Rain of Pain…


Burnt due to ignition source.
Became flammable in due course.
Heat emanating from the soul and the body.
Burnt all past and furious memories.
Good gesture was deprived and destroyed.
I saw ghosts chanting prayers in the night.
Cool was the weather of my soul.
Till it was ignited by the foul.
Many experiments had destroyed my real essence.
I really feel shame on my presence.
Entire surrounding was soothing and charming.
Then suddenly came the Global warming.
Experiments after experiments destroyed my long sleep.
Be it national, international or nuclear.
I finally woke up from my sleep.
Mankind had made this place a hell.
Let me show them what really is hell.
Flood, drought, untimely rain and many more.
It’s just the beginning, there are many more.
They fight for land, money and power.
Let me really show my power.
Landslides, earthquake of high severity.
You won’t be able to count its frequency.
This is me who you destroyed.
I am the “Nature” because of whom you survived.
When I get angry, a bad thing happens.
You will pay for all your deeds.
Be it morning, evening, day or night.
My anger is travelling with speed of light.
Enough indication was given to stop the nuisance.
On the contrary, you continued your nuisance.
This is me which you call “Nature”.
I gave you enough pleasure.
Its time to convert pleasure into pain.
Be ready to enjoy the “rain of pain.”
Be ready to enjoy the “rain of pain.”

– Ashish Kumar

Coming Tornado


Miffed with the unexpected battle.
I landed in the path of unrealized trouble.
Nature was cool with its weather.
I was facing the breeze of debacle.
Moving in the no man’s land.
I reached the land of sand.
No ray was able to motivate.
It was difficult to plant and cultivate.
Challenge and trouble came back to back.
Nothing was left while I looked back.
I didn’t cried but tears came slowly.
I started to make new path of my journey.
Barren land doesn’t give fruitful results.
Life is full of twisted results.
Challenge lies in the heart and mind.
Accept it and don’t mind.
Life may be sometimes barren.
Convert it into a terrain.
This is what t I realized from the fiasco.
I started with full dedication…
And didn’t stop from the coming tornado.
Didn’t stop from the coming tornado.

– Ashish Kumar

One has to go


Sooner or later, one has to go.
Why to waste time to satisfy useless ego?
Live and let live should be the motto.
Powered by motivation and inspiration, one should go.
Love the beauty of nature which is ultimate.
Learn from nature as it is your mate.
Death is the ultimate truth.
Accept it and don’t lie.
Why to fear as we have to die.

Body is waste after death.
Good deeds are the only thing left.
The return of your deeds will pay you one day.
Sooner or later you will enjoy that day.
Life is short and uncertain.
Good deeds will be remembered for certain.
Stay positive, focused and then grow.
Sooner or later, you will glow.
Love life and enjoy every moment.
Every moment is indeed a present.
As…
Sooner or later, one has to go.
Why to waste time to satisfy useless ego?

– Ashish Kumar

An Incomplete Poem


One day I thought of writing a poem.
After a big gap of many months.
Thought came and so do words.
I tried to pen down my words.
Mind was full of feelings and emotions.
I was trying to portray my inner situation.
Blurred in the midst of day and night.
I was writing the journey of my life.

Moving the pen slowly on the paper.
I started to describe my feelings on paper.
The journey which was belligerent and haunted.
Made me to write which needs to be trusted.
I gave my all effort to depict the suffering.
Slowly tears came while recalling.
During the course of the ups and downs.
I did have nervous breakdown.
Relationships became trading port.
I was left without any support.
Recalling those memoirs while writing.
My hand and brain were shivering.
I took a break for a while.
Hoping to smile while I write.

Couple of hours passed and I sat again to write.
Moving into deep of my heart to portray that drive.
Powerful emotions and strong words were chosen.
Unable to phrase the sentence, the poem was left open.
The poem was incomplete and I was shocked.
Made me to realize, I entered the writer’s block.
Feelings, emotions and scenes everything I have selected.
The poem which I started to write never completed.
I look towards my literary piece of work.
Hoping to complete that work.
As I started to write and complete the poem.
Made me to feel, it’s an incomplete poem.

 – Ashish Kumar

Glass of wine…



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Blinking of your beautiful eyes.

Makes me to feel you like.

You are unique amongst all.

Waiting for your call.

The day when you will be mine.

I will celebrate with a glass of wine.

Your eyes says everything.

But…

Your mouth says nothing.

You hesitate to interact.

I love to be in your contact.

Sensation of your love is flowing everywhere.

I’m waiting to catch you here.

Residing beside your smiling face.

I want to be the perfect match of your face.

The day when you will be my dear.

We will celebrate with a pint of beer.

You know how much I care for you.

Everytime just praying for you.

I remember the moment when you were thirsty.

Providing you a bottle of whiskey.

True love is what I can offer.

You need to accept my offer.

You are waiting and so do I.

Let’s tie the knot before I die.

Oh dear…

You are unique amongst all.

I am waiting for your call.

The day when you will be mine.

I will celebrate with a glass of wine.

We will celebrate with a glass of wine.

Ashish Kumar

Dawn to dusk…


Coming from dawn to dusk.

Life seems sometimes like dust.

Few incidents have ever lasting impact.

It’s difficult to keep things intact.

What to do and what not?

How to remove the challenging knot?

Twists and turns are coming around.

Choice has to be made…

Either to face or leave the ground.

Quiting is not the solution it seems.

Better to face it to fulfill the dream.

Darkness will be here and there.

Light will definitely emerge somewhere.

Once decided, better to go ahead.

Not required to waste time by scratching the head.

What will happen will happen.

This doesn’t make life misshapen.

Consistent effort is required from dawn to dusk.

That will eradicate the dust.

While facing the struggles and challenges.

One may think of losing the patience.

And life may seems like dust.

Consistent effort is required from dawn to dusk.

That will eradicate the dust.

Ashish Kumar

What should I do?


Tired of these endless game.
I don’t have any shame.
I reside in darkness.
I eat fruits which are sweetless.
Becoming slowly and slowly frustrated.
My mind is irritated.

My pain is severe.
I am having fever.
I have no strength left for fight.
When I will be again delight?
Hoping for that moment to come soon.
I am waiting for that noon.
But for the present, “WHAT SHOULD I DO ???”

Ashish Kumar