Chitke pyare taare in hindi by deepak kumar deep
Neele neele amber par,
chitke pyare taare hain..
Suraj ki kirno se,
chamakte ye saare hain..
kabhi ladhte n ghagarte ye,
milkar sare rahte hain....
door door tak dhara pe,
ujiyara ye karte hain.......
shwet dhawal prakesh se apne,
bhoole pathik ko raah dikhate..
karo nishwarth sewa sabki,
''deep'' paath yahi padhte.......
''Poet''
deep ak kumar ''deep''
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La Chronique Ascendante des Ducs de Normandie
Mil chent et soisante anz out de temps et d'espace
puiz que Dex en la Virge descendi par sa grace,
quant un clerc de Caen, qui out non Mestre Vace,
s'entremist de l'estoire de Rou et de s'estrasce,
qui conquist Normendie, qui qu'en poist ne qui place,
contre l'orgueil de France, qui encor les menasce,
que nostre roi Henri la congnoissë et sace.
Qui gaires n'a de rentes ne gaires n'en porcache ;
mez avarice a frait a largesce sa grace,
ne peut lez mainz ouvrir, plus sont gelez que glace, .
ne sai ou est reposte, ne truiz train ne trace;
qui ne soit losengier ne encort liu ne place,
a plusors i fait on la cue lovinace.
Ce ne fu mie el temps Virgile ne Orace
ne el temps Alixandre ne Cesar ne Estace,
lores avoit largesce vertu et efficace.
Du roi Henri voil faire ceste premiere page,
qui prist Alianor, dame de haut parage,
Dex doinst a ambedeuls de bien faire courage!
Ne me font mie rendre a la court le musage,
de dons et de pramesses chascun d' euls m' asouage ;
mez besoing vient souvent qui tost sigle et tost nage,
et souvent me fait meitre le denier et le gage.
France est Alienor et debonnaire et sage ;
roÿne fu de France en son premier aage,
Looÿs l' espousa qui out grant mariage;
en Jerusalem furent en lonc pelerinage,
assez y traist chescun travail et ahanage,
Quant reparriez s' en furent, par conseil du barnage
s' em parti la roÿne o riche parentage;
de cele departie n'out elle nul damage ;
a Poitiers s'en ala, son naturel manage,
n'i out plus prochain heir qu'el fu de son lignage.
Li roiz Henri la prist o riche mariage,
cil qui tint Engleterre et la terre marage
entre Espaingne et Escosce, de rivage en rivage ;
grant parole est de lui et de son vasselage,
des felons qu'il destraint comme oysel clos en cage ;
n' a baron en sa terre o si grant herbergage
qui ost le pais enfraindre em plein ne en boscage,
se il peut estre ataint, n'et des membres hontage,
ou qu'il n'i lest le cors ou l' ame en ostage.
La geste voil de Rou et dez Normanz conter,
lors faiz et lor proësce doi je bien recorder.
Les boisdies de France ne font mie a celer,
tout tens voudrent Franchoiz Normanz desheriter
et tout tens se penerent d' euls vaincre et d'els grever,
et quant Franceiz nes porent par force sormonter
par plusors tricheries lez soulent agraver ;
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Humanity Poem- Manavta Ki Khatir
Rog laga hai har manav ko, main bada hoon tumse pyare
Tu tu may may ki issi aag me, jal rahen hain ye sare
Pyar nahi hai dilon me apne, Lagate Vishva-bandhutva ken are
Seekhen zara prakriti se bhi, jo milkar rahte chand sitare
Gar ghukaden apne aapko to, mit jayenge ghagde sare
Gair nahi koi vair nahi hai, sab hain apne mit hamare
Manav me manavta na ho, to insaan ki kaam ka
Aisa manav chalti phirti lash hai, aur lash hai kis kaam ka
Dhairya, kashma, karuna nahi to, vidya ka gyan kis kaam ka
Bistar hai par neend nahi, wo saaman hai kis kaam ka
Dhan se hai bharpur par shanti nahi, aisa dhan kis kaam ka
Duniya jise such kahti hai, wo such hai kis kaam ka
Tarraki kar li insano ne, gyan aur vigyaan se
Vhed dala antrikash ko bhi, roket wayun se
Much pe baten badi badi, par dil abhi pashan se
Haasil sab kuch kar liya par, bach na sake abhiman se
Manav me manavta hogi to sirf guru ke gyan se
“Deep” milegi mukti to bas, rab ki hi pahchan se
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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.
