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29.1.10
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.___________
19.8.08
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-
Flokkar: Abstract
25.7.06
BEAUTY or THE BRAIN??


