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Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Heart my got broken , knavery when played they all.
I also did some trick, waggery did, made them fall.
Soul my knocks now, and making me feel shy.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



I was fragile , shaky and suffering over last.
Used to compete with them whosoever growing fast.
Now that fear is over, seldom  now I vie.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



I let them laugh at me, who having envious heart.
I let them mock at me, am accepting odious ****.
Malice brings no peace in me, not making such a try.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Wrong which they done to me, all have forgotten now,
Only thing which yearn now, help all but when and how.
In the land of hatred me, sowing peace and multiply.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Was bursting volcano then, now flowing river is me ,
Heat of that summer over, clouds pouring rains in me.
Dirt of soul gone now, bade the evil good bye.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Venom of hatred receded, jealously no bitterness,
Longing to assist someone, is there so eagerness.
Sipping now drop of love, peace in me glorify.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Light of wisdom arrived, Night of ignorance gone.
All my grief ended, joy in life has come.
Riding at the peak of virtue, now I am flying high.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Now only truth here ,  no place for any lie.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,


Ajay Amitabh Suman


Ajay Amitabh Suman
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Rangzeb Hussain Mar 2016
They call him Malik,
‘Mad’ Malik,
In the streets he tiptoes and dances,
From cold of dawn
to the dark of dusk,
He weaves and swings to beats,
On streets corners and by bus stops,
He shouts and sings,
Cars brake hard and drivers wave and smile.

In sun, wind or rain,
In storm, heatwave, and in the shade,
This man is the spirit of our streets,
His zesty zany jiving
It touches black and white,
It reaches young and old,
He makes us stop and pause,
Call him what you may,
But in his heart he hears music of the soul.

A rare human indeed,
Not one to be chained in an office,
Not one to run the rat race,
Not one to follow orders or conform,
He dares to do what others dream,
He dares to scream in the rain,
He dares to taste snowflakes,
Freedom wild and uncontained,
‘Mad’ Malik long may you dance away human pain.
Inhaling the toxin
And sinking in dust.
Here comes winter
The Choking is must.

     
Ajay Amitabh Suman
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While living in Berlin
I dreamt for  Sanghai,
when crossing the river,
Never sail, tempted to fly.

What is there in mind
seldom comes out of mouth,
Say yes with emphasis
When clouded with doubt.

Treading for north
And thinking of south,
while talking of peace
Often I shout.

When hate is in heart
Then soft is response,
Always calculative
cautious of pros-cons.

Pulling the water
when out of a well,
Am enjoying in mind
A flower and smell.

Aspiring for love
and desiring for life,
Spending life as if
a planned strife.

Who is this man
"Amitabh"  I thought,
Replied my mind
I am, I am not.

       Ajay Amitabh Suman
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I failed
Not because
Unable to read
His face.

I failed
Because he is not one,
In fact Many
Trapped inside a case.




Ajay Amitabh Suman
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You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.



Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,



Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.



When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.



Things which eternal in world,  not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.




Ajay Amitabh Suman

Ajay Amitabh Suman
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Sand  Oct 2017
Beloved
Sand Oct 2017
Take my unfinishes melodies
and stich them into a song
Oh beloved
Your cruelty, your kindness
have both robbed me

          (excerpt from "Chaandaniya" [Moonlight], written by Amitabh Battacharya)
Chaandaniya (Moonlight) is a Hindi song from the 2014 film, 2 States. I am currently listening to it on repeat. I love the lyrics
Queries were many
as the boy was crazy,
answers were few and
Old man gone tizzy.

His questions unlimited
but pure was his heart,
and man was unable
To quench his thirst.

Failing in answer
Man replied the boy,
An authentic man can
surely lead you to joy.

Questions unlimited
Thirst growing more,
Kept looking for man
Whose heart was pure.

With lamp in hand
Through day and night,
Boy searched for years
and continued his fight.

Having tired of journey
and efforts relent-less,
One day in mirror
He saw his face.

and started to dance
and laughed in joy,
Old man got anxious
and asked the boy.

