Romance needs to feed

Picture: Patricia Picardi

The unshaped structure
Of loneliness
Is going to be giant
Looking a path
At the farthermost point
Across the fabricated past.
But I'm in the romance
With the terrace
On which
My pain wanders
Towards the open sky,
Feelings are fed up
Your love is nowhere
To feed its.

Dr. Ashutosh

My accumulate courage

I'm restless
Late hours of working
Nails me,
Agony hugs me
In busy days.
Flapping papers on my table
Tease me every time
But I can't accumulate courage
Of fixing a paper-weight,
Haphazard way of work is on peak
Work place as well as home
Seek more attention
Than earlier.
I'm experiencing myself
An aged person
While getting greybeard
Of course miles to cover
And times to live.

Dr. Ashutosh

Waves are coming out

Watching the widespread sea

Filling with ecstasy
For the gratitude
What I deserve
And how much I got
Even a single breathe is thankful
Swirling in my body
Like waves are rolling
Into deep of my senses
Coming out strongly
From the sea
To drench me thoroughly.

Dr. Ashutosh

Image: Rasma Raister

For the sake of

There is no fellow
In the firmament
I was constant climber
And still wish
To remain
For the resting life
Now underneath
The shadow of tall tree
Lying on this little measure
Want to pray to others
To change their minds
For the sake of dignities.

Dr. Ashutosh

Image credit: Lucio Wanderley Wand

Enthusiasm

I never hate mud 

When it rains

Use to play with it

In cloudy weather

When rain tickles

It sounds melodious

Vaporizes pain

Tears trickle

I swallow every drop

And feel enthusiasm

Of rain

In sight seeing

As well inside 

Of my heart.

Dr. Ashutosh

The place is gifted

A place

Far from war and peace

No taste of butter and cheese

Lives in the lap of nature

What a beautiful signature

Forgets the noise of Tames here

Crowd of London bridge touches never

Exterior from wall of heart

Interior into vacuum

The place is gifted 

Never think wealthy or cheap

Time with it always creeps

Seems likely remembrance of past

Findings of our memory at last.

Dr. Ashutosh

Pic Credit: Patricia Picardi

Wait..Wait..And wait

Her words bled

She felt dead

Because of my unbreakable silence

I was the reason

Of her tears

With that, she walked

Into the rain

And didn't look back

Now I'm still here

To wait her

But she has no more wish

To come back

My pale skin is longing for

Her charm

But alas, I can't get back the time

Except memories.

Dr. Ashutosh

His dare to be in air

Who steals the dare
Keeps himself in the air
Thinks about what aspires
To make fulfil desires
Collects deadly charm
In the air of warm
Beauty is here to radiate him
Nothing is to variate him
Catches every reflections
Gets warm affections
More than half of the time
With atmosphere plays rhyme
Has a sweet pain of hesistant
A small cry of resistant
But the strength never stops
Complete in peculiar way no picture crops.

Dr. Ashutosh

Image: Tina G