…TEARS, TEARS, TEARS…


Tears, tears, tears.
Flowing like shower.
I am loosing my power.
Want to battle with someone.
Also want support of someone.

Tears, tears, tears.
Covering all my body parts.
Slowly and slowly cracking my body parts.
Want some explanation from that person.
I was having too much faith on that person.

Tears, tears, tears.
Making a big river.
To go in that i need
the help of a diver.
Want to know only the reason for neglecting me.
I can also live without him and that is the strength of me.
– by ASHISH KUMAR

…I FEAR OF SAYING…


Going for a faithful journey.
I am afraid of some tragedy.
Moving towards my ambition.
I am having some tension.

Deleting few of my all time “likes”.
Accepting few that i always used to “dislike”.
Feeling very much excited.
Don’t want to recall those memories which were haunted.

I have faith that she will accept my proposal.
I also believe that she will not convert it into disposal.
Afraid of saying her.
Getting feared of loosing her.

I don’t know whether she will accept me or not.
Whether she will be a reason for me to “live” or not.
But i really want her.
Also fear of saying her.

That fear has compelled me to wait for an year.
But it is also true that “I FEAR OF SAYING” her…

– by ASHISH KUMAR

…I AM ALONE…


I am alone.
Moving in an undefined path.
Don’t know the end.
Covering endless distance.

I am alone.
Feeling helpless.
Waiting for some to be close with me.
Don’t know when he/she will come.

I am alone.
Residing in darkness.
Meeting with unwanted people.
Working for them.

I am alone.
Want some relief.
Want some to whom i should believe.
Want some for whom i should live.

But for the present…
“I AM ALONE!”

-by ASHISH KUMAR

CHILD AND PARENTS


When a child is born he cries,
after somedays he smiles,
his father and relatives gives him toys,
with these toys the baby enjoys,
it gives pleasure in everybody eyes.

Days pass and he go to school.
He studies, plays and make friends there.
Parents spent their all to fulfill child’s desires.
That desire may be big or small.
But for that moment…
Does child thinks his desire is reliable or not?
Does he think to fulfill his desire is their parents are supressing their hopes or not?
Does his parents are capable or not???

For the child parents are their GOD!
For the child parents are their LORD!
For the child parents must be ABOVE ALL!
But how many child thinks their parents are their GOD, LORD and ABOVE ALL???
In return parents only wants love.
The pain his mother suffered for 9 months.
The milk he drunk when he was born.

“WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME?” is the general return from the child…
He forgets the 9 months pain in less than 9 seconds.
He forgets the story that his mother used to say when he sleep.
He forgets the day when even a smsll cut worried their parents how much.
The child changes his mind rapidly like a chamelion changes his colour.
He doesn’t care for their parents heart.
He doesn’t care for their parents thoughts.
He don’t want to give even a sweet smile as it is shame for him.
AND FINALLY…

Parents become helpless, hopeless, motionless, dreamless, sleepless, thoughtless and their life become “SWEETLESS.”
WHY THIS IS HAPPENING IN PRESENT WORLD?????????
– by ASHISH KUMAR

MY BROKEN HEART


When that day will come when i will smile again.
When that night will come when i will sleep again.
When that time will come when i will be charm again.

But for the moment…
I am bleeding, crying,dying and moving in darkness from where i don’t when i will come up.
I am fighting an unwilling battle and i am afraid of its result.
My all the parts are shivering, becoming painless, motionless and asking only “what was my fault???”

But i still hope for the day when she will come and accept me.
I still hope for the day when she will underatand me.
I still hope for the day when she will feel oroud of me.
I still hope for the day when she will have sympathy for me.
But i NEVER WANT ANY DAY WHEN SHE WILL CRY “BECAUSE OF ME.”
– by ASHISH KUMAR

“WHY? WHY? WHY?”


I am bleeding but i can’t see my blood.
I am crying but i can’t see my tears.
I am burning but i can’t see my ash.
I am fighting but i can’t see my enemy.
I am dying but i can’t see my body.

In this big world why she left me alone.
Leaving my broken heart breaking my bone.
In this life why didn’t she came in my arm.
Cutting my hopes burning my charm.
In this time why she made my night sleepless.
Crushing my dreams making my life sweetless.

I can say that “my heart was taken by her, used by her and now it is in pieces because of her.”

I only ask “WHY? WHY? WHY?”
– by ASHISH KUMAR

…MY INNER FEELINGS…


Why i always cry for others who never cries for me.

Why i always think for others who never thinks for me.

Why i always care for others who never cares for me.

Why i always help others who will never help me.

Why i always die for others who will never ever die for me.

My feelings have no sense and my tears costs only one pence.

My sentiments have no respect and thats why i am imperfect.

I have no heart and thats why i always get hurt.

I make others laugh and thats why i can’t laugh.

I make others courageous and thats why i am disastrous.

I make others life cheerful and thats why i am shameful.

My words are capable of cutting darkness and thats why my life is becoming sweetless.

– by ASHISH KUMAR