Transition period

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The slant rays of sun

Is only here 

To demolish 

The vicious cycle of time.

The knock of day and night

Is enough 

To burn the despair 

Every transition period

Is a companion to us

Which grabs the lesson

From past

And do prepare for next.

Dr. Ashutosh

Let us make a chain

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Since childhood

I heard only about hard work,

The word 'destiny'

Is never been 

In my dictionary.

Still I'm here

With holding

The finger of faith

And trying to turn the pain

Into curve of the face

That is called smile.

Because the hope

Makes alive

The dead souls

The dying of body

Is definitely bad thing

But 

The dying of good deed

Is worst.

Let us make a chain

To live a meaningful life

In a beautiful aura.

Dr. Ashutosh

Will she come tomorrow?

I was wandering

Across the corridor

In front of the door

Which opens 

to the main gate,

Legs were in motion

With static mind,

Meanwhile a pale face

Appeared behind the pillar,

I came outside

There was a girl

Near about twelve

Her big staring eyes were at me

Begged a blanket

For her dying mother.

I hypnotized

And gave her 

A branded woolen shawl.

I assured her 

To give other one also

If she comes back.

On the very next day

There was some crowd

Few furlongs far from my house

The reason was enough 

To disturb me

'A lady is brutally murdered 

By her husband.

Evidence is proving her characterless; 

How can she afford

Branded accessories

While unable to earn

Bread and butter.'

I was thinking only about girl.

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Dr. Ashutosh

Everything is here to joy

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The lighting are all around

Celebrate the joy, no bound

No other sound 

But wind chimes

Children recite their rhymes

Music and light 

In good harmony

Just forget tonight agony

Everything is here to joy

But still we need

The way of charm

The day of warm.

Dr. Ashutosh

Resolution for new year

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Write something here

In this cloud shape

How do you want to enjoy

Forthcoming year

Again a new year

We all are going to celebrate

A year of joy

A year of hope

A year of resolution,

Nobody hope for dark,

Sad, despair, gloomy...

....................................

I am going to write here

DARK

So that

I would feel it every time

To eradicate the pain

From the eyes of hope.

Dr. Ashutosh Tiwari

I wanna write masterpiece

The lights are giggling 
On the chest of the pain.
No sun is here to glow
But the beauty of sea-shore
Shining like the smile of beloved.
Some intellectual souls 
Are sharing the
Symbol of hope
I wanna write a masterpiece
Carving on the rays
Words will never show its gleam
On surface
But would strike inner soul.
I will raise the darkness
To the end,
You stay here long
To be my song.

Dr. Ashutosh

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Endless desire

A deep silence in morning

With snowy ball everywhere

Never allows to go out

But the heavy wind 

Is alluring for a snap chat 

Because ice is hugging

The bottom

And covering the top.

The mood is jolly

Like phenomenal touch,

Endless desire sliding down

To catch the glory and joy.

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Written be © Dr. Ashutosh

Unimpeachable desire

The girl is seeking 
Her astrological sign
Responsible
For good luck.
Love and money are
Still so far;
Nothing is here 
To save from sufferings,
Ups and downs, 
No sweet valley 
Of dream to her,
Monotony is looking 
Her true companion
To compensate the
Happy sign of her hate.
Her unimpeachable desire
Is provoking
To meet the destiny.


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Dr. Ashutosh

Horizon of expansion

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My thoughts have no legs,

No wheels or wings

But flying in imagination,

My world is not an ordinary

Which could be polished.

It is special, attention seeker.

It's a horse in vision

Representing my objects

To spread my thoughts

To polish my world.

I have to cross

Over the limitations

Where the distance and height

Overlap each other

To make horizon of expansion.

Dr. Ashutosh

Thanks to Almighty

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I want to create

An aura of my poetic soul

And pay thanks to almighty

That my words are tingling

Like a sensation.

The words never allow to sit

In the corridor of

Juvenile thoughts.

Its provoke to be mature,

To make scream awakening,

To break all the barriers.

Its tell us

How to bridge the gap

Between love to love.

Love, that seeks attention,

Love, that has enormous bonds.

I confined myself 

To create the aura of words.

Though I know that

I'm not an angel

Not a messenger of God

To spread the holy thinking.

Dr. Ashutosh

She is my lord

Pic Courtesy: +Lawyer Jagdish B. Joshi 

Holding the hand

I'm leading the way

My every steps are 

Her blessings only.

I have no worry inside me

But a belief 

To make myself genuine

With her stance

What she looks

Perfect in me.

I'm her creation

She is my observer too

I'd love to destruct evil

To turn into good

She is the best in me

I'm her son

But she is my lord.

Dr. Ashutosh

Christmas in my view

When X-mas tree shed 
The blessings of
Fortune, love, wealth
Along with health
I keep my pray on
To save the mankind
being a healer.
I follow the teaching 
To spread smile
On needy faces.
I want to nail
The thoughts of goodwill
On the wall of horizons
To pay the gratitude
To almighty
For my meaningful journey
Why I sent here.
Christmas is not only a festival
But a way to purify
Our inner soul.

@Dr. Ashutosh
14 Nov. 2017

Having mother's heart.

I'm painful

But it's not for mine

Feeling sorrow 

For my young ones

Who are still

Waiting for me.

I'm flapping my wings

Continuously

But in vain

Unable to go there 

To feed them

Only ruffling my feather.

But still 

I'm satisfied

That I didn't hover over

The young ones

To dives out of the nest

To lodge on a high crag.

They are four weeks old

And can flutter out

From their nest

Urged along by my call.

Dr. Ashutosh

The eight pieces of Two stale chapatis

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The boy

Sitting on 

A red-green 

Painted pavement

Of a roadside

Looking his plate

Which is garnished

By two stale chapatis

And

Few pinches salt.

