Srishti Singh

"A City Beyond Time''

In Kashi, even time seems to slow,
through ancient lanes where old stories flow.
The Ganga carries whispers of the Past,
while golden morning stretches vast.

At dawn, temple bells begin to sing,
and the river holds the light of everything.
By evening, a thousand diyas shine,
Floating softly on the sacred tide.

Through narrow lanes of mystery and age,
every wall seems to remember another page.
Here, the past and present gently meet,
while every step feels strangely complete.

Kashi is more than a place we see,
it is a feeling that quietly lives within me.
And perhaps that is its deepest art -
you may leave Kashi, but it never
leaves your heart.

"A City Beyond Time''

In Kashi, even time seems to slow,
through ancient lanes where old stories flow.
The Ganga carries whispers of the Past,
while golden morning stretches vast.

At dawn, temple bells begin to sing,
and the river holds the light of everything.
By evening, a thousand diyas shine,
Floating softly on the sacred tide.

Through narrow lanes of mystery and age,
every wall seems to remember another page.
Here, the past and present gently meet,
while every step feels strangely complete.

Kashi is more than a place we see,
it is a feeling that quietly lives within me.
And perhaps that is its deepest art -
you may leave Kashi, but it never
leaves your heart.

                                 I

STRETCHING eyes west
Over the sea,
Wind foul or fair,
Always stood she
Prospect-impressed;
Solely out there
Did her gaze rest,
Never elsewhere
Seemed charm to be.

                                 II

Always eyes east
Ponders she now—
As in devotion—
Hills of blank brow
Where no waves plough.
Never the least
Room for emotion
Drawn from the ocean
Does she allow.

The Sun pours gold upon the waking earth
  And makes the hills and valleys ring with glee,
Brings fruits and flowers to their joyous birth,
  And paints strange colors on the foaming sea.
The Moon, with quivering wand of silver-white,
  Calls forth the fairies to their circling dance,
Bids lovers seek their never old delight,
  And fills the air with perfume of romance.
Yet, Sun, thy glory passes with the day,
  And Moon, the dawn destroys thy loveliness;
But thou, sweet Star o’ Love, wilt shine alway,
  Nor night nor day can make thy splendor less.
Fade, lordly Sun, and Moon, forget to shine,
Since thy white wonder, Star o’ Love, is mine!

Mine is a body that should die at sea!
  And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
  All the water that is under the wave!

And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
  Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh,--
  Not wait till I've been dead for a year!

World full of people,
but none like you.
Your space never filled.
Him, family, friends,
searching every corner i could.
Foolish of me to believe,
i'd find a love like yours.
Never valued you when you were here,
and now as every day passes 
the pain just keeps building up.
Did stupid things to feel better,
but only made it worse.
They say "you will forget as time passes"
but only we know how it really feels.
Hating shopping because 
its always a mother and daughter thing.
Realizing everyday how it would all be better with you here.
Neither would he have suffered nor would I.
Its empty, the house is empty.
So is the heart and mind.
Not knowing what to do and how to live,
we still manage to push ourselves day and night.

When someone looks up and admires 
The majestic beauty that often gets ignored 
Because of its dull and sometimes crimson light

They can see a light that opens
Up a door for more and more
To be revealed and to be loved
One has to be noticed

But then of course
How is it that one can be noticed
When lights have been dimmed around them

It's the inside of one's own struggling heart
That screams like all the rest
For some sort of recognition

And my what a treasure its glorious light can be 
If a body only takes some time
To love the moon night by night
And see its beauty in the eyes of eternity