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School V/s College
Na hoti ye B. Tech, na hoti ye MD ki sheetey
Yaad aate hain yaaro, lamhe wo beetein
School ki wo masti yaad aati hai har pal
Yaad aata hain mujhko beet gaya jo kal
School mein jaate the padne hum saare
College mein jaate hain attendance ke maare
Teacher ko maante the tab hum guru
School mein jaate hi padhai shuru
Yahaan to chalti hai humari sarkar
Dooston ke sang maani kabhi na haar
School mein padte waqt hota tha competition
Yahaan aakar puchhte hain kab aayega math ka solution
School mein pocket mein hota tha pencil n rubber
Yahaan to class notes ki bhi nahi hai khabar
School mein jaate the hum sab padne, ghar pe sab kuch batana hain
College mein jana to girl friend dekhne ka ek bahana hain
School mein jaate waqt, har roj hote the paise
Yahaan purse to hain, lekin nahi hain paise
School mein hamesha jaane se pahle bag check kia
Yahaan to jo marji mila, wahe kagaj utha lia
Pen jeb mein hua nhi, ungli se kaam chalaya hai
Jisne ki hain college mein masti sukh to usne hi paaya hai
School mein hoti thi full attendance, yahhan to 60 ke liye bhi rote hain
Par sach bataun yaaro college mein hi sapne poore hote hain
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New Year Poem- Saal Naya Ho Deepak Kumar Deep
Is duniyan ki reet purani
baad subah ke hoti shaam
rang birangi is duniyan ka
hona ek din kam tamam.
Suraj chanda sabhi hain badle
badle dharti aur aasman
Jisam hain badle rab na badla
issi ko kahte hain bhagwan.
Prabhu amar aur avinashi
Iska kabhi bhi nash na hota
Issi se raushan duniyan sari
Bin iske prakash na hota.
karwat li hai waqut ne jab jab
Satyug, treta dwapar aaya
har yug me ye rup badlta
jaisa jab bhi samay hai aaya.
ho laddu kitna bhi tedda
par hum aam usse na kahte hain
jab raam ek hai is duniya ka
fir bhram me hum kyon rahte hain.
Apne bhi badal hain jaate
jab saya dukh ka aata hai
nirasha, dukh, takleef me
bas ye hi sath nibhata hai.
failao daman issi ke aage
sab issi ke mang ke khate hain
par murakh aur agyani log
kha ke iska isko aankh dikhte hain.
satguru pura rab dikhlata
har yug me ye aata hai
aaj bhi aaya ban hardev
aur gyan uzzala failata hai.
Aao satguru ke charnon me
ye hi rab dikhlayega
bhed tughe jo raam khuda me
uska bharam mitayega.
saal naya ho sabkikhatir
uzzawal aur mangalkari
bhukh garibi na ho kahi pe
deep, sukhi ho duniya sari.
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Tentacles of Time
Sadho Ye Murdon Ka Gaon
Peer Mare, Pygambar Mari Hain
Mari Hain Zinda Jogi
Raja Mari Hain, Parja Mari Hain
Mari Hain Baid Aur Rogi
Chanda Mari Hain, Suraj Mari Hain
Mari Hain Dharni Akasa
Chaudan Bhuvan Ke Chaudhry Mari Hain
In Hun Ki Ka Asa
Nauhun Mari Hain, Dus Hun Mari Hain
Mari Hain Sahaj Athasi
Tethis Koti Devata Mari Hain
Badi Kaal Ki Bazi
Naam Anam Anant Rehat Hai
Duja Tatva Na Hoi
Kahe Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho
Bhatak Maro Mat Koi
English Translation
Oh Sadhu This is the Village of the Dead
The Saints Have Died, The God-Messengers Die
The Life-Filled Yogis Die Too |
The Kings Die, The Subjects Die
The Healers and the Sick Die Too ||
The Moon Dies, The Sun Dies
The Earth and Sky Die Too |
Even the Caretakers of the Fourteen Worlds Die
Why Hope For Any of These ||
The Nine Die, The Ten Die
The Eighty Eight Die Easily Too |
The Thirty Three Crore Devatas Die
It's a Big Game of Time ||
The Un-Named Naam Lives Without Any End
There is No Other Truth ||
Says Kabir Listen Oh Sadhu
Don't Get Lost and Die ||
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
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Tum Kyun Nahi Aaye Pehle Kabhi?
Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Duniya bhar ki roshni liye?
Hume andhere ki aadat
Ho chalee thee.
Kabhi youn khud ko dekha nahi,
Andhere me sheesha nazar aaya hi nahi.
Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Itni sari khusiyan liye
Hume gamo se mohabbat
Ho gayee thee.
Dekho..
daman me sambhali jaati nahi!
Kabhi issko batorte hai,
Toh kabhi uss ko kho dete hai!
Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Umar bhar ki guftagoo liye?
Bheed me tanha phirte the,
Kabhi bewazah haste,
Kabhi bewazah rote the,
Par aah tak nahi karte the.
Abb samajh aata nahi..
Tumse shikayat kare..
Ya kare gila
Tum kyun nahi aaye pehle kabhi?
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Cleanness
Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende
& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,
Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche
& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge.
