Hope of begining

There is no room
For dying soul
Only few canter of memories
No haven for praise
But soulful hymns
Everything perishes
I'm forced to drag myself
In the transitional phase
Nothing else
But the magical number
Of two zero one nine
On the calendar only.

Dr. Ashutosh

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

When...

PC: Google

When the loneliness cried
I buried my wishes deep
To face the lonely night,
Put the joy off
Lulled by verses inside.

Dr. Ashutosh

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

Encourage..

My poor time

Is distorting me,

Mirror is showing me defaced,

Tumults are looking bright,

Sneer is not in command

Nothing is here

To soak the pain

And I'm seeking

Radiance in dripping eyes;

Want to gain

Rejoice and rearrangement

In my scattered life...

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

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

Happy we

Google image

The sun raged in anger

And the rain battered 

Ferociously in response,

The moon eclipsed 

All the agonies 

To shine the earth

With milky and cool emotions

For all happy creatures.

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

White dove symbol of love

I'm watching
The homeless birds,
The blue doves
In the sky,
Its represent
The peace of deepest kind,
It soothes
Our troubled thoughts
Enables us
To find
Renewal, in the
Silence of the mind
We look it
As spirit messenger,
Sometime its symbolise
As romance.

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