abdul Kalam, former President of India.
After working for over 12 years in
the industry where he worked with leading TV
channels and renowned music artists, Piyush
moved back to his hometown, Lucknow, in the
year 2013 where he started teaching nuances
of photography and film making to under
privileged children and school kids and in this
pursuit he kept meeting like minded people
which in turn lead to the formation of the
production house that now caters to some of
the biggest names from music industry and
other known brands, with their
multidisciplinary approach.
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About The Book
‘Into the Oblivion’ is an exquisite collection of
poems written by Piyush Singh during his
illustrious writing career of over 14 years. The
book not only carries the poems but it also
carries the narrative as well reflecting upon the
play of emotions and frame of mind the writer
was in as he was being lead to express the
experiences in forms of these poetic verses.
The book which can also be referred to
as notes from life takes inspirations from day
to day life and reflects emotions in true
unadulterated form as they create a state of
unawareness towards ones own surroundings,
leading both the writer and the reader to
beautiful existence of being one with
themselves, into the oblivion.
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Acknowledgement
I owe this book to my beloved wife, Meenu, for
her support throughout and of course the
patience she has shown while dealing with me.
I would like to thank my family members
particularly my mother Durgesh Nandini Singh
for getting me new notebooks as a kid to
write my poetry on, my brother Pallav for
being with me in all my conspiracies, my
mother in law Anita Sharma for thoughts and
insights, and Cheenu for endless lessons on
love, life and permanence.
I would particularly like to thank my
uncles, Mr. J P N Singh and Dr. S P Singh for
being there to take care of me and nurture my
emotions out of my experiences with the
world. I would also like to thank my aunt, Smt.
Usha Singh and Capt. C B Singh along Niti
Saxena for holding late night gatherings at my
place discussing my poems and inspiring.
There is indeed a man I draw my
strength from, thank you Subir Malik, for all
that you have taught me over the years and to
be honest, whatever I am today, as of this day,
is because of you. Extending my thanks to all
amazing people from my life who have made a
difference Sunny MR, Nitin Malik, Sushant
Singh, Sonam Sherpa, Saurabh Chaudhry,
Jasleen Royal, Amit Kilam, Shilpa Rao, Chang,
Anurag Paul, Gurleen Kaur, Vinayak Mishra
and Vishal Kapoor.
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I would also like to thank my extended
family at Meraki Inc., especially Naman Bisht
for being an inspiration in case of life,
friendship, support and a lot more & Haarsh
Srivastava for making me believe that honesty
and integrity is acceptable. All in all, all the
acquaintances and friends over the years who
have blessed me with their opinion, feedback
and remarks on my pursuits.
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Dedication
Dedicated to my late father who still is the
wind beneath my wings.
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We
There are times in life when everything seems to
drift into an universe that you don’t relate to and
you lay there suffocating yourself every single day.
Even in the darkest depth of those days, you will
find a few of the faces you know that will stand by
you and will impart a new zeal of life to you. One
such face would be of the person who loves you
and decides to stick by, not only for those days,
but for eternity, in the most honest form filled with
the promise of days to come by brimming with joy.
Eventually they become the sole reason of your
existence and you feel thankful, for the fact that
your and the other heart beats as one.
Everything that they do, turns into poetry
and mind you, that’s no ordinary poetry I am
talking about. That’s the poetry that entices, teases
and plays around with your thoughts for them,
making it more prominent and oddly satisfying
with their each action that lays the foundation of
what you treat as a book about your very life.
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Their words to you are known to trigger
emotions that stir within you. They are quite
capable of initiating of what can be considered the
best of your might and then in that moment, when
the night is at its darkest hour, you start making a
meek attempt to reach out to their light by putting
those thoughts of yours in the form of a poem. In
that moment, you are not you alone. Existences
merge and you fall in together to cease the
existence of ‘I’ and to create a bigger paradigm,
titled – ‘We’.
I am the limitless freedom
I am the storm bigger than might
I am the wave that sinks
mighty ships in a starry night
I am the ocean
that torments the coast
I am the quake that
shatters the power you boast
I am the dreams
I am the morning glory
I am the hand that
carves an eternal story
I am the voice
that super cedes conscience.
