Dancing rain

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Whenever it rains
It heals my baked soul
Whenever it rains
It pours my inner hole.

I stroll within empty room
Raindrops fall in my window
It wipes away memories of the past
I never want to let it go.

I enjoy all over
The nature of greenery
My heart is full with joy to see
Dancing over all the scenery.

Dr. Ashutosh

Overlap

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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

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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

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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

The dear departed

Death of a dead person
Is never for cry,
It's a release of grief
One day I'll kill myself
For the mistakes
Made by me
In the madness of your love.
Save me
If you can
And let me realize
Beginning of all good,
Hope is for worth.

Dr. Ashutosh

As the day begins

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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

Crossword

The life's best song is 

Solo song.
I perch for hope
And I recite it,
At my vespers nine.
With my crossbow
I shot the memory
Of bothering time.
My past
Seems to me
A tyrannous foe,
Being a loon
Pursue it
And chop
Through the swords 
Hidden against.

Dr. Ashutosh

My memories

Falling tears from my eyes,
Never realise?
Smiling wind,
Singing sky, and
Laughing earth
With undiscovered planets
Stop to smile, sing and laugh
All are feeling
Every del of pain.
There was many
Golden memories ago
To fill me with joy
But unable to grasp.
It fades in pain.

Dr. Ashutosh

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Nothing except you.

I'm a living testimony

Of endless harmony

But I know better

The course of true love

Never did run smooth.

Yet I want to share 

My sincerity with you.

The journey of our love

Has no start, no end.

My eyes recognize

To you only,

You're perfect

Everything is unjust.

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

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Romance needs to feed

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Summer tragedy

When June shrugs its shoulder
When monsoon anneals
On its moustache
When sun smiles in sarcasm
....The earth gets dry and rough
The horizon looks too blue
The trees cry and shed
We all wait for clouds
To drench the ground
No defeat, no victory
It's a process revolutionary.
Every summer joints
Hand with monsoon,
Sarcasm turns into boon.

Dr. Ashutosh

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

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