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

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

My life isn't drowning
With grudges of past
I withhold my powers
To see, what comes last

Night brings in fear
Of being tortured again
Still I continue to live
As long as I am sane

I am strong willed, alone
Not a coward as you may think
My heart has become a stone
It lets all my feelings sink

I may die one day
Without even your touch
In a deep sleep, unwaken
I know, you don't care much

Alone, I was born
Then I was raised
Later got torn
Others were amazed
Brimed to the top
With your beautiful love
Then my wings, you chopped
And let me fall from above
You showed me light
In the darkest hour before
Now, you prove wrong, right
Consuming me in your internal war
I am not weak to fight
We can still talk it out
These chains are tight
But I will not scream or shout
If death chose, you as my reaper
So enjoy you grateful deed
Lord is my souls keeper
He will deliver my prayers, indeed!


©sim

I cleansed my hands of corruption today
For I had done a filthy deed
I gazed into the mirror
I saw corruptions seed

In harvest of its fruits
My ends justified my means
And although there's not a mark
I'll not be truly clean

You may question what I did
But it is my belief
That it's better to feel something
Even if it makes you bleed

Every deed that I do,
Leads me unto you.
Wherever you may go,
You are in my vision.

You're unable to control,
Your own ego.
I don't fear separation,
But I fear your harm.
And your ego can take you low,
It can drown you in its charm.
At present it gives you pride,
Vain pride it gives to you.

But I am here only,
Just for you.
Lest you decide,
To make a comeback.

who's the current holder of the shop's deed*
when did he obtain an ownership creed
we have pondered on this very matter
but no answer has yet come to the fore
that will satisfy our questioning score
we've long thought his plate shingle hung on the gate
with letters saying this is York's estate
though there's little of proprietary clatter
been audible at the place for some while
this has so troubled our concerned bile
on him displaying the paper's freehold  
we'll have ken of his legal possession
this will be a rock solid expression
*which is penned in ink ever so bold