#delhi
Benzene ********
National awards,
Quarter shorts,
Vigyan boards.
Yellow All Stars,
Mint stamped salvers,
Hoegaarden rounds,
heart's shiver.
Tactical olive,
basement roar,
Physics department,
SDA store.
Hello Kitty,
Mama’s promise,
Standard 2,
No pants honest.
Ma’am reporting,
Stuttgart link,
telemetry ping,
Missing drink.
Clandestine Ishita,
CAD-iPad grind,
Hotwheels vertical,
Spatially blind.
Basel biotech,
Long-haul Rohan,
Goldman snitch,
Where’s the coon-man?
Ishan’s roasts,
Mumbai mics,
Inglorious ********
Commando hikes.
Surgical dolls,
Bone plate screws,
Bio-mech Barbies,
Cyborg news.
NCBS canteen,
CTR butter,
Drooling ********
Airport clutter.
GSLV rockets,
scaled pride,
Gurgaon extension,
Hauz khas ride.
Coffee table books,
Directors’ pride,
One-two-three stacks,
Nowhere to hide.
Pecos pop-tart,
Yum-Yum kiddo,
Different kinda idiot,
Coherent window.
Co-driver vacuum,
Untouched seat,
Bending the world,
At her feet.
Final-Boss mama,
Samosa clearance,
Benzene chaos,
Ma’am’s interference.
GK Extension,
Twenty-twenty-eight,
Trash panda palace,
Peaceful state.
Monad stasis,
Aphenomenal reality,
National hero,
Total fatality.
No ******
No excuses,
Pure entropy,
Physics abuses.
.
.
.
Zeitgeist..
🏆🚙🍺🎤
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
17 hours ago, began this script, and now, now completed
~~~~
not much.
24 hour congestion.
24 hour car horn
HONKING
to paraphrase
Paul Revere,*
poet and silversmith,
“one IF by day,
but TWO if by night!”
regarding his very famous
poetry wrighting & trip riding…
me two.
me three, me four. Now
Me Five. writing poem
‘five by night.’
find the time zone of your mind,
when writing comes free and easy,
abuse it greedily, merrily and
happily fearfully, soaking sweating
———
poems
———
in a the great multitude
willingly laddering the descending and
the unwilling ascending,
hordes of whirling dervishes of words
whipping up frenzied flourishes,
rippling ripping into the mind’s temple, merging,
mining, blurring contradictory versions of visions
struggle mightily to unravel,
distinguish the overlapping
of freshly dissembling poems,
shocking, but not unusual,
edging yet non~threatening,
assembling and disassembling
so far.
a bridging of vast and minute
differences, bloodied serenity,
sets of scenery interchangeably,
complicated schemes, or just
one human action without
ending, repeatedly repleting
one tapestry over, and over
feating and feting, all the while
preconceiving the depleting inconceivable
L00k how odd this presentation,
of rattling battling schema infestations,
interweaving, becoming connecting and yet
indistinguishable one from
two, two from three, number
four say no more!
but/and five refuses to be denied
you? deny my dreamed reality?
who? could blame you?
but ask? the fermenting reader,
Why? why would I foment tous?
this rocky horror show now knightly
revisiting reviving re~reincarnating tooting
and now, you, are a guest at the carnival,
at the fiesta theatrical, of my decored being
and I witness you fleeing the scene…
always, always leaving me to
clean up my messes
but the horns
honking shrills still;
heard continuously
discontented, one more line
wanting, wanting, insisting to be adding, needy...
are finally defeated
<fini>. Fri Apr 24 2026 3:41am <nml>.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
World altered a lot
But forgot to vendor a ***
Manifestation of satisfaction seemed
But oblivious to what they dreamed,
At a crossroads they looked dead
But never excluded their bed,
Cows stayed in shed
But never deviated from the normal fed,
The fed made a well adorned bed,
Lastly the culprits frightened
And repeated same to falsely brighten.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
In this city where
millions dream
wake up dead,
I've come
with a dream
to see you again.
