Ambitions......

Ambitions

I made a castle of pillows,

Sat on the throne, like a King.

But Sahib slapped me and yelled,

For the flower vases I didn’t clean.

The son comes in the big yellow bus,

With a bag full of colourful books.

I don’t want to clean the floors or windows,

But to walk like them in most expensive suits.

Maybe one day I will go to a school,

To become a lawyer or a pilot.

My mother would smile from the heaven

Or in the photo, which i keep in my pocket.

I still remember my beautiful dream,

A big castle of pillows, I am the King.

Smile on my face and eyes in search

of the boy who once cleaned some dirty vases.

~ Ashutosh Mishra

SHE

“SHE”

She hardly smiles in the morning,

She hardly wipes her frozen tears,

She doesn't wear any bangles now,

She is not scared of her fears……!!!

She is like a painting, with no words to say.

She is the one who is raped and left alone,

She is the one who is a slave and a poor soul,

She is that small cry, silently buried in the womb.

She is a mother and a daughter and a sister

She is a young girl, with fake lovers around..!!

She is a sweet girl, with demons at her own house..!!

She is that flower, everyone wants to smell but no one wants to sow!!

She is just a joke and all are laughing.

She is just a tear that no one wants to see,

She is a Beauty that all want to ruin,

She is a God-Gift which no one wants to embrace.

Written By :

Ashutosh Mishra

Being Scared

Being Scared

I always feel scared while crossing a busy road. I don’t know what’s troubling me. As far as I know I am not a person who is afraid of the death, I am afraid of the LIFE. These modern cars when they run naked in front of my eyes, they snatch all the peace from my soul and I feel incomplete. In the middle of the road, where half of the world is in hurry and me in the middle of a worry that what is going to happen in the next second. 

Modern living is tough. It’s complicated. It was supposed to be simple but we human beings are turning into confused shitheads now, confused about everything. I am turning into a machine, this fear is killing me and my soul slowly. I still find some time to look up and to stare at the limitless sky and I feel glad, it hasn’t changed. The world around me has changed. Friends changed and the definitions changed. Love changed and the feelings changed. Fear became stronger and confidence became volatile.

I am a modern revolutionary. No, I am not. There will be no revolution. No WAR. Nobody is going to fight the battles for enlightenment and wisdom.

So many things are disappearing from our life. The smell of the flowers, evening walks with friends, destructing ant hills and glancing the red sky have no space in the cruel modern world. The songs of the childhood and the passion of the youth are swallowed by cell phones. Televisions has become more important than parents. Laptops are modern day life partners.

I hear this truth every day. I believe most of it but from the depth of my heart, I feel cheated. Cheated by the ambitions of modern human to become less human and more of a machine which works and works and works but never thinks or feels.

~ Ashutosh Mishra