how many roads are on the way
to the destination
What’s right and what’s wrong.
I get stuck at intersections sometimes,
When it comes to times of difficulty,
roam, search only live alley
Which is my goal,
with whom I torment, and smile.
There are many obstacles to life.
In a life taken goal,
Make a smile on everyone’s faces.
I wish everyone ran to the light,
Do not hide in the dark
There are some difficulties in life,
To cope, measure and move.
would have wanted something new,
trying to live in every pain,
Identified from the clouds, from the sky,
How would the lightning rain?
denoting wish or desire!!!
I don’t have anything in my mind,
In response, in the live-won moves,
there is no difficulty,
I don’t even lose anything.
How chairs are made,
Whoever makes it never sits.
I don’t know
Why are empty chairs exposed?
Sometimes we used to sit there,
By chatting with friends,
Some girls played
Memories were waking up ever,
Many dreams bloomed,
Now people don’t go there,
They are angry with their own eyes,
The sofa is planted.
Empty chairs are now missing
Waiting, in the sabre.
Chairs are never anybody’s,
Time plays out.
What is going on !!
We don’t know exactly,
Which can make us happy??
We only take breath,
Take our food ,.
Take our medicine regularly.
Somethings make us angry,
We don’t know, what is the cause?
We Laugh and make errors
Again and again.
So, life goes simply well,
Nothing has to happened with us,
We can’t take risk,
We live and live only.
Each river comes from the society,
In the middle of the way towards the sea
A lonely traveler calls silently to both of them.
A path of society is very long,
Everyone is mad, running as machines
Towards the uncertainty,
The dreams are lost; the memories are there in lazy eyes.
The wondering hand is very short,
The ability of touching the sky in heartbeats,
The fingers can’t draw the university.
What are there in every face!
There are only mirrors
And the dry lights of bones, muscles and skin.
Are there any speeches of feelings in blood!!
Who searches for what!!!
Each thing is hidden in the game of the brain,
Perhaps,we may be defeated to find the brightness of broken glasses,
And will sleep in pains.
No! A traveler can’t take rest,
The duties are going on in each moment,
Searching is the life, we may find or not,
Even the restless nights will passed away
Once again and once again.
Come on! We should sustain every pain,
There should be happiness in touching of sea,
May be the cold wind touches our heart?
May be the sounds of broken glasses not listened.
The traveler has slept now.
The warming morning is dancing in the bed,
But there is a red evening in the empty paper,
We have to walk towards the sea silently.
copyright Aswini Dash
When with friends,
I know myself,
Which story I have to read,
Which is the best poem!!
They describe me
As their best friend,
How was naughty I’m?
They tell me,
Which brand of wine is best!
With my friends,
I have forgotten my family,
The pains of heartbreaking,
I live in a peace of land,
Can’t narrate anything to my neighbors,
I have to live and live only.
I write poetry myself and for me only,
Some people like and comments,
But I mingle myself,
Recite it again and again.
Society may change itself,
No one bothers for it,
We have to die someday,
Why is there a war!!
Nothing is changed,
Only the words, speaking about
spirituality are changed,
Only nude souls are dressed differently,
But I have to write it again and again.