May I go through

PC: Patricia Picardi

...After a long walk
of tiredness,
I kept stand myself
with an alignment of piers.

Nothing was there
to remember
about the journey
of so-called past
except to see
the effect of co-linear.
Three among of these
can never make
a triangle...
May I go through..
a life,
without a circle
without a triangle..
only an open curve!



Dr. Ashutosh

Happy ideas...

Picture: Joaquin Lourido sir.

Floating voice of time
Through the water
Is conveying
Impersonal experience,
The terrible speed,
Freeze punishment,
And handful pleasure,
A happy idea to fasten
The pace of hasten
To regain the natural smile.
I collected few happy ideas
I still promise
To come back
With the garnishing
Of happy ideas.

Dr. Ashutosh

Colourful sight!

Picture: Gel Poetry Garden

Blue sky

Snowy mountain

Green earth

Who smiles on whom?

Yellow warm covering

Is desperate to hug.

Day is absolutely mine

Night is yours

To bloom!

Dancing soul

Beyond the body

Is looking everything

Having insight

With in zoom.

Dr. Ashutosh

...Like a vagabond

Pic: Patricia Picardi

If I could be a vagabond
Like them at all
Valleys, hills, lakes
Would host me,
Stretch myself
Against the bay
Beneath the trees
Dance, sing and play,
Try to catch the breeze
Feel drowsy
Lie down calm,
Get up again
Eat and yawn,
Roam around the place
Without a penny
No worry to set
My wrist watch.

Dr. Ashutosh

A dying soul smiles

Picture Patricia Picardi

Rustling sound on the hill top
I feel nice to hear,
I look this mountain
As a mole on the earth
The clouds are welcomed here
The sun bursts at the rising point
What if you have no reason
To stay here in nature's lap,
You can drive nothing but
A dying soul smiles here,
Every soul can feel the dream of freedom,
The dream of rejuvenation.

Dr. Ashutosh

Faded blue turns in gold

Pic: Rasma Raisters

I never want to kill
My dream
And don't want to be
A traveler of trodden black;
One day a diverged road
Took me here
To spare few moments
With me,
I kept myself yielding
Only for an hour
To get the ages for nice load.
And always a faded blue
Turns in gold.

Dr. Ashutosh

Positive vibes

Image: Patricia Picardi

My loyal friend

Tells us the meaning of faith

It never bites 

Without an accident.

It never troubles me.

Its sweet and shaggy life

Remain close to me,

It recognizes 

My scent in the air.

It runs toward the north

Every morning

So that I would collect

Positive vibes.

Dr. Ashutosh

Determination

Picture: Lucio Wanderley Wand

I see
A flower
In the bottom of
Greenery,
Makes feel me
Happy
With strong message
Of determination,
A short
But meaningful life
When I enter
To home.

Dr. Ashutosh

An afternoon with chubby cat

Picture: Paul Nil sir

All windows down
Warmer is blowing beside
All sense of warm in the room
But she likes to run
Behind the houses
Through the street
Cross the breadth of river
All afternoon
When the tranquility destroys
The noise of passarby
Whether it is sunny or cloudy day
When I stuck myself
With my lappy for pending work,
She starts to wag her tail
Like urging something
Then I yield
Shutting down all the functions
To accompany her
At my favourite meadowland
For hours.

Dr. Ashutosh

Overlap

Pic credit: Joaquin Lourido

Universe of dying faith
Is diminishing in me slightly,
Iceberg of artificial truth
Is taking place silently,
Everything is mesmerizing.
One day the giant hand of false
Would cover it selves
To overlap unjustified things.
Hidden eye will collect its power,
Hand will rose with consolation,
And ear will hear hymn.

Dr. Ashutosh

....To disprove

Image Credit: George Petrovetsky sir

Joy should be made of 

Sterner stuff

But I'm joyful

If it got so, 

Who will dear abide it,

None is here noble than me;

I dip napkin in water

And serve to air

I must pause

Till it comes back to me

Air is fed

By the water

To disprove its existence.

But alas! It is not meet.

Dr. Ashutosh

Heavenly pleasure

Image courtesy: Gel Poetry Garden

What I got
What I tried to get
What you gave
What you're desperate to give
Just feel the difference
Between my desire
And your stubbornness.
Just feel the intensity of pain
I'm surrounded
By the desolation
Immersing in me
With cosmic rays.
Come and turn it
Into heavenly pleasure.

Dr. Ashutosh

As the day begins

Pic credit: Patricia Picardi

Pale bright sky
Early knock of morning
Who is to talk to
Earth kneels down
For immortal kiss
On own crust....
As the day begins
Only there is a cock
For rock
It melts the heart
All of us get up
To share his loneliness
To open a new page
As the day begins.

Dr. Ashutosh

Message to life

Twirling drop of water

Vaporised from ocean

On the palm of happiness

Is giving a message

Of long way to live.

Ardent smile of life

Is a signature

On the bosom of joy

To decant tears

From the womb of expectations.

Dr. Ashutosh

Google Picture

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

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

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

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

A vacant place

The way goes to my house
Is looking empty
The exterior walls of it
Are telling that
It was a vacant place to live.
The silence is listening here
My unutterable speech
I have to start my journey
Because
My expectations
Are leaning closer on me.
The bravery of bees
Is sleeping,
The ants are on vacations,
I've to toil alone
Mark a point of decipher
With or without mercy.

Dr. Ashutosh

Pic courtesy: Patricia Picardi

Morning of hope.

There is still gray cloud
In the vast sky
But no water to pour
Seemingly desert of hope.
The day looks like December
The end but
Succeeded with
A hope of horizon
Like the evening will turn
Into night
To welcome
A rejuvenate morning.

Dr. Ashutosh

Pic: Marilyn Ward