Monthly Archives: April 2010


Philosophy is present in our daily lives
Books to be read on our book shelves
Texts to bring a change to this world
Texts full of words our lives of actions

The world runs by what the media says
From the cunning Fox’s to fading Star’s
Their agenda of creating mass hysteria
Us – People prefer to listen to these liars

Earthquakes shatters our homes and people
Illusionists shout ‘Here begins the road to 2012’
Why feed us with negativity for the future?
Concentrate on today, God’s given Present

In the land where they filmed the slums
Children with malnutrition are weaving
Yet, with big smiles we enter Selfridges
Thousands we pay and they pay pennies

Our pathetic politics has zero philosophy
Their drama still brings us hope of change
Claiming democracy, forced to pay taxes
Education a sham, there is still suffering

People perceive what I say as negativity
Negativity bringing positivity for changes
Selfishness does not define people like me
We are striving for a blessed human unity

Rahul N Singh


My body feels like a morgue
Times have become challenging
Loved ones known for deception
Feelings of extreme isolation


Depression hanging above me
Depreciation the cutting remark
Crying floods of painful tears
Drowning in my own sorrows


Intoxicating is my loneliness
Future bleak as darkened clouds
Darkness shadowing my future
Relationships meaning nothing


Faithless partnerships my future
Trust is lost with my confidantes
The closer I get with someone
The quicker I predict dissolution


The cold blocking off warmth
My soul shivering with fear
Insecurity creeping behind me
Digging deep in human debt


No more existing consolidation
No shelter is strong enough
I’m a stranger in my own soul
My future visions me all alone


Rahul N Singh


Here is the first in-depth discussion of a poem. This is my first and most favourite poem so far. I give a few points on each verse and what it makes me feel. Please feel free to add to any points. I love to discuss what it meant to you.

Mysteries eating within me

Breaking bonds, setting me free

I travel to broaden my ignorant mind

The corrupted teach me to be ‘kind’

God is a mysterious force, whether he exists or not, there cannot be a denial that the Entity plays a huge part in our lives. Life is a mystery hence I always associate life with God, we never know what will happen in the next second. Mysteries for me tends to be poverty, famine, economic depression, damaged shelter etc. Therefore, as I become known to these mysteries, I don’t see the world the way it is. I am not associated to society at all. I am sure we all have heard the saying ‘travelling broadens the mind’ as much as that could be debatable, it does allow us to see the horrible aspects of a particular place we visit, even if we are sitting in our five-star hotels. As responsible citizens, we are told to donate money to charities (religious or otherwise), and most likely the money will not even touch the hands of those that are in need of it, instead the money is feeding the charities’ greed.

Town to town, country to country

I contemplate on their ancient histories

Artefacts kept by the rich for the rich

It has my broad mind in a twitch

As the character continues his journey by travelling through each town, city and country, he think about their heritage. We all know how much countries are trying to preserve their heritage, some in liberal ways and some in their own fascist ways. Artefacts can be anything that shows how ‘great’ and ‘regal’ their history is. However, is it really for the country? Do the people of the country have any share in the artefacts? Instead, it is invested into the Governments’ pockets, which supposedly is invested back into the economy to help us survive and not pay for their ‘meaningful’ expenses. This has always confused me, why is the poor staying poor but the rich are staying rich, especially those with power.

My feet set me upon a land of war

People so poor, Oh God my heart tore

Feeling bountiful in knowledge and pocket

Forcing myself to destroy my return ticket

As our countries are all engaging in some sort of war, even war within our own communties. It is the people who are suffering, not those that are rich and powerful. Not those in their secure buildings, those that actually started this war and brought danger to mankind. My heart breaks knowing that due to these unnecessary wars, innocent lives are being lost and less sympathy is given and only enemies and hatred is created. Even if the character has the most expansive knowledge, the fact is that he cannot do anything to help the people who are being destroyed, his riches cannot stop the war, no matter how unjust it is. It would give anyone a moment to think, do I help those that are hurt and in pain? Do I help those recover with my knowledge and money, and give it directly into the hands of the ones in need?

I sleep on this tough and dusty desert

My head crushing with this hurt

I walked slowly up to a child, so pure

Fear in her eyes, thinking more torture

Imagine sleeping in a war-torn country as one of the natives. Sleeping on the hard floor because their homes have been blasted by the hate of the opposition. The pain from it would crush not only the head physically but will also hurt our ego and our comfort. Imagine walking upto a child and all she is thinking that, you are a foreigner and you will bring her pain? Would you be able to cope with that associated fear? Yet, without mercy, we shoot them with our imported bullets and disastrous explosives. Thanks to politics increasing threats of war, we have the future generation living in fear in every country. No country is safe.

