Complaints about life…


In the crowd of millions.
It’s difficult to find the right one.
During the good and bad times.
It’s not easy to manage the time.
Life gave a lot of experience.
It is better to gain the real sense.
Startling situation came often in life.
I don’t have any complaints about life.

The world is full of fake faces.
It is difficult to find the right face.
Having no tragedy is a tragedy.
Better to face the tragedy.
Going in the dark side.
I often had the bad side.
Finding a shoulder to cry.
I used to smile followed by cry.
Done a lot to keep things intact.
Rather than blocking the contact.
Sometimes eyes were red and face became dark.
As I have to listen to people’s bark.
No issues as this is life.
Startling situation often came in life.
I don’t have any complaints about life.
Don’t have any complaints about life.

Ashish Kumar

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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

Closed all the doors…


I came suddenly in your life.
Giving both of us, a reason to survive.
You were mine and I was yours.
At a sudden, you closed all the doors.
Left me alone without giving me the reason.
I was shocked with this shattered situation.
You were the reason for happiness.
Now, you are the only reason for sadness.
You went to an unknown world.
Devastating our happy world.
Come back soon or it will be too late.
Without you I can’t survive for more days.
I remembered all those memories.
When…
You were mine and I was yours.
At a sudden, you closed all the doors.
Closed all the doors.

– Ashish Kumar

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– Ashish Kumar

 

Why do I write?


Why do I write?
A question of which I never got an answer.
It gives satisfaction and pleasure.
Gives a chance to talk in leisure.
Even many think poets are mad.
They are not able to judge is it good or bad.

Why do I write?
I write as I love to do so.
Have no specific reason in doing so.
Walking in the streets of life.
I have found a good reason to survive.
Writing has the potential to change.
Requires the authors to manage.

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Why do I write?
No real reason.
Still an unanswered question.
I write to talk to myself.
One can convey his feelings to himself.
Writing power is infinite.
Rather than to remain finite.
It requires one to explore inner and outer world.
Once done, it can change the world.

Why do I write?
People say I am mad.
Yes I am mad…
Mad about writing.
Passionate about to think out of the academics.
Writing gives me inner satisfaction.
That requires giving no explanation.
Why do I write?
I write as I love to write…

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– Ashish Kumar