Tuesday, 14 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Cocoons



Cocoons



Cocoons of lame minds
brooding invariably,in
this fragmentary world
of you and me,I saw them
alive amid the bubbles
of pulsating sanctuaries.
Deep sighs averted them
from suffocating within
the wrap of covetous emotions.
Blazing eyes  endured  the swaddled
to peddle into portions of Kismet.



 By

Poetess Piusha Singh


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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
 APPRECIATE AND REVIEW 
PIUSHA SINGH'S  POEM





 BETWEEN THE LINES

This has reference to the above verse from the golden pen of honorable poetess Piusha Singh,
Above poem of honorable Poetesss Piusha Singh’s Poem carry an excellent title, very meaningful and symbolic in literature, especially in poetry. Cocoon is a protective case of silk or similar fibrous material spun by the larvae of moths and certain other insects as a cover for the pupa. The interesting story is that during the process it has oftentimes been said that the most beautiful butterflies have actually emerged from the ugliest Cocoons. For this reason, many people consider the process of the Cocoon to be a miracle of nature itself. This is very symbolic, but this could have been made bit more poetic by tailoring other natural images and vision, 
still this is excellent, short and cute.
The life cycle of butterflies and moths has been used in many cultures to represent many things. The hatching from the egg is the equivalent of human birth. The caterpillar represents the stage of life; the lowly “worm” waiting for a transformation, just as we await our reward in an afterlife. Basically, they are nothing more than a protective casing that is around an insect. This is made of either silk or some other similar fibrous material that is then spun around the insect during their pupal stage, which is the life stage of an insect that is undergoing transformation.
Though, we get only one or two poems from Poetess Piusha, it is worth reading and enjoying, She is intelligent, thoughtful and elegant, please accept my applause, keep writing more and more, May God Bless,
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Piusha Singh's poem
COOCOONS
 translated to Malayalam by
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Monday, 13 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: profile


  • As a futile writer and reader,I have a child hidden with in me stubborn and curious, since years which kept me exploring the new boundaries, pushing the envelop of fear and ignorance.It’s a simple way to express about myself but when i start to analyze about me, i become more complex, as I never thought i would be fascinated by the world of writing.In my wildest dream i never thought of becoming a writer but since i started enjoying the trance of writing,I realized how mysteriously creative and addictive it is. Still on a quest to understand the real me hidden or forgotten by me on planet earth.My professional life of nursing and my passion of writing and reading are two extremes but somewhere it collides as i see floating slabs of life histories around me.
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    me@piushasingh.org

Sunday, 5 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: " I "


 " I "


I see you in love,

realizing this transient

sail of us in this frame,

you gaze my skin

 in lust,which 

i shed religiously

year after year,
disguising playing
a game of hide
and seek. 
Admire me with
closed eyes ,in
that darkness,
knock my inner
sanctum,relying

only in my true 
self,I exist beyond
your sensory boundaries.

As I am a reflection 
of me and you.


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I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Kamasutra


Kamasutra


Honey drenching from our lips licking each lobes 
gently,energy surging through our veins,heat 
building tempting us in jelling our ravenous
bodies,letting no air in between,
nibbling your lips in hunger
letting tongue to dig in 
each corners entwining
in ecstasy,bodies
trembling in lust
your hands feeling my 
curves crushing each angles
letting me groan for more,your
hands playing with my breasts,
we snacking each others ears ,neck,
bruising the skin imprinting us in as each
others forever,my hands drawing maps of
 love on your back,as you let your man feel 
my deep caves with in,immersing in lusty rain.
In ecstasy ,transforming into kamasutra sculptures
,moaning in deep passion,merging our breaths in rhythm
,our tired bodies laying contently caressing each others,my
 head resting on your chest listening to the longed rhythms 
 of my anima,uniting our souls in radiance of true love forevermore.
BY
POETESS PIUSHA SINGH

{Forever in love with you, Shona}

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