The West poisoned their moral idealism

With the nefarious nature of capitalism

The child, she ran but with a warning

The West’s back on their spree of stealing

Once we set foot on an unknown country, we have this mentality that we know what life is about and we impose it on those who seem ‘lower’ than us. We call them backwards and show them the riches, that actually depress us. Do we really want to give them happiness or are we really luring them into depression?Now a child, if she knows of our past, our empires stealing their riches and taking it back, while we grant them ‘freedom’ do you think she is going to be ignorant towards it? She is free from the conformity of the State, that has invaded her freedom. She knows she will not be rich anymore and freedom is not going to be granted. Independence is a sham.

Within a flashed moment, I felt so profane

Their precious land destroyed by my cranes

My dignity freezing me in this damaged place

Empty pockets not funding my feeble escape

A flashed moment is an air strike and suddenly, the character feels that all the knowledge and wisdom gained from the religious texts mean nothing. What is holy or religious about killing innocent people? What is religious about invading land that is not ours? Suddenly, we are digging their grounds for our riches and pleasure. However, the character in this poem, who is telling us the story, we can see has given his money to the poor and in a moment of seeing destruction, he feels a moment of weakness and wants to leave. However, he has enough dignity and respect for the people, he has befriended, to stay with them. It keeps him locked there.

I live with the people, within this war

Till one day, I couldn’t believe what I saw

The dropping missile of silence, exploding

My body in a box, is the way I’m returning

The last verse shows how the character is living with the people, he is a part of their culture and their ways. He has not imposed his beliefs on them. If he was a threat, he wouldn’t be welcomed. This shows us that maybe we shouldn’t be so intolerant in seeing ‘different’ human beings around us. Then with upgraded technology making its tests, a missile hits the town in which he is living in and that is it. He is destroyed. A young man, who came as a regular traveller, got trapped in a sudden war and now is dead due to these very bombs which could be of his own country. Despite being good and siding with the people, he suffered the price of the corrupted politicians and their idiocy. Despite his body in the box returning to the country, we see that in this unknown country, he found his freedom from society. He gained knowledge into the truth.

This is the horror of today’s reality, people and their prophecies of a damaged future is killing us. People claiming the end of the human race is killing us. If we collectively wanted to make a change, instead of talking about how the world is going to be destroyed, maybe we should save the world from this. It is easy to sit down and claim the world is going to end but just remember, your life will end with it. So put a stop to it. Atleast try, and atleast if you die helping those in need, you died with a cause. You die as a true martyr.

Rahul N Singh


Mysteries eating within me
Breaking bonds, setting me free
I travel to broaden my ignorant mind
The corrupted teach me to be ‘kind’

Town to town, country to country
I contemplate on their ancient histories
Artefacts kept by the rich for the rich
It has my broad mind in a twitch

My feet set me upon a land of war
People so poor, Oh God my heart tore
Feeling bountiful in knowledge and pocket
Forcing myself to destroy my return ticket

I sleep on this tough and dusty desert
My head crushing with this hurt
I walked slowly up to a child, so pure
Fear in her eyes, thinking more torture

The West poisoned their moral idealism
With the nefarious nature of capitalism
The child, she ran but with a warning
The West’s back on their spree of stealing

Within a flashed moment, I felt so profane
Their precious land destroyed by my cranes
My dignity freezing me in this damaged place
Empty pockets not funding my feeble escape

I live with the people, within this war
Till one day, I couldn’t believe what I saw
The dropping missile of silence, exploding
My body in a box, is the way I’m returning


Welcome to the personal website of Rahul N Singh.

What is to be expected? Poetry to unravel the topics that reach deep inside our souls. Thoughts that reveal themselves in our minds and make us wonder of our identity. The process in where my poems start is to unravel a mystery that resides within me. Also, it is more of a journal of my thoughts. With each poem I will write and have written, it may have important links with my personality and the world that surrounds me.

Lets see it like this. I will post a poem for you and you can read it. Give it some thought, gather and groom some perspectives. Yes, I want something thought-provoking. Something that will not make me and you think but a whole community to think.

After a couple of days, I will offer my points to form a discussion on the poem I wrote. The thought process starts with what each line means to me and relate it to the world around us. Any topic can be related to it, this is where every thought can be full of energy.

I believe that many of us keep in so many thoughts and sometimes we need a platform to release those thoughts. Especially writers, we are told to write a diary everyday and to release all those unnecessary thoughts for more refined ones to appear. For this process, the need for Microsoft Word is no longer needed because Twitter has changed all that. Where anything can be written and accepted and I believe a writer’s job has been made easier that way.

Creativity has no limits. The time it is given a limit then you can assure yourself that the creative spark in you will not illumine the light it used to. The fact is, offensive words are offensive for those who conform to similar thought processes. If you like political incorrectness and like the freedom of thought then do follow me on Twitter. Life is not about being serious, in fact we should laugh about life. Use different platforms for different aspects of your personality. Showcase yourself to the world, so the world can embrace the beauty of your thoughts.

I will see you in a few days with a poem I have written before and then we shall start!

Take care and lots of love

Rahul



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