Biography of Ashish Ram
I am a techie living in India in a place which the people here call the 'City Of Dreams'-> Mumbai aka Bombay.I was introduced to this great place(Poemhunter) by a very special person and since then i have been hooked to it. I don't write great poems(this i can say after reading the other poem's by members here at PH...all you write very well guyz n galz) but i like to write about my life and emotions.
Do check out my poems and suggest me ways to improve and to know more abt me, juz dropp me a mail. I luv makin friends.
Ashish Ram Poems
He came in today, wearing wet shoes Was talking of life, colours and different blues We found him strange and didnt care We thought, usual boring stuff, we usually hear
Can'T Stop Loving You
It seems to be the hardest thing to do When you asked me to forget you, Honey! I got words very few..... To tell you that i just cant stop loving you!
Walked to her room The time was somewhere around noon Had flowers in my hand And my approach well-planned
Pain In His Heart........
......With pain in his heart, He decided to take the long way back..... Hoping against hope that she wud call him back.. Alas, ther was no shout nor a call....
Lost Something Which Was Never Mine!
Why do i feel now That i'll never hear that voice again! Why this thought crosses my mind That maybe it was our last dance together!
Tell me of a city not built by its own, Tell me of a city, which can stand alone. Talk of a place where the land is scarce Where people will share more than their own fare.
Away From Home
A flood of memories rise in my head As i sit back Pulling myself away from the computer chair Glancing out from my cubicle thru the window
The Power Of One
One song can spark a moment, One whisper can wake the dream. One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring.
One More Life
It’s been a year since you died Hurt is still there but the tears now have dried When you were alive, I kept troubling you You were honest and true but I had a different view
The day was fine and sunny And there i was on my balcony Smoking my favourite ciggy As i listened to a symphony.
Hide And Seek
They were playing shopkeeper's game in my parking lot, Decorated a little corner with little dolls, little kites, little toys, And every little thing they got, Making innocent moves, in a round circle they sat,
In the confines of cubicles by artificial light,
That One Temple Visit
Every monday i used to accompany my friend for a temple visit He used to go inside and on the staircase I used to sit Never did I have faith in the sound of bells And the fragnance of that in-cense stick
A person can make you feel high, A person can make you feel low. But only you can decide, Which way you want to go.
Tell me of a city not built by its own,
Tell me of a city, which can stand alone.
Talk of a place where the land is scarce
Where people will share more than their own fare.
The common man is the strength of this city
He is a man of steel, gutsy and gritty.
The Spirit of people is the fuel of existence.
No man, No child, No Woman shy of assistance