Hindi Poem- Chehra
Sari Raat Yuhi Bita Di Maine,
Kitabo Ke Panne Palat Te Hue,
Kuch Khwab Bunte Hue,
Palko Tale Kuch Aansu Samete Hue,
Sari Raat Yuhi Bita Di Maine,
In Nain Naksho Ko Niharte Hue,
Apni Kamiyo Ko Dhundhte Hue,
Apni Majburi Par Rote Hue,
Soch Rahi Thi Main,
Kya Kiya Tha Maine,
Kyu Kiya Tha Maine,
Kya Achi Nahi Thi Sirf Vo Jaan Pehchaan,
Ki Dena Chaha Use Mohabbat Ka Naam Maine,
Soch Rahi Thi Main,
Kya Keh Gaya Vo Itni Asani Se,
Kyu Keh Gaya Vo Itni Asani Se,
Kara Gaya Mujhe Meri Badsurti,
Meri Kamiyo Ka Ehsas,
Aur Thukra Gaya Mujhe Itni Asani Se,
Kya Dil Nahi Tha Uske Paas,
Ya Un Shabdo Ki Mithaas Kahi Kho Gayi Thi,
Aakhir Kiya Kya Maine,
Jo Mere Ehsaso Ki Zamane Bhar Me Khilli Udayi Gayi Thi,
Bas Pyar Hi To Kiya Tha,
Use Apna Dil Hi To Diya Tha,
Phir Bhi Kyu Sabke Samne Ek Mazaak Ban Kar Reh Gayi Thi,
Par Galti To Thi Hi Meri,
Ki Uski Neeli Aankho Me Dubti Chali Gayi Thi,
Uski Har Hasi Me Ek Sapna Bunti Chali Gayi Thi,
Dosh Uska Nahi Mera Hain,
Sirf Main Aur Mera Yeh Badsurat Chehra Hain,
Phir Bhi Kyun Aaj Khud Ko Bikhra Sa Mehsus Karti Hu,
Shayad Is Chehre Ke Karan Kisi Ko Ab Apna Dil Dene Se Darti Hu,
Kyunki Bahut Gehra Hota Hain Is Dard Ka Ehsas,
Par Ab Karti Hu Yahi Ardas,
Ki Ae Khuda!
Is Chehre Ko Vo Noor De,
Ki Dekhne Vala Aur Kuch Soch Hi Na Paye,
Par Is Dil Ko Dildar De,
Jiske Pyar Ke Liye Yeh Umar Bhi Kam Pad Jaye,
Aur Jisne Mujhe Thukraya,
Use Khud Koi 'Na' Keh Jaye,
Aur Tab Shayad Use Apni Galti...
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sorsutar nain rahebar
god taltalala
thartharla hat
kain kainta aink nain disbar
gaintsabu chitkopotka
khaila baele nain jirbar
aaru hagamuta.
kentakari nachsan
kain karba janikari
pakharghare achhekie
kain karba janikari
kashi hela ki nain ganita
udla ki nain bel
kain sinema lagichhe
janikari bhi bhaida nain
nain kaha kichhi
nain lagibara jhumra
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mte nain pachhrana
kahelata heba ki nain hue.
muin khula rakhichhen taet
jiba aasbar lukarthanu
sunmibalikari kainkainta
jenta mate nain subhe.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Kuch Dur Tak Hi Sahi
Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha
Aarso gujr rahe the
Bethe mahfil mein tanha
khud se poochte the
aapne ghar ka raasta
Tum mile to
Shayad darpan dekha
Pahli bar.
Aaparachit khud se
Parichay hua
Pahli bar.
Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha
Yo to har mausam
patjhad hi raha
jivan ka
Kuch der hi sahi
Thahari to bahar
Humare yahan.
Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha
Sadiya beet gayi
Aur sanse chalti rahi
Tum aaye toh
saso ke is door ko
jivan ka naam mila
pehli baar.
Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha
Yo to virano
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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Sari Bair
So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,
An' there's more than one ole pal o' mine 'as 'anded in 'is check;
But Ginger still takes nourishment; 'e's well, but breathin' 'ard.
