Deceiver…

Long journey came to an end.
Showcasing revealed at the end.
Moment of joy followed by sorrow.
Body and heart became hollow.
Disease of trust rests uncured.
As betrayal continued its go.
Insane actions with thorny words.
Situation was out of control.

Changing colours like chameleon.
He was a moron.
Fake expression and always lied.
A deceiver was sitting beside.
Doing all in the name of a supporter.
He turned out to be a traitor.
Realization came too late.
As the damage was already made.

Life taught a good lesson.
Trusting should be a cautious lesson.
Deceiver do not come with prior notice.
As they always pretend to be supportive.
They always pretend to be supportive.

- Ashish Kumar

One Lovely Poem…

I started to write one lovely poem.
Filled with emotions and romanticism.
Some sorts of sorrow, grief and hope.
Covering the battle of tragedy and scope.
Love and betrayal back-to-back with storm.
Transformation from being feeble to strong.
Lovely days along with lovely memories.
The poem had all sorts of stories.
Trust, understanding being pillars of relations.
The poem covered all sorts of relations.
Life struggle, thoughts and imagination.
The poem dealt with all trying situation.


Well crafted words and easily relatable.
Poem described life was not much profitable.
Each phases had its own story.
The poem was a poem, not a story.
Simple, short and understandable.
The poem was little bit emotional.
Writing one lovely poem continues.
As that poem was never complete.
I wrote another lovely poem.
I am presenting that one lovely poem.
You are reading that “One Lovely Poem”.

–Ashish Kumar

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