I know a secret.

You keep it locked inside of you.

Your heart’s out here in the open, but there is one part that you keep well hidden.

There is an explosive light.

I may be fiery reds, pinks, and blues, but you are surely rose skies and rivers of champagne.

I wear that fire on the outside.

But you have a fire there too.

Stronger than any that rages from my broken insides.

You have a pale yellow outlined in a burning, bright gold.

A warmth of protection.

Hidden deep inside you.

It’s enveloped me.

And I swim in your liquid sun.

This is a poem about a soul, who always tried to evade death by citing various reasons.Right from the time, soul entered the womb, the Lord of death kept on chasing the soul.At the time of birth, childhood, teenage, youth, married one, retired one , the old age,Death visited the soul , but each time the soul cited various excused and prayed for somemore time. The Poem ends with confession of Soul.

Limbs are yet to grow,

am just in the womb,

Eyes are, but without brow,

and heart is yet to pump.

O Death,you must be having ,

other things to occupy.

Am such a little kid,

just attempting to walk,

still stutter in uttering,

am striving to talk.

O Death, come later,

i won’t defy.

My friends are few ,

more have to be made,

Books are left unread,

games are to be played.

O Death, hold on,

not the time yet to reply.

Have fallen in love,

with gorgeous wife,

Heart is singing and,

joy has come to life.

O Death, give me some time,

& I will comply.

Children, to be taken care of,

elders to be protected,

Ethics in society shaken,

needs to be corrected,

O Death, time is still not ripe,

to tell the life a good bye.

Though money I have made,

but no time to spend,

Erred in life many times,

still left ways to amend.

O Death, time is still not ripe,

please do not spy.

Yes my hairs have fallen,

and I have grown old,

But still Life is a mystery,

which I have to unfold.

O Death, come next time,

I won’t deny.

The more I desire, the more I pray,

Lust turning hunter and me its prey,

Still frustrated, still unsated

Craving for life, swinging midway .

O Death, the truth is that,

I do not want to die,I never want to die.

Ajay Amitabh Suman

As it pours down outside,

and I sit here going type, type, type,

so many thoughts fill my head.

Perhaps as many as there are

drops of water from the sky.

About today and tomorrow,

about this and that.

And I wonder,

will I be able to collect my thoughts,

and sit down for one evening

that I can give to just myself?

When nobody else will awake me,

and when I can be myself,

without the world's opinion and knowing.

A place where I can blanket myself

with my own two arms,

and cuddle up, and forget

about everything I know.

And all of this

lulls me into sleep,

and my thoughts are washed away.

The rain pours on.

The silver that coats the glass

Is wearing off,

Turning to a brown gray,

In the steam of the ages.

What has this mirror seen

In so many years of service?

Many days of irritation,

Of talking to myself.

Of anxiously brushing teeth,

Cause there’s nothing left,

And no hope.

That guy , changing,

Cracking,

Breaking,

Bleeding,

The outer layers, cut.

And inwardly,

turning in hollow looks,

Seeing the pupils,

And asking what’s behind.

That is the mirror seeing,

And me seeing through,

Projecting aimlessly,

Posing, to myself,

But stupid all the way down

To the core.

Cracked,

Wearing out,

Like those expanding

Stains of silver oxide,

And steamed glass.

for real

I saw

the Mirror

for the first time

I touched It

the only thing

next to me

solid but slipping

and it smiled

as if

almost evil

cold already

to the touch

smooth hard feel

soundproof

dumb mute and

unoriginal as

steel

an absence

of life cut

from the 

Mirror

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I have a garden

growing zuchini, lettuce, peas

i squat barefoot

to weed the plots

planting marigolds

that keep the skeeters away

dirt gets under my fingernails

cakes to my feet

and i believe

this is the way

i was meant to be

magic

atop soil

under sky

Lullabies of sweet kisses

~

Opened eyes filled with wishes

~

Virtuous acts dripped in gold

~

Eternity spent in your hold

Last night,

I had a dream.

I was out of this world

...or so it seemed.

The grass was green,

the sky was blue,

and there was no one else;

just me and you.

And we were so free!

We could paint the sky,

we could eat the clouds,

and we could jump and fly!

Then the dream ended,

just as I took your hand,

for it doesn’t exist,

such a land.

My dreams leave footprints, on my bed

My skin is stained, from all I've bled

I can count the sheeps, but their coats are red

They remind me of all the things I've said

the world will shrug

it always does . . .

for who's been one

will surely not

hold on no not

you nor i . . . in

life’s constant flood

its aftermath has

carved a path

and now must bleed

our obstacle- 

course to emerge

victorious . . .

without remorse

the river turns

. . . without return

though sediment

remains and then 

again we are

grateful . . . for the

grains of what was

what’s settled now

to smooth the floor

. . . the ocean bed

thirsts but never

asks for more than

our sharp sense of

breaking even . . . 

as what’s in flux

pays its respects

by moving on

. . . evaporates

once and for all

with just a trace

around the grave.

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