An' so 'e sends the strength uv it scrawled on a chunk uv card.
'On the day we 'it the transport there wus cheerin' on the pier,
An' the girls wus wavin' hankies as they dropped a partin' tear,
An' we felt like little 'eroes as we watched the crowd recede,
Fer we sailed to prove Australia, an' our boastin' uv the breed.
'There wus Trent, ex~toff, uv England; there wus Green, ex-pug, uv 'Loo;
There wus me, an' Craig uv Queensland, wiv 'is 'ulkin' six-foot-two:
An' little Smith uv Collin'wood, 'oo 'owled a rag-time air.
On the day we left the Leeuwin, bound nor'-west for Gawd-knows-where.
'On the day we come to Cairo wiv its niggers an' its din,
To fill our eyes wiv desert sand, our souls wiv Eastern sin,
There wus cursin' an' complainin'; we wus 'ungerin' fer fight -
Little imertation soljers full uv vanity an' skite.
'Then they worked us - Gawd! they worked us, till we knoo wot drillin' meant;
Till men begun to feel like men, an' wasters to repent,
Till we grew to 'ate all Egyp', an' its desert, an' its stinks:
On the days we drilled at Mena in the shadder uv the Sphinx.
'Then Green uv Sydney swore an oath they meant to 'old us tight,
A crowd uv flarnin' ornaments wivout a chance to fight;
But little Smith uv Collin'wood, he whistled 'im a toon,
An' sez, 'Aw, take a pull. lad, there'll be whips o' stoushin' soom.'
'Then the waitin', weary waitin', while we itched to meet the foe!
But we'd done wiv fancy skitin' an' the comic op'ra show.
We wus soljers - finished soljers, an' we felt it in our veins
On the day we trod the desert on ole Egyp's sandy plains.
'An' Trent 'e said it wus a bore, an' all uv us wus blue,
An' Craig, the giant, never joked the way 'e used to do.
But little Smith uv Collin'wood 'e 'ummed a little song,
An' said, 'You leave it to the 'eads. O now we sha'n't be long!'
'Then Sari Bair, O Sari Bair, 'twus you wot seen it done,
The day the transports rode yer bay beneath a smilin' sun.
We boasted much, an' toasted much; but where yer tide line creeps,
'Twus you, me dainty Sari Bair, that seen us play fer keeps.
'We wus full uv savage skitin' while they kep' us on the shelf -
(Now I tell yeh, square an' 'onest, I wus doubtin' us meself):
But we proved it, good an' plenty, that our lads can do an' dare,
On the day we walloped Abdul o'er the sands o' Sari Bair.
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Tham Lo
Tham lo
Vakth ko,
Tumse
Kuch aaur bhi kahna hai.
Vakth ki raftar me
Sahme, simte se
Kuch labz,
Jo hotho pe rah gaye
Dabe dabe se
Unko bhi chahakna hai
Tham lo
Vakth ko
Rok lo
Raho ko
Tum sang
Kuch aaur duur tak jana hai
Rishto ki anban me
Jhllaye, uljhaye se
Kuch kadam
Uuthe hi nahi jo kabhi
Ruke ruke se
Unko bhi thoda chalna hai
Rok lo
Raho ko
Bandh lo
Sanso ko
Kuch dhadkano ko tumhari
Abb bhi jan na hai
Soch ki takrar se
Ghabraye, bahkaye se
Kuch pal
Tham se gaye jo
Unko bhi dhadkna hai
Bandh lo
Sanso ko
Tok do
Palko ko
Tumhari najro me
Abb bhi khud ko
Khojna hai
Dooriyo ke pardo me
Sharmaye bharmaye se
Kuch jahalak
Bevajah hi jukh gaye jo
Uunko bhi uudna hai
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Khuda Kaisa Dikhta Hoga
Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Aandhero ke is dor mein
Vo bhi
Po phatne ke rah takta hoga.
Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Nafrato ke is sahar mein
Vo bhi,
Diya jala,
Thoda pyar
Thodi vafa
dhoondhta hoga.
Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Aapni hi banayi sristi mein
Roj
thoda khoon
thode aasu
vo bhi,
bahata hoga.
Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Chup ke
thujh mein
mujh mein
is aas mein
jita hoga
ki,
kabhi to hoga aant
is intezar ka,
intejar karta hoga.
Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
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poem by Caasder Fronds
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Kuch Kehna Hey Tumse
KUCH KEHNA HEY TUMSE
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
Dhere-Dhere uhi chup-chup ke..
kuch kehna hey tumse..
Band khidki se Dekhey tuje ab kese..
BEEN Mousam Barsat Barse to bhi kese...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
jo Dekha ek khawab kehkash Nighone..
DiL-DiL u milane se pehle...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
Diya or Bati ki tarha hona hey jo roshan...
musukrhat ke badal saja ne hey sada...
uhi kese samjaye been bole kese ab reh paye..
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
Dor-Dor beth ke u ku sarmana..
Naav ko kabhi to hey kinare hey lana....
kyu tanha ab hey rehna paas ake u kuch kehna...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
-SANDEEP JAHAAL
poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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Jarata
1
Anka kasidelabelaku samaste ascharya
emiti phala baharila kemiti
jaha kaunasi sankyare chidunain.
sakala bipadaku taulilabelaku
bhari paduchhi a rajya
khuna jani guna uthuchhi ubuki.
Sara dipahara aaha chu chu karibaku
kie achhi bahara.
Netrutwa neba kana ede sahaja
mati pachi panka gandheilejai phute padma.
Bishada samayare sahi sambhali
rahiparile prakatibe Rama
juadu jemiti pabana bahuchhi
bahuthau chhada nain niti niyama.
Pratiti muhurtare jadi kichhi kichhi sikhuchha tebe jiinchha
samayara aahwana swikara kari aabhijana aarambha kale
hata paantaku aasijiba bijaya.
Bijay!
kahara bijaya?
satyara sindura phatibabele
jie thia hoithiba nischala tahara
kie uchha nischha kie
satrukie kiemitra
bachhabichara kichhi na thiba.
2
kana kemiti karibi mote pachara nain
kemiti udeibi aakasha chutuki phutai
kie kana karibe kemiti karibe
sabu jojana sarichhi
hebaki badalai kara kapala kostthi.
Janma mora bhala lagi
kebe karinain anista chinta kaharahele.
Jaha karichhi a jae sabu para lagi
mothi para aapana bheda e nain.
Samadrustire dekhichhi sabhinki
galikandi buleichhi panira siara kati kati.
Jaichhi jebe sakhinka melare
swapna dekhichhi matira aakashara
Taranakshyaramane olehhi aasichhanti sabhinka munhare
phutiuthichhi hasa.
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poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Maine
Relaxing on my* hands and knees
Relaxing on my* face
Reclining in the bear-trap of its tender warm embrace
Glazed with coniferous green
Glazed with excitement and dread
Exhausted from oversleep
Awake but still in bed
The shaving razors rusty but the sting brings you exactly back to
Maine
Is** the world that went south
Maine
Is** a punch in the mouth
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
Maine
Is the devil you know
Maine
Is the heaven below
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
I love you anyway (I love you anyway)
I promise theres no other state (theres no other state)
But only if you stay away (but only if you leave)
And leave me to my ugly state*** (me to my ugly state)
And give me back my evil heart so I can see you as you are in
Maine
Is the world that went south
Maine
Is a punch in the mouth
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
Maine
Is the poison you love
Maine
Is the hell from above
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
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Awareness poem in Hindi by Deepak kumar deep
Sadiyon se khamosh ye dharti
Pata dhoondh rahi hai insanon ka
Kash! Kahin koi mil jaye
Kya shahar hai ye veerano ka?
Dhadhak rahen hai dil par hoth hain band
Iltaza hai kuch kahne ki
Par! sari nakam koshish
Mai chala gaya tha mudon ke shahar me
The naam wahan gude huwe sunhare patthron par
Wo bebas the, chilla rahe the,
Ro rahe the apni lachari par
Zuban na thepaas unke, kuch kahne ko
Kyonki wo bebas the lachar the……
Jane laga jab wahan se main
Pukar rahi thi wo sari lashen mughe
Chilla chilla kar kar kah rahi thi-
Mat banna aise, jaise the mere karm
Yaad kar un baton ko, aati mughe abs harm
Banna tha jab narm mughe, huwa main narm
Andhvishwashon me ghira tha mera apna dharm….
