It rained a lot…


Sudden storm with lot of dust.
Making the surrounding full of dust.
Cloud bursting with full voice.
Echoing the environment with unnecessary noise.
Day became night due to dark cloud.
Suddenly barking voice started which was loud.
The situation was out of control.
Nothing was left to do the damage control.
Thunderstorm everywhere.
It rained a lot.
Yes, it rained a lot…
Not from the sky, but from the eyes.
It rained a lot.
Not from the sky, but from the eyes.

– Ashish Kumar

Igniting the flame of serenity…


World has changed a lot.
Always seems to have a violent plot.
The notion of humanity is no more.
Day by day violence is increasing more.
People wonder what is their deed.
Inside and outside they did bleed.
Bloods are flowing like water.
Always I see is humans getting shattered.
Tears spread across the globe.
I am thinking is their any scope.
World is getting terrorized.
Is violence really required?

No human wants to be in vain.
But everyone is residing in pain.
Both mentally and physically.
All are losing hope slowly.
Darkness spread all around the world.
They are disturbing the peaceful world.
Bombings and murders are common.
I wonder whether things will be normal.
We have to come together for peace.
Rather than sending people to rest in peace.
The question still arise.
Is violence really required?

Come all.
We will join hands.
In order to curb violence.
Let’s make the inner voice louder and shouter.
The only wish we all have is peace.
We want peace.
Let’s make a better world.
With no violence.
Where all of us are in path of humanity.
Igniting the flame of serenity.
Let’s make a world.
Where everyone should be down to gravity.
Igniting the flame of serenity.
Let’s make a better world for our future generations.
Where all should have a better collaboration.
Let’s come and join hands.
For the sake and glory of humanity.
By igniting the flame of serenity.
Igniting the flame of serenity.

 

serenity

 – Ashish Kumar 

Note : This poem is in response to the grand collaboration #PoetsForPeace hosted on FORGOTTENMEADOWS 

THE TREE ULTIMATELY FELL


A building which was 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.
A sudden surprise, I was left in pain.
I didn’t cried but tears fell.
The tree I planted ultimately fell.

Residing 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 in 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 cried but tears fell.
Because…
The tree I planted ultimately fell.

tree

–  Ashish Kumar