He poured some water

On salt

And left some in vessel

To swallow

The eight pieces of

Two stale chapatis.

Dr. Ashutosh

Can a poor boy redeem this one?

Google Pic

A boy grabbed a

Gift voucher of

Two thousand rupees

In his fist

Is looking 

Glad genuinely 

Because

He didn't know

So far

How to redeem it!

Dr. ashutosh

Worries of a father

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How can a father of 

Two young daughters sleep

At nights

When they both are touching

A standard line of marriage time.

Two worries are here

To make an endless line 

On his forehead

First to keep them virgin

And second of dowry.

Heart never allows to him

To think about those

But the mind never allows

To stop thinking.

Dr. Ashutosh

On a silent sea-shore

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The long sky scrapper trees

Are the widening of the limits,

A beautiful creation of God

And a deep imagination of my cerebrum.

Two little innocent children

Are hugging each other

Whole universe showering the love

As a vast blue sky.

I'm on a still boat of dense thought

To be the evident of moment

On a silent sea-shore.

Dr. ashutosh

Being a healer or friend

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If love is a contagious disease 

Then I would love to spread it 

Among the needy one 

Being a healer or friend. 

 The hands raised to grab 

The eyes looked to hope 

The feet stepped to beg 

The tongue secrated to liquid 

The skin hoped to shed 

Yes I want to be there 

Being a healer or friend. 

 They never know 

The melody of Krishna's flute 

But the rhythm of vocal beauty 

As a feriwala or street vendor. 

They live in days and nights 

Not in the ages. 

Yes I want to feel the mirage 

Being a healer or friend. 

 They have no candle and diya to lit 

But I've compassion to share. 

They have no color to play 

But I've a hope for them to gear 

They have nothing to feel 

But I'm desperate to spread love 

Being a healer or friend.

End of Gravity

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I put my dusty thought

In a rusty bottle

And squeezed the air thoroughly

To get vacuum.

I'm unable to get rid of

With my wriggling thoughts.

Where no sense of thinking

No logic to do anything

Every life is enjoying

To be perished.

Why there is a word Like war

End of life

End of light

Gravity is pulling to black hole.

My poddy-calf.

I had a lot of sentiments
Hidden in my heart.
I started to pour on her.
It was not well planned
But accidently.
She became a part of our reside
Because of being a poddy-calf,
An unbearable loss for her.
I felt enough space in my heart.
I wanted to feed my emotions
Being a healer.
I had a smile to see her
And a feel of gratitude to God.
Who gave me chance 
to love her more.
Now she is the reason
To come home timely.
She is the reason
To feel unconditional love
To go temple.
There is a heartstring to tug.
I'm her healer 
And she is mine.

Dr. Ashutosh

I want to be fugitive

I want to be fugitive

For sometimes,

When I see 

The distort faces

Pale, drowsy eyes

Having less hope.

I swallow my saliva

Many times

To feel comfort

When the things 

Are askew

And out of control.

I want to stay

In darkness

To hid me

From myself

Yes, I want to be fugitive

When I feel unease. 

Dr. Ashutosh

A meaningful journey

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My emotions are in electric mode 

To swirl in a motion, 

To occupy even a single space. 

I'm prohibited for no entry zone 

But emotions need no permission. 

Until we are free to bring 

The smile of hope on needy face. 

I would be bound 

To keep away myself, 

It will suffer thoroughly 

A gloomy to happy face. 

Then I'll celebrate the joy of festival. 

On the Dooms day 

I would be courageous 

To face myself 

Because 

My emotions did travel

A meaningful journey.

My poem

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My poem 

is the name of a young girl

whom age can't be matched

with wrinkles on her face

and hair's curl.

She churns herself 

throughout the day

to feed three siblings.

Thus her little eyes

seeks the gay.

She stitches school bags.

with her mother. 

The bags would be filled

with hopes and dreams

not for herself but others.

Dr. Ashutosh

The chanting of OM.

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When the things are not 

going good

Just leave everything 

on Almighty.

It is not only

a part of worship

but a peaceful surrounding.

What is our aura,

nothing but 

what the others look

in us.

The chanting of OM

makes our pulmonary system

strong

as well as a powerful brain

with peerless cognition. 

Dr. Ashutosh

I'm a Doctor.

I love.

I hate.

I feel pain.

I cry.

I bleed in same color

As you.

I'm not allowed to mistake.

My dictionary is full of

Care, compassion, 

Duty, dedication,

I use to get up early

But no fix time 

To go on bed.

I've a family.

I've relationship.

But no time 

To spare with them.

No temple, mosque,

Church, gurudwara

Is in my life

Except hospital.

When I take money 

As consultation,

It is assumed 

Like bribery.

A father comes to me

In hope to save the life of son.

Just while my wife

Is wriggling with labor pain.

First I treat him

Then cuddle to my wife.

My daughter always miss me

In her every happiness.

But still smiles

Like her mother.

We feel proud on each other

No pain, no complaint.

If I'm a doctor 

Is it my sin?

Not to be treated

As a human being?

Dr. Ashutosh

Is poverty a sin?

I was reading something just now. It has left many questions in my mind. Some persons are overwhelming with wealth on the other hand poverty is looking like a demon.

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They are forced to do also wrong because their hunger drive never let them alive. They don't have ego and soul but a body suffering with hunger. Sometime there is nobody to serve them food to survive. They do work, they beg, they are use to steal and it's the height of inhumanity when they are fed in exchange of body. 

How shameful this is but happening. Where is our good one? 

My genuine appeal is to all of you...

Don't waste food. It's because of two reasons, the first one is that someone can be fed what you waste and second one is that these natural resources are limited so never throw it.

"KEEP YOUR HELP CLOCK READY TO SERVE." 

Dr. Ashutosh