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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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Into The Oblivion

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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...




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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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