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 1:05 AM UTC
the town i was born in wasn't big enough
to contain the vastness of my dreams
so i moved out
i spent hours upon hours on the bank of river yamuna
looking for a sign
completely forgetting that a dead river can't speak
i misunderstood its silence for an invitation
so i moved in
i traded my inner peace for smoke filled air
and my innocence for the facade of a happy woman
delhi, i spent years of my life trying to fit in
to make sure that i belong
then why do the stares on the streets
tell me that i don't
delhi why have you been so cruel to me
like a failed mother forcing her expectations on her daughter
no matter what i did
i was never good enough
every time i tried to speak
you just didn't want to hear
you're a city trying to hide its deafness from its people
delhi why are you so unfair?
you throw stones at the workers that build you
and bow down at the feet of your destroyers
maybe you're just as confused and tired as me
people have taken more from you than you could give
so you stand exhausted, defeated and short of breath
and i do the same
for both of us have failed miserably
i could never be your daughter
and you could never be my home
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
Today I got her response,
It was "12 AM" on the clock.
There was no power in our block,
It was the STUDY room where I had to skulk;
but the rain was pouring on the rocks.
Oh! I forgot to thank my poetic kludge.
I put my phone on charge and reply her back,
with an appropriate emoji that match,
and now we were exchanging words.
That flirty nature of mine;
Runs through the fingers when I had wine.
many nasty and hasty thoughts were rising;
and I had to made them extemporize,
so that it matches her vibe.
I asked her dose she have a twin?
and send her a picture to help my chances win.
soon she sees the picture she asked her name,
It's "SAZAN" and welcome to my game.
The conversation with her was amazing and fecund,
and she worth every second.
We both are strangers but for a moment we exist together,
in a digital screen as if it's a white paper.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Inhaling the toxin
And sinking in dust.
Here comes winter
The Choking is must.
All Rights Reserved
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
Inhaling the toxin
And sinking in dust.
Here comes winter
The Choking is must.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
I look up at the skylight
Rain drops coalescing
The reflection of a few drops
Dancing on the wall
In the breeze
Which is more
A gale
Howling and loud
Outside
Destroying trees
Somewhere
A silvery strand of a cobweb
Dances and shimmers
In the pale sun
Playing hide and seek
The silence in my room
So loud
The thunder outside
So far
The daffodils on my windowsill
Have died and dried
Papery petals, a brilliant amber now
Green stalks greedily still drinking
While the petals thirst
The tops of the trees
Through my window
Freshly showered
Move like a woman
Dancing for her lover
Seducing
Shimmying
And yet
I think of Delhi
Desertlike and brown
Hostile and cruel
The dirt streaked faces
The shining eyes
Of the beggar children
At crossings
The eunuchs who bully
The traffic, the fumes
The noise that deafens
The rich women who flaunt
Diamonds and lovers
The clubs for the haves
The stares from the have-nots
And I come back
To the music of the rain
On the skylight
And the chirp of a bird
Somewhere far away
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
braceleted skyline
under fog
smog
silver-fish grey
under street food breath
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
You are there, everywhere
I smiled, laughed, cried and jumped in glee
You were there, I didn't even grasp the hole.
When the moon hit the stars
I hurdled my balcony and saw the-
Chain of lights, those and movement and I
Sensed you about, I spoke to you,
Your husky voice and hands perfectly mine.
How many times did I pass your thoughts?
Do you know you evoke memories in the-
Strangest junctions of my bursting imaginations?
I know the place, somewhere around the corner
Unoccupied by me, I willfully ignored your future
And now I think I should clasp if forever as mine!
I walked slowly so that I could walk with you
I caught glimpses of you and you smiled.
In those longest nights I thought of salvation
You pierced my eyes and held me with meaning.
I thought I’ll seize you next life in the banks of Sarayu
But dis-remembering you this life is so impossible.
Do you remember the days you made no sense to people-
Around us and then you looked my way and sighed.
There are million little things I want to tell you
You were an illusion that happened to me, a magic!
Today I know this me, consciously and unconsciously
Envisaging you.
There’ll be one day this poem reaches you
And when you read I can see you, beyond the walls you are
I can feel you, the peculiar scent and the breeze you carried
Let us walk together to the world we spoke to paint life
Where we can be happy with each other!
