Poems by Ashish Singal

Death and Me

a poem by Ashish Singal

Tell me the story, Grandma
and I will record it.
Record it for when,
After you go on the four men.
Do I expect you to depart then?
Actually, everybody knows when.
I think of the world without you
No! I don’t want to,
but my eye lashes touch each other
and I see that faint picture.
All know you are on your last
as if waiting for tears to blast.
This is no time to say ‘why’
but why to wait for death to cry?
This is a time of family sorrow
but I think more of my reaction tomorrow.
I feel like an alien
to whole this situation.
Grandma, I want to touch you only once.
But is it fine among all those elderly ones?
The only idea of losing you
is a dead end for me.
Save you – Do I beat my chest
or pray on my knee?
Hold on Grandma!
Your tea must be on the way.
How can you go to sleep,
when without it you don’t start your day?
I could see your eyes closing
and nobody else among the present few.
Feel like the least related to you
as I stand near the door while everybody cries on you.

The Shadow of Curls

a poem by Ashish Singal

Glistening skin and gleaming eyes,
the curl swirls with flaunting cries.
Corner of your lip, up till the mast,
fiery red, clean white, Black cuts a holy contrast.
Just as I click,
White whitens, Black brightens,
daunty is but bounty!
daunty is but bounty!

Lost and Found

a poem by Ashish Singal

I feel you here but see you there.
Fragrance is mine, nectar is thine.
I have you (in my way) but still amidst a sea
and you are there, waving at the coast.
Nothing, nothing for him to blast,
I did it, I was the host.
No! I am not angry, I am not broke,
heart over mind and mind at last,
why then I moan and ‘kerchief soak.
Did I win or lose the game?
Win, I did what my nerves thought,
lost yet ‘coz wasn’t there any fame.

I saw Her white impression
in the water on the floor.
I heard the tingle of the shells
with bells tied on the door.
You smell as sandal pestled in the morning,
I feel unnerved and fantasies churning.
There you were, and I knew it,
all I carp for is that season of my wit.
Is humanity rewarding? And patience ever pays?
Here, it has shut the darkest of my ways.
I am not indifferent and neither can be,
yesterday I was happy and today you can see.
You can see but still not know,
standing here but not with me
and don’t blame me for all I show.

I change the course, I am sane yet,
you will read me and still not get.
The grace worth praise
like a lamp lit in haze.
Your fragile body on the long, slim legs,
as petals flaunting among the green dregs.
The shine of light and purity of rain,
colours of rainbow and a sunny brain,
chase your dream, it is not so far,
the gleam you possess is high above par.
I was a stone in your way to the throne,
bet you get gems many and I still won’t groan.