Jao jakar bata do unko
Meri tarah hi unka hoga haal
Maine ta umernahi ki bhakti, sirf kiya dikhawa
Jo bana aaj ka sawal
Maine apna waqut gawaya, duniyawi such ko pane me
Shareer ko sajane me,
Imarte banana me,
Danga fasad karne karane me
Par zara bhi na diya dhyan
Manav jeevan sawarne me.
Murakhta aur pagalpan ki bhi had hoti hai
Maine samay ke satguru ko nahi pahchana
Sirf libas dekha, shaklon par dhokha khakar
Har yug me maine mara taana.
Main bhi kitna badnaseeb tha
Manjeel mere karib tha
Phir bhi daud raha tha paglon ki tarah
Wo waqut bhi kaisa ajeeb tha.
Khair! Min to apne kiye ki bhugat raha hoon
Par jao jakar kahna un ghamandi, ahankari, papai,
durachari, anachari, Vyabhichari, atyachari logon se
Kyon kar raha hai apne aap se gaddaari.
Kar le apne aapki pahchan
Kaun hai tu? Kya hai tera asthan?
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Hindi Poem- Ankahi
Aaj kagaz pe syahi failane ka man to bahut hain,
Par kuch nahi hain khas,
Kash aaj main kuch likh pati,
Kash kuch keh pati,
Par pata nahi kyun,
Aaj shabd nahi hain mere pas,
Kin khayaalo ke bare me sochu main,
Jab kuch lamhe hi nahi saheje apne pas,
Kuch dhundhli yaadein bhi nahi mere sath,
Kya bayaan karu aaj jazbaat apne,
Kuch jazbaat hi nahi mere pas,
Jazbaat chodo,
Lagta hai aaj kehne ko to apni saasein bhi nahi mere pas,
Log kehte hai... jazbaat aur saasein to dil me basti hain,
Lagta hain... Aaj shayad dil hi nahi mere pas....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Tumhare Saath
Tamam jindagi kaati humne
Tak -taki laga,
Uss tat ko nihar,
Choote he jo ho jata raha,
Dur,
Bahut dur.. har baar.
Tumhare saath,
Sochte hai,
Choo hi lenge kadam,
Us tat ko…. is baar..
Tamam umr kaati humne
Becheeni me,
Us subah ka raat se,
Aur us raat ka subah se,
Palko pe liye
Na jaane kaun sa intezar.
Tumhare saath,
Lagta hai,
Jee hi lenge aakhir,
Voh subah, voh raat
Ek hi din, ek pal hi mei,
ek baar.
Tamam umr dhoondhte rahe jo
Dar dar..bhatak bhatak,
Gali gali, dastak de hr deewar,
Tumhare saath,
Shayad,
Voh mil hi gaya hai,
Haath aa gaya hai,
Jo mil ke bhi khota raha
Har baar.
Bahut jindagi jee le humne
Kuch khali, kuch aadhoore se lekar
Na janne kitne kitne aahsas,
Tumhare saath,
Na jaane kyun
Bharne laga hai khalipan
Poore se lagne lage hai…
Voh tamam aadhoore aahsas..
poem by Anjali Kakati
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The Canterbury Tales; the Wyves tale of Bathe
The Prologe of the Wyves tale of Bathe.
Experience, though noon auctoritee
Were in this world, were right ynogh to me
To speke of wo that is in mariage;
For, lordynges, sith I twelf yeer was of age,
Thonked be God, that is eterne on lyve,
Housbondes at chirche-dore I have had fyve-
For I so ofte have ywedded bee-
And alle were worthy men in hir degree.
But me was toold, certeyn, nat longe agoon is,
That sith that Crist ne wente nevere but onis
To weddyng in the Cane of Galilee,
That by the same ensample, taughte he me,
That I ne sholde wedded be but ones.
