What I'm

I'm nothing

But a stone of mile

Showing what left behind

And where to go next

My every stance is

To clatter the wings of time.

I never sit on spongy surface

How can I allow myself

To take rest before destiny

Every color of hard work

Is in my quiver

I wake up before morning

Starts to move

Without caring the shiny stars

People speak on my silence

Because I'm carved

As their milestone.

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