#shorts
Death has been unkind
in his murky, flowy form,
teasing me endlessly
and his laughter, I can't ignore.
Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 9:20 PM UTC
you are
my dreams’ reel
frequent inhabiter
rarely a bypasser
feelings lost
sight, almost
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 10:19 PM UTC
अनुभव के अतिरिक्त कोई आधार नहीं ,
परमेश्वर का पथ कोई व्यापार नहीं।
प्रभु में हीं जीवन कोई संज्ञान क्या लेगा?
सागर में हीं मीन भला प्रमाण क्या देगा?
खग जाने कैसे कोई आकाश भला?
दीपक जाने क्या है ये प्रकाश भला?
जहाँ स्वांस है प्राणों का संचार वहीं,
जहाँ प्राण है जीवन का आधार वहीं।
ईश्वर का क्या दोष भला प्रमाण में?
अभिमान सजा के तुम हीं हो अज्ञान में।
परमेश्वर ना छद्म तथ्य तेरे हीं प्राणी,
भ्रम का है आचार पथ्य तेरे अज्ञानी ।
कभी कानों से सुनकर ज्ञात नहीं ईश्वर ,
कितना भी पढ़ लो प्राप्त ना परमेश्वर।
कह कर प्रेम की बात भला बताए कैसे?
हुआ नहीं हो ईश्क उसे समझाए कैसे?
परमेश्वर में तू तुझी में परमेश्वर ,
पर तू हीं ना तत्तपर नहीं कोई अवसर।
दिल में है ना प्रीत कोई उदगार कहीं,
अनुभव के अतिरिक्त कोई आधार नहीं।
अजय अमिताभ सुमन
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
आसाँ नहीं समझना हर बात आदमी के,
कि हँसने पे हो जाते वारदात आदमी के।
सीने में जल रहे है अगन दफ़न दफ़न से ,
बुझे हैं ना कफ़न से अलात आदमी के?
ईमां नहीं है जग पे ना खुद पे है भरोसा,
रुके कहाँ रुके हैं सवालात आदमी के?
दिन में हैं बेचैनी और रातों को उलझन,
संभले नहीं संभलते हयात आदमी के।
दो गज जमीं तक के छोड़े ना अवसर,
ख्वाहिशें बहुत हैं दिन रात आदमी के।
बना रहा था कुछ भी जो काम कुछ न आते,
जब मौत आती मुश्किल हालात आदमी के।
खुदा भी इससे हारा इसे चाहिए जग सारा,
अजीब सी है फितरत खयालात आदमी के।
वक्त बदलने पे वक़्त भी तो बदलता है,
पर एक नहीं बदलता ये जात आदमी के।
अजय अमिताभ सुमन
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
जीवन के मधु प्यास हमारे,
छिपे किधर प्रभु पास हमारे?
सब कहते तुम व्याप्त मही हो,
पर मुझको क्यों प्राप्त नहीं हो?
नाना शोध करता रहता हूँ,
फिर भी विस्मय में रहता हूँ,
इस जीवन को तुम धरते हो,
इस सृष्टि को तुम रचते हो।
कहते कण कण में बसते हो,
फिर क्यों मन बुद्धि हरते हो ?
सक्त हुआ मन निरासक्त पे,
अभिव्यक्ति तो हो भक्त पे ।
मन के प्यास के कारण तुम हो,
क्यों अज्ञात अकारण तुम हो?
न तन मन में त्रास बढाओ,
मेघ तुम्हीं हो प्यास बुझाओ।
इस चित्त के विश्वास हमारे,
दूर बड़े हो पास हमारे।
जीवन के मधु प्यास मारे,
किधर छिपे प्रभु पास हमारे?
अजय अमिताभ सुमन
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
The shorts I wear to bed
have a back pocket.
When I chose to buy them
in a twin pack with a tee shirt,
the pocket was not
a deciding feature.
However, I acknowledged
that it was there by design.
For months I gave it no further thought.
For months it was as redundant
as a breast pocket in pyjamas.
Then one morning,
as I was juggling
with a cereal bowl
and clothes from the dryer,
I slipped my phone,
still playing a pod cast,
into my back pocket.
And for a moment,
as the conversation followed me upstairs
back to the bedroom,
I smiled at the foresight of M&S.
I should have realised:
they know their stuff.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
a pair of red gloves,
fury in brown boxer shorts;
blood splattered on floor!
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Tonight.
I saw a woman walking with earbuds in--one earbud was in--while conversing over the phone with someone. Beauty overwhelmed her mortal body. A piece of her hair had loosely fallen from the right side of her scalp, and her blonde, beach waves blew in the wind.
Behind her was a man in a coral v-neck. He had blonde hair and the body build of a high school **** Handsome. As the woman ahead of him leisurely strolled the streets of Minneapolis in her athletic shorts, which were outlined by gray stripes and dipped up in the middle of the side of her thighs, the wind seemingly spun the jock's face 180 degrees. His eyes were awestruck and full of alive hope, wonder, and desire. Lust. What a picture.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
Your kisses
are snowflakes
that fall on my skin
like delicate lace
and slowly melt
as my passion
heats
for
more
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
Can't they see
That the only reason Trump has suddenly fallen in "love" with Mexico
And Christian rights is because it is getting closer to voting day?
Well you know that people are SO dumb that they
Would go gay the "TRUMPY" way, believe anything the desperate
****** would have to say...
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
some words i have
some words you have
wish you were mine
wish we could rhyme
some steps you could never take
some promises i could never make
they wish you were mine
they wish we could rhyme
-Storm
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Hide us in that box,
That rectangle of a box,
Our little box of threads and needles.
Stitch us on the seams, our dreams.
Sink us under your sole, our voices.
Hide us in that barrels, our troubles.
Distill our spirits, wash us pure.
Age us,
Open our souls after the war.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
War is not a game
to chessmen
pawned to death
but to the hands
that move them.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
She thought awhile,
of his warm, warm smile
and recalled she loved him with
a passion so bright,
that it burned through the night
but all he left her was grief
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
My ode to shorts---
We look like fat dorks,
When it's not so cold,
Even if we're so old,
Can't hide varicose veins,
Old age doesn't go away,
We know we look dorby,
We're all well past forty,
Summer's so **** hot,
This heat's a bit of a shock,
We all know we're fat dorks,
Has anyone really thought
We'd look good in shorts?
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
“The music playing softly over some speakers, the words oblivious to anything else going on around. "Come away with me". The little bell on top of the door opening to the street rang each time it opened.”
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
I never asked to be born this way
Maybe if I was consulted I's be okay
But I wasn't - I don't know what to say
My times running short, my choices limited each day
* * *
*You said you think I'm brave
because I can speak my mind
I don't think I'm brave
'cause if I were I would've taken my life*
* * *
**I'm a coward of the worst kind
One that uses a mask to hide behind**
* * *
It's so easy to forget when I'm with you
You make me happy just being alive
But the moment you leave
and I'm left on my own,
My thoughts scream at me
and there's no where to hide
* * *
***Practice make better but I've
been practicing for years.
Nothings gotten any better, in
fact all my fears
Are only getting stronger, and
I'm fighting back tears
'Cause they say practice makes
better, but I don't think I could take another year.***
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
Hair the colour of an Americano,
Petite denim shorts, blue.
The scent of a perfume distinguishable, to you.
Those skin-coloured tights – pleading to be torn.
You’re everything I desire.
Yet you’re everything I resent.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
320 contacts,
All people I could call
Collecting numbers I can do
Know them by heart?
Not at all.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC