Rubble trouble

Idly  sat with a hypnotizing

smile amidst the rubble trouble,

unshaken by the bawl of

the panicking crowd, neither

by the frenzy earth,enlightened.

Silent prayers of  the poor

animals heard eventually

at the alter for blood sacrifice,

were God’s bribed in crimson

since decades for human prosperity.

Undeterred by the trouble,still they

lit a lamp wiping the blood spilled

during the holy human sacrifice

by the nature, to please the unknown,

belief’s  conned again in fear and greed .

Valiantly she gathered the intact

bricks and rocks to erect her castle

of clouds over the wobbly terrain

filled with rickety bones of left over

after the creepy crawly’s mega-festival.

About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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4 Responses to Rubble trouble

  1. Dear Poetess Piusha Singh,

    After the greetings,

    Since long time, your break a silence through a misty poem, I think poetry is not always meant for ease. I think it is not always meant for comfort, and while these things should of course be considerations for new readers,

    This poem need to be included in the category of ” Misty “scribbling which is similar to that of a prevailing group of Chinese writings who had reacted against the restrictions on art during the cultural revolutions, They are so named because their work has been officially denounced as “obscure”, “misty”, or “hazy” poetry.

    A grateful heart is a commencement of greatness. It is an expression of humbleness. It is a foundation for the development of such virtues as prayer, faith, courage, contentment, happiness, love, and well-being. You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or serve them, for I the Lord your God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and the fourth generation of those who hate me, You shall not make idols for yourselves or erect an image or pillar, and you shall not set up a figured stone in your land to bow down to it, for I am the Lord your God. Th image along with the verse is superb, my congrats to you, as I could only post appreciations through these pages, and and not by any other means all other windows are currently being shut down due to your involvement in the professional work

    Please accept my applause for sharing a great write to us, may God bless,


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  2. Honorable Poetess Piusha Singh,

    Inspired by the above of your verse, let me scribble few lines as a matter of respect and regards to you,

    When my spiritual wife pray for this life not to end,
    I shall love her back on how the years were spend,
    Weeping on my failures, rejoicing on my success,
    Wondering if I could have loved her more or less,
    Would I preferred still more sun-rays and less rain,
    Would I grab more passionate bliss or lovely pain?
    Would I sacrifice for more affection, and less tear?
    Walking across the life’s boarder lines without fear
    Regards & Love

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    • Piusha Singh says:

      Dear friend Williams ji,it’s always an honor for me to get kind remarks.And very glad to read above verses,this image is really interesting,as i felt it as a biggest joke on man by man,I don’t believe in a God who will punish or is jealous,neither in an old man or woman nor in any superstitious rituals by the cults,let it be sacrificing an animal,bird or human nor in bribing the church ,temple,mosque or gurudwara by money nor by sponsoring a festival. I m not an atheist nor a theists.Just a believer in humanity.
      Thanks a million once again for your appreciations and time.
      Love and regards.


  3. Honorable Poetess Piusha Singh,

    My poem was just a scribbling done casually; and this has nothing to do with the poem you posted, To me, sometimes Poets or poems inspire, it all depends on our moods, to write or not to write, hope you are fine and doing well at your end.

    Regarding the theme of your poem, though it looks like an old concept, your way of presentation is excellent. When I myself look into the history of what we know about the world, I see a obvious blueprint. Unusual explanations of things have been replacing supernatural explanations of them. Why the Sun rises and sets, where thunder and lightning come from. Why people get sick. Why people look like their parents. How the complexity of life came into being. I could go on and on.
    All these things were once explained by religion. But as we understood the world better, and learned to observe it more carefully, the explanations based on religion were replaced by ones based on physical cause and effect ultimately.

    Sure, people come up with new supernatural “explanations” for stuff all the time. But explanations with evidence? Carefully gathered, patiently tested, and rigorously reviewed evidence? Internally consistent evidence? Large amounts of it, from many different sources?, but of no use and to the satisfaction of individual arguments on the subject of existence of God and Goddess ,
    Regards & Love

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