Trying to paint the paper…


Living in the piece of a paper.
I am trying to paint the paper.
Left in the curse of time.
I am trying to build a new time.
Shattered with the sudden storm.
I was left in a beach of thorn.
The pain was unbearable and immense.
Like someone put an iron rod in the chest.
Tears came and heart wrenched.
Wondered how I got the bloody drench.

Shame acts and broken trust continued.
I stood and fought till I can continue.
During the midst of day and night.
Life gave me tremendous fight.
Sacrificed everything which I had.
Only thing left was the time which was bad.
I lost the battle with a brutal end.
Tried a lot to avoid that end.

Loved the fact that I still survived.
Even though I had no reason to survive.
I left the world which was never mine.
Building a new world which will be mine.
Life is such of twisted events.
Tackling them is prominent.
It takes time to forget and forgive.
Hence life must be lived.
Some time is required to move on.
As…
Living in the piece of a paper.
I am trying to paint the paper.

– Ashish Kumar

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Mundane thoughts…


Mundane thoughts are welcomed.
Not for celebration but for cremation.
They won’t succeed in their goal to divert.
Better compel them to surrender.
Meeting with them is a bliss.
Beating them gives really a bliss.
Dear mundane thoughts,
come and play a game.
You will be defeated in that game.
The battle between you and me will continue.
Let’s see who will be going to succeed.
Fighting with them is a challenge.
Depends on how we manage.
That’s why…
Mundane thoughts are welcomed.
Not for celebration but for cremation.

– Ashish Kumar

…I WAS THERE…


I walked.
In an unknowing path.
No body was there.
But I was there.

From dawn to dusk.
The road was a lust.
Thorns spread here and there.
But I was there.

When left in dark.
My shadow went from my park.
Burning a candle on the way.
I created my way.
Keeping the dark away from here.
I was there.

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Sometimes heart got hurt.
Tried to make a new hut.
That also vanished in storm.
Making the way of one more thorn.
Happily accepted the challenge.
As I knew I can manage.
Not having a sleep.
But from inside, I did bleed.
Inconvenience spread everywhere.
But I was there.

The cycle continues always.
What will happen no body knows.
That is not in our hands.
To beat the unwanted, resists in our hands.
Nothing persist always.
Everything has its ways.
Good and bad moments will come.
The challenge lies in how to overcome.
In the past.
I was there.
And today also…
I am here…

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  – Ashish Kumar