Duration of life is finite…


Amongst the crowd of fake and false.
Getting a genuine trust is expected to be worst.
Startling twists and sudden breakdown.
Life is all about ups and downs.
When life appears to be burden from inside and outside.
Then comes the hidden power from inside.
When the ray of positive vibes disappears.
Zeal to fight from the hidden strength appears.
Trust and faith when break at the same moment.
This happens to be a never happening moment.
World is full of fake and false smile.
Wondered, how they bring that smile?
Is it from sale or purchase?
Amongst the crowd of fake and false.
Getting a genuine trust is expected to be worst.
The dead end of struggle in life is infinite.
Ironically, duration of life is finite.
Duration of life is finite…
This is the ultimate and genuine truth.

– 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

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

Your presence is felt everywhere…


Your weird look is also cute.
Compelling me to salute.
I wonder how you make such expressions.
That buries all my tension.
Your presence is a motivation.
Allowing me to move in your direction.
Whether you are here or there.
Your presence is felt everywhere.
I know you too feel the same.
Not showing because of shame.
I am there for you always.
You are there for me always.
I never expressed my feelings.
You never disclosed your feelings.
Residing away you feel your presence.
Miles away I feel your essence.
Trust and understanding binds us together.
Residing in each others heart we will live forever.
Your problems are mine.
My happiness is yours.
As of now, we are not here.
But…
Whether you are here or there.
Your presence is felt everywhere.
Your presence is felt everywhere.

– Ashish Kumar

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