Biography of Aashish Kalra
Born in the ides of autumn,
I had a normal cry.
Time had kept me solemn,
And it made me walk past any lie.
Cheers I had in my heart of late,
And the bosom had the smiles.
Never I made a sound of grate,
And found for logics in all my whiles.
Struck by lure of affection,
I was too hit by envy.
All these never gave a deflection,
And never made I a conduct sly.
Lost was I in deeps of emotions,
When my eyes recieved a cry.
Saw I all, joys and depserssions,
But I never stooped and always made another try.
Jot I used to in eccentric times,
The world didn't see my real side;
Those times were the moments of rhymes,
But was one there who cherished my ideas compiled.
Relations I made some full of love,
And some of disappoints.
In any time I tried to be a dove,
And hated any people's banquet joints.
Practised I an ecstatic silence,
My eyes speak more of me.
Less I made moments of trivialence,
To make myself a better see.
Aashish Kalra's Works:
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Aashish Kalra Poems
Live Your Day...
Today, forget your past; Today, don't worry about tomorrow. Today, the life is vast; Today, forget the joy and sorrow.
The sound of the mist, From the dark forest. The sound of the tears, From a heart free from fears.
A Lover’s Story
From this corner of life, After my all accomplished strives; I lay on my last moments, Jotting down my mirths and laments.
Birth, Pain, Love, Happiness, Sacrifice ...
Penning down the fantasy, From the land with mortals as scarcity, Every frame having its liberty, Where no word is struck with sterility.
From Life To Widow
Perfect world did she own, All her dreams and desires into reality had grown. A man she loved, The one she only admired and for the reason she reason lived.
Before I Submerge
Ye Heavens, Thou madest a tough rule; That mortal wouldn’t live long. I fear,
Brawled from the womb of heavy emotions, Make no sound but appear in a definite notion; Bearers of pain they are, Experienced they have all the bitter and sour.
Why Bards Die Young? ..
Life, For a mortal is the only strife. Death, For a mortal is the only soothing breath.
The world gives every sensation, Sometimes giving sorrow and celebration. The smiles come for some whiles, But the tears be the everytime smiles.
A Warm Winter Afternoon
The season of drowsiness clouds over, Making all the jobs go slower. The warmness of the sun has gone, And the ritual of winter shows its thorns.
The Incompleted Heart
THE FIRST LOOK CAPTURED THE GLIMPSE OF LOVE, IT CAME TO ME AS A GIFT FROM A HEAVENLEY DOVE. ALL CAME OUT TO BE BETTER, AS I TRIED TO GET THINGS STRAIGHTER.
A Weird World
THE SUN IS DROWNING, AND THE WINDS ARE FROWNING. THE LEAVES MINGLE, AND THE CHIMES JINGLE.
Born in the ides of autumn, I had a normal cry. Time had kept me solemn, And it made me walk past any lie.
The Incompleted Heart
THE FIRST LOOK CAPTURED THE GLIMPSE OF LOVE,
IT CAME TO ME AS A GIFT FROM A HEAVENLEY DOVE.
ALL CAME OUT TO BE BETTER,
AS I TRIED TO GET THINGS STRAIGHTER.
IN MY DAY AND NIGHT, I THOUGHT OF BEING THE BETTER-HALF,
BUT THE TRUTH TO OTHERS WAS A PIECE OF LAUGH.
THE TIME WENT LEAVING ME CAPTURED IN ITS ILLUSION,
AND THE END WAS WRITTEN IN A SPECIAL SITUATION.
EVERYTHING FACED OFF TO BE INCOMPLETE,