Friday, March 20, 2020

Hoping

Hoping
Hoping

Hoping for a hope in the days to come
When consequences around you are not good to relay
Tricking feelings of the mind that speaks
Are often confused with the inner heart in play
Realizing the worth of our life
It’s in the time when a person gets aged
So they don’t fulfill their dreams at all
Later die in the regret when laid in coffin to heaven’s way
This truth is harsh as it reminds me of the time
When human have regretted for their actions gone in vain
But they tried-tried and now leads the masse’s way
We know the moon as a “moon” not as a simple star
While for other stars, we don’t even know their names at all
Somehow easy might it seems but difficult it always goes
Looking back in time was a stream which in your dreams would now flow
Life could come to an end so fast
Leaving us alone in the memories of past
Running by the emotions which are hard enough to leave
Learning from the mistakes and gathering all what it teach
It’s unreal if the soul in you ever has to live
There is nothing left now but still some wishes I could give
Still we are Hoping for some hope to really Overtake…………..
Written byAshish Dutt
Ashish Dutt.

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Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Miles to Go

Miles to Go
Miles to Go

I have miles to go and miles to reach
A Journey to start and a purpose to seek
So that I won’t get lost in the world of folly streets
Around which many concrete walls were built
Wherein lives the lords made up unique breeds
Who always thinks upon to make this world a better place to live
But doesn’t know at all the sacrifices that they have to give
To gift this world a meaning, unbiased by the clothes we wear in and fits 
Why following the disguised saints who are ready to preach
When aware of the lessons that enlightens their own shades of greed
 We can’t be forced to do things that are filled with guilts
Letting a Demon to live in a coffin of our conscience’s heed
To borrow someone’s sadness making our precious life a dirty gush of stream
Instead to end it should be our work in progress to reach
As we have Miles to Go and a beautiful life to live.

Written byAshish Dutt
Ashish Dutt.

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