I am the ego that
lingers in someone's defiance.
I am the mystical syllable
I am the divine flame
I am the bird that puts
skies to shame.
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I am the essence of magic
that forces the time to sway
I am the mountain river
that always makes it way.
I am the rain that showers
smiles on everyone below
I am the echoing words
of a hermit said ages ago.
I am the silence and the chaos,
I am the good and the odds.
I am the ruler and the follower,
I am a living soul created by Gods.
I am the distant land
across the oceans so new.
I am the one who is
nothing without 'You'
I am yours and forever
I shall choose to be.
For you are the one,
who completes me.
I am the one who kneels down
and prays endlessly for You
I am the one who is nothing,
nothing at all, but You.
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Sand Castles
I remember, it was Wednesday, a day I have
dreaded for more than reasons that I can mention.
There was a lot of commotion in and around me as
I sat on a chair looking at my college-mates getting
ready for their graduation day. Each one of them
was either carrying a dream that they had nurtured
for years being in that college or they were carrying
disappointment, which was forced upon them in
that time frame.
I was a different kind. I preferred picking up
what I had treasured from yesterdays and was
mentally trying to look for a place that was no less
than a palace where I can keep my choicest
possessions forever. A lot closer to what I was
creating in my own head, I continued to make my
own Sand Castles by the bench where I sat quietly
looking at the dreams, dismays and hopes being
washed away.
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On a lonely stroll,
by the sea shore.
I picked up sea shells,
memories and a lot more.
Looking once at the white moon,
as it proudly shone.
I treasured a few yesterdays,
and kept walking on.
Not far from where I was,
I could see a few fading dreams.
Walking closer I could see,
bleeding hopes and dying gleams.
A few sand castles lie there,
destroyed by the impish waves.
I survived but my wounded dreams,
Went straight to their graves.
I thought of making castles far away,
from where the waves play.
I lived another dream,
in order to live another day.
I added to my dismays hoping,
that my castle would stay.
Picked up the remains and,
Went on walking my way.
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I still continue to make sand castles,
Next to the waves I've known.
Look at the skies and seas,
That I once used to own.
Looked in the eyes of the ocean,
that proudly proclaimed, 'I won'.
But undeterred, I didn't stop,
And went on building another one.
I remained there all alone,
With dirt in my eyes and hands.
I continued working on a few more
On the shores of timeless sands.
The waves were now the spectators,
Of my tragically hopeless story.
They remained silent, giggled often,
To add to my castle's glory.
To add to my castle's glory...
To add to my castle's glory...
To add to my castle's glory...
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The Awakening
This one goes out to everyone who have had
played a major role in my life. All this while, I have
continuously been meeting people who played their
role in making me what I am. There were people
who told me that 'I can't' and then there were
people who told me that 'I shouldn't'. There were
also the type of people, however very few, who told
me that 'I Should'. To be honest, I somehow
convinced myself to believe that this is the way it
is. I was tired and shattered at times, use to mourn
silently the loss of my precious dreams, but then I
came across another category of people, who
instead of saying anything just lifted me up and
threw me closer to my dreams. The fall, as they
say, is inevitable but somehow my heart says that
they are more than people, for they are my wings
and my reasons to fly away. This one is a tribute
for you and if you are reading it here then you
should know, how grateful I am to you, for the
simple fact that I owe this ‘Awakening’ to you.
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Halfway through the rainbow,
I was told,
That my dreams are fake,
And that there is no pot of gold.
Fluttering my tattered wings,
Picking up all my yesterdays.
Greeting sadness with a smile,
And hoping that it stays.
I looked at my wounded soul.
And I could feel the pain.
Looked back at the blue sky
And wished that I could fly again.
Putting my dreams to eternal rest,
I slipped deeper into my sorrows.
Thought of the colors so vivid,
And wished I'd see more tomorrows.
For what seemed to be the end,
Was just a beginning so new.
For the moments, magic and dreams,
I found my wings again and flew.
The morning clouds and the golden rays,
Someday, I know will be mine.
Across the deadly seas of time,
Someday, I know I'll shine.
Through the darker hues of life,
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