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Saturday, May 30, 2020

Corona Times

All good time is gone with the good old days

This year feels cursed by a pandemic in a race

Every breath feels dizzy and a home feels a cage

Every border is cold in a scary vibes of rage

Our life feels precious when the time is rude

Stressed by the bills and safe is not the food

Got no option but to chant a melody of our fate

Silent is the war with loud deadly outcomes we will face

When million innocent lives died, Is there someone to be blamed?

No guilt is seen in the eyes for which the entire humanity feels ashamed

Patients thrive on our Doctors for a treatment that still not exist

But they won’t let them die anymore even if their rest got R.I.P

“School” we say is the name whose existence is torn

By the winds of time to abandoned them for long

Fading memories are crying for Corona Times to leave

Giving back those days when happiness was at its peak

Better could be the time where no religion would live

Setting all hate on fire making love which they would give

Many lives need a million hands merging in peace

As humanity is above all the religion and believes

There’s a “hope for a hope” for good times to return

For all the birds stuck in the cage and a big lesson for them to learn.

Written by: Ashish Dutt

Ashish Dutt.

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Monday, May 25, 2020

Stagnant System

Time spent once is now gone with all days

The day I woke up in the world, I didn't carry all my paths and ways

To establish a meaning of a thing called “Vision”

Not to stuck in my books doing revision after revision

Cramming stuffs for being called an ostensible educated

To make my status high in a society as what people always stated

Pretending my brain was mine, I was using it for others

Our study system tricked me and played me like a cither

Stern was me as a puppet but is lost to think now on my own

My creations were torn by the restrictions that were timely blown

Up were the grades but still I was down acting as a pigeon

Who was fed in a cage and they won’t let it fly in any season

A future that could I make for a nation in which I was born

Trying to make things easy but now I was left forlorn

I could progress badly only if my mind is set free

Instead doing home works as if my time were leaves on a tree

Why do I do when I am the king of my own inbuilt empire?

To rule over the world with the words setting all sheets on fire

Which are made as reports to rate student’s recalling super power

Driving no sense, but still they want to make out a drop-dead ugly tower

We are in this Stagnant System with many innocent futures at a risk

Surely we can shake the entire system with our efforts that are newely brisk.
There's nothing left in truths to say much and more
It's time to prove this world that "an interest makes a future of Greatness for Sure".

Written by: Ashish Dutt

Ashish Dutt.

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Monday, May 18, 2020

Night Hours

Night Hours

Its darkness deep in the hours of lonely sadness

Fading are some memories turning into madness

Past turns the holy demons into present wakeful nights

Carrying us away in a state of some selfless fights

Still winds come with some furious time of morn

And it finally rain tears for the relation that is torn

To realize the relation in realm of human heights

Remembering those words that was followed as some guides

Time turns friends into foes in the streets of pathless tracks

Where love seems wreck and objective seems to be crack

Sometimes we start to wonder all what happened was a fake

Like all folly wishes together which were made

Turns out to be our wave of dreams pulling us back tonight

Stuck with the stream of happy-sadness and a reality to fight

So we could hold a line to move all alone with the fire

To burn streets which scary nights carry as their attire

Nights Hours are some long desire to win all the Stars

Long-Alone admires those eyes to watch them when placed too far.

