Joy turning to overjoy. Overjoy leading to false commitments. Excitement tarnishing the realism. Politeness turning to arrogance. Jokes turning to taunts and comments. Suggestions turning to criticism. Creativity leading to dogmatism. Comparison leading to frustration. Lack of materialistic assets leading to depression. Real truth never explored and experienced. What soul teaches never understood. Rather developed a layer created by “own-self”. Pride turning to vanity. Have you ever experienced above? These are symptoms of immaturity. These are symptoms of immaturity. - Ashish Kumar
Long journey came to an end. Showcasing revealed at the end. Moment of joy followed by sorrow. Body and heart became hollow. Disease of trust rests uncured. As betrayal continued its go. Insane actions with thorny words. Situation was out of control. Changing colours like chameleon. He was a moron. Fake expression and always lied. A deceiver was sitting beside. Doing all in the name of a supporter. He turned out to be a traitor. Realization came too late. As the damage was already made. Life taught a good lesson. Trusting should be a cautious lesson. Deceiver do not come with prior notice. As they always pretend to be supportive. They always pretend to be supportive. - Ashish Kumar
Weird and annoyed of this torture.
Fading away the present and future.
Useless and false sympathy everytime.
Real faces appeared fake in trying time.
Surrounded by dark intentions every side.
They are always ready to attack.
Standing in the centre of the battle playground.
I am building the ground.
Cutting the thorns of life.
I am sowing the seeds of life.
Life without purpose is meaningless.
People play with emotions seamless.
Truth buried and falsification surpassed.
Faces are counterfeit while truth lies in their inside.
One truth lies inside us too.
Identifying that is what we must do.
Inner strength is the power to tackle all worries.
When worries also worry to come and let us worry.
This fear is good.
Achieved by inner strength and soul try.
Worry should worry to let us worry.
Worry should worry to let us worry.
I started to write one lovely poem. Filled with emotions and romanticism. Some sorts of sorrow, grief and hope. Covering the battle of tragedy and scope. Love and betrayal back-to-back with storm. Transformation from being feeble to strong. Lovely days along with lovely memories. The poem had all sorts of stories. Trust, understanding being pillars of relations. The poem covered all sorts of relations. Life struggle, thoughts and imagination. The poem dealt with all trying situation. Well crafted words and easily relatable. Poem described life was not much profitable. Each phases had its own story. The poem was a poem, not a story. Simple, short and understandable. The poem was little bit emotional. Writing one lovely poem continues. As that poem was never complete. I wrote another lovely poem. I am presenting that one lovely poem. You are reading that “One Lovely Poem”.
A building made by immense struggle and effort. That collapsed due to a sudden storm. Collecting the pieces of the collapsed structure. I lost my own mind and the body structure. The language and gesture all went in vain. At a sudden surprise, I was left in pain. I didn’t cry but tears fell. The tree I planted ultimately fell. In the narrow passage of my heart, there was a hope. Searching for the way to convert that hope into a scope. Loads of loads of trouble were in the queue. Not aware whether this was a never ending queue. The journey which I started from the bottom of my heart. That came to an end which left my heart with loads of hurt. I enjoyed that moment a lot. As I have to build another plot. The plot with more immune capacity. That is capable of holding any tragedy. Hoping to get all is well. I didn’t cry but tears fell. Because… The tree I planted ultimately fell. The tree I planted ultimately fell.