Herkne eek, lo, which a sharpe word for the nones,
Biside a welle Jesus, God and Man,
Spak in repreeve of the Samaritan.
'Thou hast yhad fyve housbondes,' quod he,
'And thilke man the which that hath now thee
Is noght thyn housbonde;' thus seyde he, certeyn.
What that he mente ther by, I kan nat seyn;
But that I axe, why that the fifthe man
Was noon housbonde to the Samaritan?
How manye myghte she have in mariage?
Yet herde I nevere tellen in myn age
Upon this nombre diffinicioun.
Men may devyne, and glosen up and doun,
But wel I woot expres withoute lye,
God bad us for to wexe and multiplye;
That gentil text kan I wel understonde.
Eek wel I woot, he seyde, myn housbonde
Sholde lete fader and mooder, and take me;
But of no nombre mencioun made he,
Of bigamye, or of octogamye;
Why sholde men speke of it vileynye?
Lo, heere the wise kyng, daun Salomon;
I trowe he hadde wyves mo than oon-
As, wolde God, it leveful were to me
To be refresshed half so ofte as he-
Which yifte of God hadde he, for alle hise wyvys?
No man hath swich that in this world alyve is.
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poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Main Jo Tha Mom Ka Putla
main jo tha
vo mom ka putla
har kisi ko pasand aata tha
ye mom ka putla
na kuch kehta tha
na kuch samajta tha
ye mom ka putla
phir ek din mujme jaan daal di gayi
insaano ki duniya mein meri naam daal diya gaya
kuch pasand karne lage
kuch hue jealous
kuch pyar karte
kuch takrar karte
main jo tha ek mom ka putla
kisi ne mujme jaan daal di
ab hone lagi dheere dheere nafrat mujhse
kisi ne mujhme khot nikal di
har cheez bikti thi us duniya mein
par mera koi mol na paya
main jo tha ek mom ka putla
kisi ne mujhme jaan daal di
sauda hua jo beedh ke bazaar mein
kahin bik na paya main
mera mol kaha tha
us aamir ki dukan pe
jo kudh hi lut chuka ho
vo kya chukata mol mera
padha raha aasman mein
mom ka putla ban kar
phir ek din meri jo jarurat na thi
bej diya mujhe khadan mein
aag jo meri meet thi
mil gayi khushi is jahan ko
main jo tha mom ka putla
kaam na aaya is jahan ke
main jo tha mom ka putla............................................ .......
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Nostalgia
Yo hi,
Kabhi udhedte hai
To
Kabhi bunte hai
Tamam salaiyo me aatki se
Aapni jindagi ke tar.
Khuli aakho se,
Dekhte hai,
Kabhi bante
Kabhi bigardte
Na jane,
Kitne- kitne khawab.
Kabke beete lamho me,
Khojte hai
Aab bhi,
Aapna aastitav,
Aapni pahchan.
Gujrate ja rahe hai sadiya
Raat me subah ka
Aur
Subah se he raat ka
Yo,
Becheni se karte intejar.
Uljhi se
In taro ko,
Kabhi jodte hai
To
Kabhi todte hai
Ye aandekhe
Ye aanjane se
Bebas tare
Jo,
Ab tak bandhe huai hai
Meeri aatman ko
Tumhari aatma ke saath.
Yo hi,
Kabhi udhedte hai
To
Kabhi bunte hai
Tamam salaiyo me aatki se
Aapni jindgi ke tar.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Na jaoo itne dur humse
Kyon ja rahe ho
Itne dur humse?
Na jaaoo itne dur,
Itne dur,
Ke hum aawaj de,
Jo deewaro me goonj
Hum tak hi lout aaye,
aur
tum tak meri aah to kya
rooh ki phariyaad bhi na pahuch paaye.
Na jaaoo itne dur,
Itne dur,
Ke hum dastak de de ke thak jaaye
Aur
Koie darwaza, koie raah
Hume to kya humare janaje tak ko
tum tak na le ja paaye.
Na jaaoo itne dur,
Itne dur,
Ke hum youn hi raat ke aashko ko
Subah ki dhoop me sukhate phiree,
Aur
Palko tale tamam umr dard ko
khamooshi se sambhale rahe.
