One Lovely Poem…


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”.

Ashish Kumar

The Bleed


Tears coming from the eyes.

Making the way to survive.

Moving slowly across the face.

Trying to capture the entire space.

Mirror image of emotions displayed.

The droplets of water reflected.

Trust broke; betrayal came at sudden stroke.

Living in disguise there was demise of hope.

Poor mind stopped to think.

Ultimately came to stand still.

Body shivered, heart cried.

To accompany, no one ever tried.

Thinking on what was the deed.

Saw only bleed, bleed.

Is crying was really a need?

Visible was only bleed, bleed.

Is anything left for greed?

Present was only bleed, bleed.

The bleed…

Which nobody wants as part of their need.

bleed

– Ashish Kumar