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

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

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 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