Kis khata ki saza de rahe ho hume?
Ke nabz bajti rahe,
Sans chalti rahe,
Aur,
Usee hum jindagi ka namm
Bhi na de paaye.
Kyun ja rahe ho itne dur humse,
Na jaaoo!
Lout aaoo!
Aakhir…
Tumhare rooh ka kuch
Humse bhi to hai wasta,
Khushi ka na sahi
Dard ka tumhare humse hai
Kuch poorana sa rishta.
Joodti hai
Jo tumhari tanhaee se
Meri tanhaee ko,
Deekho na,
Kitni dur se chala aa raha hai
Ye rasta.
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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Udd Chal Tu Kahi Kise Aur Jahaan Me.
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu....
le chal tu asman me dur kahi....
raste nahi hote asan par muskil bhi nahi hote darmiyan....
chaah kar ruk na na kabhi tu, Na Rukha mod na kabhi tu...
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
ped ki tarha rakh soch tu, bekher kar bhi naya hosla pa tu.
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu.
dur sabhi hey lekin dil se taar jode le tu..
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me..
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu..
-JAHAAL
poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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Din na beete..na beett ti ye raat
Din na beete
na beettti hai raat,
yaad me aapke
na subah ka hota hai ujjala
na khatam hoti kali se ye raat.
Rook paate aapko
Palko ke darmayan
Itni na thi kabiliyat
Na hi koi chah.
Phir kho kar aapko
Kyon hota hai ye mann udass.
Bemanzil rahee thi
tanha musafir the.
Phir kuch pal ke saath se
Kyoun ho gaya hume
Aapke humsafar hone ka
Ehsas?
Jante thee
dil tab bhi Tha tanha,
Kal bhi rahega tanha
Phir tanhaee kyoun
Lage itni tanha
Aur dil itna khali
Aapke bina.
Sannate se ghabrate hai
Shor me sambhal jaate hai
Ab shor bhi lage hai sannata
Jaane ab kab sammbhalanga
Ye mann mera
bhulbhuliya me jo khoya
sa hai aaj.
Din na beete
na beettti hai raat- anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Fairy Tale High
On a fairy tale high
Don't you believe that your dreams all come true
The fairy tale world inside can bring it to you
You just have to wish, and you'll take off and fly
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high
Just look around you, the dark clouds are far
Stand on your tiptoes, and reach for a star
As stardust comes sprinkling, it will brighten your eyes
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
song performed by Donna Summer
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Sir Andrew Barton
The First Part
'When Flora with her fragrant flowers
Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,
And Neptune with his daintye showers
Came to present the monthe of Maye;
King Henrye rode to take the ayre,
Over the river of Thames past hee;
When eighty merchants of London came,
And downe they knelt upon their knee.
'O yee are welcome, rich merchants,
Good saylors, welcome unto mee.'
They swore by the rood, they were saylors good,
But rich merchants they cold not bee.
'To France nor Flanders dare we pass,
Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare;
And all for a rover that lyes on the seas,
Who robbs us of our merchant ware.'
King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde,
And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,
'I thought he had not beene in the world,
Durst have wrought England such unright.'
The merchants sighed, and said, 'Alas!'
And thus they did their answer frame;
'He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas,
And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name.'
The king loot over his left shoulder,
And an angrye look then looked hee;
'Have I never a lorde in all my realme,
Will feitch yond traytor unto mee?'
'Yea, that dare I,' Lord Howard sayes;
If it please your grace to give me leave,
Myselfe wil be the only man.'
'Thou art but yong,' the kyng replyed,
'Yond Scott hath numbred manye a yeare.'
'Trust me, my liege, Ile make him quail,
Or before my prince I will never appeare.'
'Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have,
And chuse them over my realme so free;
Besides good mariners, and shipp-boyes,
To guide the great shipp on the sea.'
The first man that Lord Howard chose,
Was the ablest gunner in all the realme,
Thoughe he was threescore yeeres and ten;
Good Peter Simon was his name.
'Peter,' sais hee, 'I must to the sea,
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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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