Walking in the streets of life…


Walking in the streets of life.
Never found a reason to survive.
Ups and downs came frequently.
I lost my momentum suddenly.
Hoping everything to be fine someday.
I started to live in disguise everyday.
Gone are the days when I used to smile.
At a sudden, started to give fake smile.

Heart wrenched and trust broke.
At that moment I lost all the hope.
During the midst of day and night.
I was looking for a ray of light.
Gave all my effort whenever required.
Never got what I always deserved and desired.
Leaving all these in the buried part of the heart.
That left me in the situation with hurted heart.

Life is full of ups and downs.
Without struggle one can’t get a crown.
I have fallen and fought the situation.
Now its time to create a new option.
A journey to reach a new destination.
With more confidence and positive determination.
Although the chances are few.
As…
Walking in the streets of life.
Never found a reason to survive.

Ashish Kumar

Do we really need to know…


In every sense of mine you are there.
Living in your heart I am here.
Your smile is very delicate.
Just wondering, sometimes why you hate?
You gave me the meaning of life.
With you I always enjoy the life.
People say you are in love.
Not aware whether both of us are in love.
Neither I know nor you know.
Let it remain the same.
You understand me and I do the same.
Is is love or not?
Do we really need to know?
You cares for me the most.
I care for you the most.
Trust and understanding binds us together.
Happily we will live forever.
You reside in my heart.
Don’t worry I will never make you hurt.
You assisted me the time when I was alone.
Together we will never be alone.
You know I know.
Is it love or not?
Do we really need to know?

– Ashish Kumar

Perception about writers…


Hello  to all my bloggers and writers and to all who are reading this post. There is a question which often comes in my mind that why people think writer’s are unconventional and not normal. Most of the times I have seen people commenting about the writers ability to write and convey their thoughts. Or better to say they simply conclude that “writers are mad”. 😦 Are we really ???

Being myself a writer I can feel this kind of thoughts coming from those group of people who are non-writers. The question is how and why they perceive like this? I think if I am able to write something apart from academics work , it is an extra talent which I posses. This perception can be easily observed and I think you might have felt the same at some point in life. It is a kind of startling perception.

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One reason can be they are jealous that how he/she is able to write while doing other task as well. 🙂 Those who write they only know how much effort and dedication is required in writing which include fiction, short stories, poems, articles etc. What to include and what not to include in the posr? Is the post can be related to those who are reading ? Also those criticize writers they forget that they too are reading something either in books, internet or newspapers, novels  etc which are also being composed by non other than writers itself. I have been also criticized by many like “Kya likhte rehta hai… koi kaam nahi hai kya? (What you are always writng… Don’t have any other work?) ” 

I tell you the reason why I write. I write because I love to do so and I hope most of the writers write because of the same. It is the passion which keeps on growing  which results into creation of new posts.  I have written a poem summarizing about why people write. You can read that poem titled Why do I write?  So whats your take on perception about writer’s? Share your views in the form of comments…

– Ashish Kumar

Hi to Good Bye…


You came suddenly in my life.
Giving me a reason to survive.
I always enjoyed your presence.
Neither of us gave a sign of negligence.
I always scared to express my feelings.
Losing you will have no meaning.
You are the strength for mine.
Either in day or night.
You are mine.

Your expression always offers a proposal.
Not aware whether is this my proposal?
I have accepted you from bottom of my heart.
Praying always I should not get hurt.
Your lips always murmurs to say.
Let it come out, please convey.
You are the strength of mine.
Either in day or night.
You are mine.

One day I said “Hi.”
You ran away blinking your eyes.
Murmuring something you came back.
Suddenly said me ,“Good Bye.”
I was shocked and surprised.
As there was no reason to rise.
Neither me nor you thought to express.
That landed both becoming depressed.
Your eyes were watery which I never desired.
For you I always cried.
I never came to know what was my deed.
From inside and outside.
I did bleed.
Thought of having an infinite journey.
Again I landed in a tragedy.
Time changed.
You were the strength of mine.
But now you are not mine.
“Hi” turning into “Good Bye.”
Heart cried and tears fell.
Without you.
How can I be well?

leave-alone

– Ashish Kumar

Battle with joy


Life has many things to offer.
Either good or bad, one has to suffer.
Experiences has a role to play.
Making the path for smoother way.
Each fights at least a battle daily.
Wondering whether is it necessary really?
The question starts here.
The road to an unknown battle.
Sometimes resulting in vain.
Sometimes bearing a severe pain.
Life is incomplete without fight.
But not with the humans.
Which we fight at every moment.
What to do what not to do.
What is right what is wrong…
Either in day or night.
We have to fight.

The battle which we fight always.
Is never real always.
Its a virtual fight.
Which cannot be seen but felt.
The battle which we cannot stop.
So better not to try to put a full stop.
One has to face and win.
Rather to be in disguise and ruin.
Take that in positive way.
To build the path for your way.
There is nothing to cry.
Face the battle with joy.
Just … Face the battle with joy….

battle

 – Ashish Kumar