Free from anxiety
and no more in swamp,
Replied the boy
I have saved my lamp.



  Ajay Amitabh Suman
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In Mahabharat, Yudhishthira was considered as the most Pious Soul. He was considered as Epitome of Virtue and it is said he did not commit any mistake, except one half lie.

At the End of Mahabharat Epic, when All Pandavas tried to Venture to ascend to Heaven alive, it was the Yudhishthira only, who ascended into Heaven Alive. During the Way to Heaven, all other four Pandavas , including  Draupadi died.

It is said that Yudhishthira was so Pious , Vrtuous and so truthful that his Chariot Never touched the Ground. Because of Truthfullness, Right fullness , he practised in his whole life, his Chariot Never Touched the Soil. Such was greatness of Yudhishthira.

However, Yudhishthira had to Visit Hell for some time where he saw all his brothers including Draupadi tortured. Even Karna was also seen being tortured in Hell. Later Yudhishthira  was explained that he did committed a half sin in his life as he lied regarding death of Ashvatthama. It is said that this was the only half sin , which he committed in his whole life. This was the only reason, Yudhishthira had to visit Hell.

But what about Betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble. Mahabharat is totallysilent on this aspect. In Mahabharat , Yudhishthira was not held guilty for betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble and loosing her. Yudhishthira used his Wife as Good. I think this is one of the most heinous crime committed in Mahabharat. Yudhishthir Must had to be held guilty for that.

But instead, this was rationalized. During the Exile, when Bhim and Arjuna held Yudhishthira responsible for all this, Sage Vyas reached there and told them story of Ram and Lakshmana that how Lakshmana left his wife for his brother Ram. Thus Yudhishthira was protected by Vyasa.

It is a matter of Great Surprise to me that Mahabharat did not consider betting of wife in Gamble, A Sin. In my view betting of wife Draupadi in Gamble , by Yudhishthir is the most heinous crime , he committed and for this he was not worthy of entering into Heaven alive, like other Pandavas and Kauravas.


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Ajay Amitabh Suman
AJAY AMITABH SUMAN
You may
hold her,
Hug her,
Kiss her,
Smooch her,
Press her waist,
Even undress her,
You may touch
Her bare neck,
Bare Breast,
Bare thigh,
Bare back,
Bare body,
You may know
Everything about her,
But untill you know
her heart,
You know
nothing.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
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Harsher than life, no Misery,Pain, groan?

But reason not fathom ,What foul I own.



Ajay Amitabh Suman
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You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.

Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
When freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,

Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.

When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.

Things which eternal in world,  not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.


Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved
Once Budhha came, with beautiful rose,
and sat under shadow of, tree he chose.
Then Looked at disciples, sitting around,
to listen the master and hear his sound.

Hours were passed, he didn't speak,
as if  ignorant to answers they seek.
Keeping the queries, their worries at bay.
Lord Budhha smiled , had nothing to say.

All gone tizzy had, questions to ask,
but questioning Budhha,a difficult task.
and master enjoying the ultimate bliss,

Looking at flower and resting in peace.

Though body still and not any sound,
mind was restless & running around.
Waited & waited they,sat on the ground,
All of a sudden one, laughter they found.

This was Mahakashyap,touching his feet,
O Master so humble ,so gentle so sweet.
Budhha behold  him with gentle gaze,
And gave him flower,removing his daze.

Destroyed illusion you, cleared my haze,
Disciple was singing,aloud in his praise.
While sitting on ground and giving me rose,
O Budhha you flowed in my heart so close.

Shown me the horse & shown me to ride,
now nothing remaining, for you to guide.
If still to explain and, something to say,
One thing but certain,all  miss the way.

Revealed in silence that cannot be said,
wisdom through mouth seldom conveyed.
If one is ready ,when  silence speaks,
Then truth is his , ignorance retreats.



    Ajay Amitabh Suman

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