Written by: Ashish Dutt

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Sunday, May 10, 2020

Oh! Mother

Oh! Mother

Oh! Mother, You are the amazing creation

Truly blessed being born as a child in your relation

But I am afraid to resign from this bond soon

As I grow up, my presence could felt like a lonely moon

Oh! Mother, You are shining star in my sky

When I am lost, you direct me with your light

But I am afraid to lost again and again

As time moves on, your directions could fade

Oh! Mother, You are a God in the little life of mine

A reason that I will glow and a season that I will shine

But I am afraid that seasons do change by the time

As fluent winds will blow, it could take away our rhyme

Oh! Mother, You are the feelings that I feel

My words are less; you are friction to my wheels

That always pushes me in a direction which is right

Your smile is an end to things holding me Tight

Written by: Ashish Dutt

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Thursday, May 7, 2020

Lonely Hours

In the noon of many hours

I keep on scratching my scars

That keeps paining me deep

And I felt lonely and starve

Still the night of my time is yet to start

To accompany my pain and fill it with stars

Where my dreams finds its reason to dream

As lonely hours feels like a reason to scream

Loud in silence and drenched in my pain

A grief pushing me down every time

Out of fear that I felt to fail

With all my smile going in vain

For a moon shining brighter than a sun

And a mornings that I wish overnights

I wish that if I could keep stars of my dreams

In the jar of my efforts

Finding a purpose to fill all voids in so deep

My words are gone from the ink of my thoughts

To make nice lines in order to start a new chapter

Peace of my mind is relevant for a pain

To fix all happiness that I wish to gain

Short are my steps to cover long distance of path

Now trying to recall “did I even start?”

Written by: Ashish Dutt

Ashish Dutt.

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Friday, May 1, 2020

Million Eyes

(It’s part1)

I have million eyes waiting for a chance

A reason to prove and a season to stand

But there’s no eye admiring to see

A struggle that’s hidden in dreams that are set free

I have million eyes waiting to fly

In sky of my dreams overcoming all highs

But some hopes are put on shoulder of mine

I may fall on the land and it would be fine

I have million eyes waiting to cry

In all those wins which I fail after a try

But my tears are getting dry in pain

When all my efforts are gone in vain

I have million eyes waiting to see

The one who is gone in a world of drowning dreams

But a still sadness knows the right

That it’s a battle to lose if I would fight

I have million eyes waiting to die

When my dreams are crushed in front of my eyes

But I would live with a reason to shine

With all the faith my existence would rise

I have million eyes waiting to tell

That my writing is not what people really yell

But they are carrying the depth of my heart

A little is covered but for more I have to start.

Written by: Ashish Dutt

Ashish Dutt.

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Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Gone Days

Gone Days

The flow of time is an endless stream

Somewhere it starts and somewhere it reaches

Feelings are meant to flow with peace in our mind

Sadly are changing into the actions in the life of our daily dream

Still the time gets no reason to take rest in an endless flowing stream

We carry our life kept as some memories deep we feel

Pretending to walk with a whole damaged feet

Often the days are gone in some moments that we breathe

Our worth gets lost in the brittle and false raining streets

Where a rusty pole stands firmly fighting with courage to stand still

Life was to be lived with a smile to establish a future which we always seek

But is now lived in the past which is not really in our reach

We have to face the hard times firmly with much patience to keep

To develop the courage that could tackle every situation as a treat

Gone are those sad days and there is a new life that you could live

So that a future you once wished, you can now easily give.

Written by: Ashish Dutt

Ashish Dutt.

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Saturday, April 11, 2020

Empty

Empty

I rather be full but still be empty in my feelings

Words that I can’t write, my eyes can convey their meaning

For the feelings that have hugged me hard

I can separate them all for a decade or an eternity

Still I would be sober for the happiness I have got

As trust was the base of the bonding that collapsed

This was a nice dream but now was the time to wake up

Still the eyes are stuck over to see what could be the next to happen

The empty is the well for the water to come

But it would not rain very soon in the moments to run

I praise the little time gone so far in the line

To show a separation for you and mine

I have taken the path and now on my way to see where destiny fits for me

Might I change in those paths, still be the same as I was set free

I am what I was now in those eyes who still knows me

Feeling empty in the noise and believing if my life was a real tragedy…………

Written by: Ashish Dutt

Ashish Dutt.

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Monday, April 6, 2020

Promises

Promises

A life beyond just for living

Is what it is meant to be

Words that gain someone’s trust

Are taken as some promises to keep

Even if we fail to keep them along

Happily we drown in the reasons that crawl

Pushing our love to rise above priority

The guilt that is seen after

In some humble faces of this humanity

I think if the words were never born

No longer could the trending sadness prevail

Giving rise to some false feelings in many eyes

Might never shed soberness as tears that would fly

Rising in the bond where the trust seems better

Words coming to rest and love exist that matters

Strengthening the roots of a tree which was sown as a seed

Now Promises stays away from the courage to overcome

The words transposed to a book with good meanings to write

Sure if we can’t, then we won’t win someone’s trust over it

To prevent words from rust and the courage that would speak.

Written by: Ashish Dutt

Ashish Dutt.

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