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

Storm

You make feel
A selfish, creepy me
I crave
The presence of you
Like a radiating light
Which mends the trots
A familiar tingling
Is present around
To stimulate
To ignite
To create storm inside.

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

Long wait..

Who loves summer

But Aye (I)

Which follows rain

Winter crashes it smoothly

And makes the north

Misty foggy and chill.

Goodbye to summer

And butterflies.

A long wait of

Sun's blessing

Who can deny..

Dr. Ashutosh

Blank spirit

Pic: Google

Throbbing pain burns in the vein
With the eruption of emotional tears
Looking like crimson red as a wave
Seeking for togetherness
Yet I wish to be alone
Having a mind of tumultuous turmoil
My endless thoughts in down head
Blanked my spirit
I totally torn
To get back strength of blood.

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

What is an autumn to me!

Pic: Abode Spark

Not a phase of disappointment
But the turning of leaves into gold
Dry day with lengthen work
Air soaks the moisture of face
Yet I smile whole the time, and
Dance with autumn leaves,
I walk down the lane
And dance till the decay of day
When the dead leaves whisper together
And conspire with tree to bless
New leaves for new summer.

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

Speedy me

Everyday is a beginning
Every morning is a stance
Every night is a hope
Every holiday is a work
Every work is the success
Every success is a stair
Goes to nothing
But regeneration.
I take a new step
Walking to the future
To pat the back of time
And yeah, the speed is mine.

Dr. Ashutosh