Lonely Hours

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

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Million Eyes

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.

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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.

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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…………

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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.

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Falling

Falling

I am falling deep into the ocean of my impending thoughts

Hoping no one is there for me to give my play a relevant plot

It’s about to rain outside and so are my tears

When I stay back fearing about my unholy fears

Life feels like the dry lifeless twigs whose leaves were green

But wants to fall with those of every dry falling leaves

As the winds are rushing so high engaging into a storm

Could now destroy that whole tree and the life remaining in it as known

So is the fluttering gush of time in the mind of beings

Wandering disguised as a failure forgetting what “efforts” are meant to be

 For the wind to blow and permitting to forgive by the Time

I now stand on the edge of my own faith

Which get overpowered by the every single step that I take

With my legs shacking badly to counter the pain

Getting vanished by the charm of destiny I owe

Because I am Falling for a Rise that I will gain in this life being a tricky show.

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Waiting

Waiting

The day has gone, still night has to come

I am alone to look up at those skies

Which might be seen by many eyes waiting for a surprise

For those who had gone forever in the time

But the heart never stops to see them again

Beats its beats recalling the memories in the undone pages of the book

Which would now die in the thrust of some words

But who knows that the ink was also over

The windows were meant for the fresh air to come in

But with every second, the air seems to be dry

So I see through the glasses with pain in my eyes

How stars could twinkle in this phase of life

When the darkness seems to rise and lights had gone in vain

It’s all cold and I wish they felt the same

 Lonely in the crowd but still alone in mine

But they would come says my heart

Else I am ready to go says my mind

But many lonely eyes are waiting for me

I know I can’t go until a miracle happen

As I have gone to the depth of sleep

So I wish I meet you Waiting in my eyes

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Rise above my Regrets

Rise above my Regrets

May I wish for some miracles to happen!

Sadness on my face is now resembles to a demonic possession

I don’t think for the right being done in a right way

When we spend hours of hours doing work but still everything is undone

I see the cruel kindness of the people judging me again

For the sins I did in my past, they don’t believe that I am now changed

I am sad for the regret that had fallen upon me

When time exist for others, it has gone now forever for me

Makes me cry often while carrying my fate over my shoulders

I have opened my pages, but others have sealed theirs in a folder

I am lost in a path which no one knows where it goes

Others have become master of their dreams; I still don’t have eyes to close

I know I won’t hold the cup of this marathon of life

But would carry the Pride that I had participated

I have million dreams to live in my only life

To fly my own kites for others to see

And to hide the clouds of my life hindering my present

So that the sky of my life is a colorful garden of stars

To enlighten the folly darkness

And finally to rise above all.

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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…………..

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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.

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