Surface of Illusion…


In the playground full of noise and crowd.

Unpleasant experience coming all around.

Passing the buck is so common now.

Everyone pretends to be perfect now.

What make them perfect is an illusion.

Perfection comes from introspection.

Self-claim is the new phenomenon.

I am right always…

You are wrong always…

I know everything…

You know nothing…

What makes them so confident?

It can be…

A hollow surface of illusion.

Surrounded by…

Barking words and fake illustration.

Having their feet above air,

Seems they reside in exosphere.

Once they fall,

They may fall inside earth’s inner core.

Rising above that is not possible.

As entire life, they did which was not feasible.

World is surrounded by such illusionary people.

Such illusion is an illusion.

Reality is different.

As…

Those who pretends to know everything knows nothing.

-Ashish Kumar

Hunch


Opened eyes with some hope.
With sign of having a positive course.
Looking inside for a while,
Do I have a remorse?
Culprit of common criticism.
It is a cynicism.
Fake suggestions and cacophony surrounded.
Forbidding them as they were counterfeited.
Took a pause and moved on.
My inner light was on.
No one can snatch my own self.
Being made of rock stone shed.
But one thought always taunts.
Barking people surrounded everywhere.
People are becoming “vulture”?
Is it real or a hunch? 

- Ashish Kumar

Born Player…


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During the golden period of life.

We normally enjoy being survived.

Even though we are not good.

We pretend to act being good.

The question arises…

What is good and when it is good?

Trying to find the answer.

We are trapped in our own mind.

Why this happens?

Answer is yet to be found.

A simple try to go…

Deep inside the heart.

Where we need to interact.

Diving the midst of our soul.

We should try to burn all memories which were foul.

Life has several layers.

We are a born player.

Sometime lost and sometimes won.

Losing does not ends the zeal.

Life is real and not a reel.

Good and bad memories will come.

Introspection too needs to be done,

to find the real “me”.

Residing inside “me’.

As nothing lasts forever.

You are a born player.

We are a born player.

  • Ashish Kumar

Vicious cycle…



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Moments of few praise and frequent sorrow.
Life sometimes seems to be hollow.
In the cycle of sunset and sunrise.
Life is offering more setbacks than rise.
Storm of darkness laid here and there.
Finding ray of light nowhere.
Falling into the pit several times.
Struggling to get the perfect time.
Unable to find the existence in life.
Seems I am entering into a trap.


The doors of happiness been locked so far.
Relief from sorrow appears too far.
A question comes in my mind.
If I have entered the vicious cycle of pain?
As the sorrow comes like rain.
Often make me think, is it my folio?
Or life is a loss-making portfolio?
The question still comes.
If I have entered the vicious cycle of pain?
As the sorrow comes like rain.
Sorrow comes like rain.

– Ashish Kumar

Shadow Followed…



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Story which started but never kicked off.
Suddenly, it was closed without a full stop.
Leaving the canvass with sheds of grief.
You landed in your place of dream.
Shadow followed you, nor do I.
As I saw the sun with open eyes.
I did burn as the ray was intense.
Writhed in agony, my eyes became red.
Sanitizing the eyes, I left the place.
Planting a new world in my space.
But…
Shadow followed you, nor do I.
As I sowed the seeds, which won’t die…

– Ashish Kumar