Words

He’s dead, but he can walk

He can’t see, but certainly can talk.

Though not a warrior, but defeated em’ all

Dwarf was he, but always stood tall.

Swords, Guns and were all there

But he only had words in his repertoire.

______________Ashutosh Bhardwaj.

Final Hour Of wait

It’s been a wait for ages

I have seen and crossed all stages

It’s had to recall when it began

And that easy so say when will it end.

Till yet it never felt like a wait

But this final hour just seems to extend.

Days would just pass like hours

When thought of wait was behind the bars.

Now that it’s about to get over

The wait and the journey,

Time tends to elongate

And the clock looks phony.

Ashutosh Bhardwaj--

Class Room

Besides that dark black square

Beneath that block wooden podium.

Stands that man, sayin something

Lecture he says, we say sarcasm.

This bright closed suffocating box

That you call ‘class room’

Is it a death chamber?

Or the place where we groom.

That man is equipped with ammunition,

He calls it chalk.

He wants us to follow

The footsteps he himself didn’t walk.

___________Ashutosh Bhardwaj.

Read My Mind

Above the street

On the wall

Read my mind

says it all.

Laconic in speech

and verbose in silence.

Past in present

And future no tense.

People come and people go

They don’t see me

But them I know.

Walk in the crowd

Feel all alone

Sit in serene

Crowded and stoned

I am tired, tryina sleep

Drowned Deep, Deep!!

________Ashutosh Bhardwaj

Omen

Out the gate so usual

Ten past ten so trivial

Never saw a message till then

But suddenly it became an omen.

Was all clouds and sun conjured,

No ring, No knock yet on the door.

Didn’t know when, to take it as omen.

Windows all open, door all ajar

No more distance, nothing’s now far.

All good and alls fine

Form ten past ten to nine past nine.

Ashutosh Bhardwaj.___________

Life Is A Slut

Life is a slut

Red as blood
Loud as deep purple.
Life is awesome
But seem in some vicious circle.
Long I have been trapped
I wanna break free.
Be that kid again
and climb that naked tree.
But there are people to whom I relate
expectation to grow and love to negate.
Should I not sleep over the past?
Wake up! In a new day.
Fresh people to meet
New wishes to pray.
But reality is what prevails
Illusion is shut.
Beautiful it may be
But life is a slut.


Ashutosh Bhardwaj-

BEAUTY or THE BRAIN??

Beauty or the Brain??

What matters is beauty,

Or it’s the brain?

Is winning imp

Or it’s the game?

Is money imp

Or it’s the fame?

Is getting high imp

Or drinking whisky n wine?

Is ‘ours’ imp

Or it’s the word ‘mine’?

Does getting physical matters

Or the time spent with ur wife?

Is death what u wait for

Or u live the life?

Is it light that makes it visible

Or it’s the importance of eyes?

Think over it use some brain

That’s where the beauty lies!!

Ashutosh Bhardwaj