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 o' the gate so usual

Ten past ten so trivial

Never saw it till then

But suddenly became an omen.

Was all clouds and sun conjured,

No bell, 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.___________