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
Why is that looking into the-
Wide and open city so upsetting?
I saw the bird,
She was looking amongst the buildings,
A space that was hers
Or maybe the space-
Her ancestors have told her,
The folklores and many songs-
Written on the very space.
She crossed mountains,
Seas and barren lands
To see the city lights and
The many dreams she had.
She is not homesick,
She doesn’t even have a memory
Of her home-land
It is a long lost dream
Which cannot be recollected.
She’s homeless.
Was she looking for a mirage
In between the tall buildings -
‘They’ said where dreams prosper?
It’s a furnace,
The colours of fire she could see,
The shadow painted colours-
Orange, red and grey and
Still it required meaning?
I’m looking for it too!
I am scared of forgetting,
Old age and Alzheimers
I’m a dreamer, a homeless hippie
But there is a root, a deep root
A scent, a strong scent and
A soul that is sometimes homesick.
I’m a coward, a bold faced, masked dancer
But there is no rhythm, no audience
It’s just silence, dull grey stillness!
These buildings scare me, where is it?
Where is my chariot?
I cannot follow the crowd
They have a home, a meaningful home
They like the cement, the black air
And bundles of printed paper.
They stamped me mad. Am i?
Maybe I am.
Hey bird, I’m not responsible-
For your destiny, look, look
Look at my hands, there is no blood
Look, look carefully, there is no stain
But I belong to the race, I belong to
The same age, the same world
That changed your fate!
I've no redemption from my sins!
I've no redemption from my sins!
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
I have no recourse for the winds of future
Where the embrace of arms
Is closer than France.
Where doused, like leaves in a pond,
we swim freely over voices of youth
that can’t explain love
like knots they can’t untie, undo.
I’ve no remorse for the loss of time
I set sail with my paper boats each day
Into the corners of her mind
Hanging to the corners of her lips
And swinging from the corners of her chin
Till I, myself, am cornered.
But she runs and lies
Between words and whispers
Between timing and silence
And I exist in the space
Between her eyes
Between her lips as they part
To utter fiery words
Or I lie in dried shades with dust of time
Finally, I find her.
Like the winding road inside of me
That leads to laughter and madness
Madness of a holiday where you forget age
One day I’ll forsake you
Like the stolen moon
In a sparrow’s eye
And carry your laughter
Buried deep in the forest of me.
Take me like the pages of a book
You read when you were young
See me as a door
If you don’t know me yet as a
Wall left bare
With an open window.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Her teeth are crooked skylines of a forgotten city,
Against the summer sun
That goes down and doused in shadows,
All is quiet.
In my mind, there are only mirrors.
And every photo is black and white.
When she smiles,
The colours return.
I put the lamp away and put myself on fire
Things that burn are hard to reach
That is why her eyes stray
Seeking cold shades and warm shelters
Unlike my arms, charred and red
From holding you.
All my paper crowns are ashes
And the empty banks are flooded
With tales of the old.
So by the sleeve of an old sweater,
By the base of a broken tower,
By the loom of this forgotten craft,
By the by
I make myself anew
Out of the cities of you.
And the tired sun rises and settles
In her eyes of fire
Eyes of gold
But inside me, there are only
Mirrors upon
Mirrors
With no reflection.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Here I am
Dressed in the sleeve of a gifted shirt
Muttering words, too fast, in a language you cannot fathom
Hair tousled in the wind, hands waving
Wearing a smile borrowed from an old photograph
Legs thinner than before.
There you lie
Never too far but always at a distance
Forever moving a little bit too quick
And yet, slowing down time
Whispering through a half smile
Like the sun about to rise
From my window
Almost a perfect circle,
She dances.
Here I stand
Building a wall
With each brick, a memory of
No one.
Stealing the night from her eyes
Spinning in the circle
Of perennial dress rehearsal
Adorned with tatters of yesterday
This circus grows vile.
And behind the empty canvas of every mask
Your eyes are open cages
With singing birds
Your words are roads going nowhere
Your mouth, a lake with depths unknown
Even though your tongue is still
But your hands are doors that never open
As you watch me
Watching you
Dangle the world
From your keychain.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC