तुम कहते हो करूँ पश्चताप,
कि जीवन के प्रति रहा आकर्षित ,
अनगिनत वासनाओं से आसक्ति की ,

मन के पीछे भागा , कभी तन के पीछे भागा ,
कभी कम की चिंता तो कभी धन की भक्ति की। 

करूँ पश्चाताप कि शक्ति के पीछे रहा आसक्त  ,
कभी अनिरा से दूरी , कभी  मदिरा की मज़बूरी  ,
कभी लोभ कभी भोग तो कभी मोह का वियोग ,
पर योग के प्रति विषय-रोध के प्रति रहा निरासक्त?

और मैं सोचता हूँ  पश्चाताप तो करूँ पर किसका ?
उन ईक्छाओं की जो कभी तृप्त  ना हो  सकी?
वो  चाहतें  जो मन में तो थी पर तन में खिल ना सकी?

हाँ हाँ इसका भी अफ़सोस  है मुझे ,
कि मिल ना सका मुझे वो अतुलित धन ,
वो आपार संपदा जिन्हें रचना था मुझे , करना था सृजन। 

और और भी वो बहुत सारी शक्तियां, वो असीम ताकत ,
जिन्हें हासिल करनी थी , जिनका करना था अर्जन। 

मगर अफ़सोस ये कहाँ आकर फंस गया?
कि सुनना था अपने तन की। 
मोक्ष की की बात तो तू अपने पास हीं रख ,
करने दे मुझे मेरे मन की। 

अजय अमिताभ सुमन

I hold her tightly
Her skin against mine
Soothing her pain
For I am to blame
for the scars inscribed
on those innocent thighs
And my words are the bullets
that tore right through her
It was my name
etched into the tears
I forbid she shed
And I who introduced
that strong body, to Abuse
But still I wrap her
in apologetic arms
Seeing the beauty and worth
she has always had

We join forces
stilling the battle of two
I am whole,
on my own
in my own
forgiving, loving embrace

Within of each  of us
There sounds a call!
The key within the keyhole
Quietly hoping we will notice.

Are we curious?
Do we wonder?
What are the secret notes?
Calling us from the wind?
Yet whispering to us from within.

The corridors seem lonely
Am I the only one standing
Alone in this great hall?

The fear is a lump pounding in my throat.
To turn the key and open the door
What is on the other side?
Everyone has run away
So  quickly, they are nowhere to be found.

Where do I go?
Why did they hide?
Quietly, I wonder.
Yet an Angelic chorus
Sings, "Come Follow Me!!"
In six part harmony.
It is calming.
I desire to taste its sweetness.

I turned the key
Stepping through the open door
What stood before me
I had never seen before!
It is a tree!
Seven Roots and Seven Branches!
As old as the earth itself!

In amazement, I stood,
looking high into the sky
To the very top of the tree
Soaring into Heaven Most High.

What can this be?
Is there a rhyme or reason?
I see only a tree!
Or is it?!

The song continued
It's sweet melody growing
Closer and closer.
Flapping white wings
Fluttering from branch to branch
A beautiful white Dove
Sings her melodic  enchanting song.
Each note embracing my heart
With love, peace and understanding.
Oh the Beauty!
The rapture and the peace!  

The flowing Love between
Opened my eyes to the wonders
Of all the beautiful stars shining
Within each galaxy
Upon her golden crown.

Oh how, I had longed for such an embrace!
As the tide hugs the shores
and the sea kisses the horizon.
Gently her touch
Caressed my face.

She is so familiar
For my body, was born of her body
My eyes, born of her eyes.
My ears, my muscles, and sinuses
Born of her ears, her muscles, and sinuses.
From her I have come.
To her I will return.  
The Amma of my  Spirit,
My beautiful Dove!