For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges
Wyth þe freke þat in fylþe fol3es Hym after,
As renkez of relygioun þat reden & syngen
& aprochen to hys presens & prestez arn called;
Thay teen vnto his temmple & temen to hym seluen,
Reken with reuerence þay rychen His auter;
Þay hondel þer his aune body & vsen hit boþe.
If þay in clannes be clos þay cleche gret mede;
Bot if þay conterfete crafte & cortaysye wont,
As be honest vtwyth & inwith alle fylþez,
Þen ar þay synful hemself & sulped altogeder
Boþe God & His gere, & hym to greme cachen.
He is so clene in His courte, þe Kyng þat al weldez,
& honeste in His housholde & hagherlych serued
With angelez enourled in alle þat is clene,
Boþ withine & withouten in wedez ful bry3t;
Nif he nere scoymus & skyg & non scaþe louied,
Hit were a meruayl to much, hit mo3t not falle.
Kryst kydde hit Hymself in a carp onez,
Þeras He heuened a3t happez & hy3t hem her medez.
Me mynez on one amonge oþer, as Maþew recordez,
Þat þus clanness vnclosez a ful cler speche:
Þe haþel clene of his hert hapenez ful fayre,
For he schal loke on oure Lorde with a bone chere';
As so saytz, to þat sy3t seche schal he neuer
Þat any vnclannesse hatz on, auwhere abowte;
For He þat flemus vch fylþe fer fro His hert
May not byde þat burre þat hit His body ne3en.
Forþy hy3not to heuen in haterez totorne,
Ne in þe harlatez hod, & handez vnwaschen.
For what vrþly haþel þat hy3honour haldez
Wolde lyke if a ladde com lyþerly attyred,
When he were sette solempnely in a sete ryche,
Abof dukez on dece, with dayntys serued?
Þen þe harlot with haste helded to þe table,
With rent cokrez at þe kne & his clutte traschez,
& his tabarde totorne, & his totez oute,
Oþer ani on of alle þyse, he schulde be halden vtter,
With mony blame ful bygge, a boffet peraunter,
Hurled to þe halle dore & harde þeroute schowued,
& be forboden þat bor3e to bowe þider neuer,
On payne of enprysonment & puttyng in stokkez;
& þus schal he be schent for his schrowde feble,
Þa3neuer in talle ne in tuch he trespas more.
& if vnwelcum he were to a worþlych prynce,
3et hym is þe hy3e Kyng harder in her euen;
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Gazal Badi Ajeeb hai ye Zindagi in hindi by deepak kumar deep
Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi,
khushi ek pal ke liye
dukh verson baras ke liye
koi sukh chahta hai is jeevan me
to usse dukhon ki bhari bori hi mil jati hai
jahan foolon ke milne ki aaasha hai
wahan katon ki sej bich jati hai
Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.....................
Kuch satya kuch ghooth
Kabhi aasha kabhi nirasha
kabhi sawpno ko pane ki lalasa
inhi me ulagh kar rah gayi hai zindagi
Badi ajeeb hai hai ye zindagi................
Kabhi jati kabhi varn
Kabhi bhasha kabhi dharm
viwadoke ghere me hai aaj ki sanskriti
kaise kahen, kya yahi hai zindagi?
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi...........
Pyar doge pyar milega
satkar doge samman milega
mehanat se har chij hai sambhav
kam se chori hai dukh ka anubhav
ham jaisa hain sochte nahi hai aisi zindagi?
fier bhi log kahte hain,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.............
Manav jeevan ek baar hai mita
nahi milta hai barambar
har manav se pyar karen
nafrat ko de dutkar
Krodha chod dhairya apnayen
paap chod punya kamayen
ye dharti hai dharam ki
jitni marji fasal ugayen
Ek baar yatan kar dekhen-
Hai khusnasheeb ye zindagi
nahi hai ajeeb ye zindagifir bhi log kahte hai,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.........
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The Amber Whale
WE were down in the Indian Ocean, after sperm, and three years out;
The last six months in the tropics, and looking in vain for a spout,—
Five men up on the royal yards, weary of straining their sight;
And every day like its brother,—just morning and noon and night—
Nothing to break the sameness: water and wind and sun
Motionless, gentle, and blazing,—never a change in one.
Every day like its brother: when the noonday eight-bells came,
'Twas like yesterday; and we seemed to know that to-morrow would be the same.
The foremast hands had a lazy time: there was never a thing to do;
The ship was painted, tarred down, and scraped; and the mates had nothing new.
We'd worked at sinnet and ratline till there wasn't a yarn to use,
And all we could do was watch and pray for a sperm whale's spout—or news.
It was whaler's luck of the vilest sort; and, though many a volunteer
Spent his watch below on the look-out, never a whale came near,—
At least of the kind we wanted: there were lots of whales of a sort,—
Killers and finbacks, and such like, as if they enjoyed the sport
Of seeing a whale-ship idle; but we never lowered a boat
For less than a blackfish, —there's no oil in a killer's or finback's coat.
There was rich reward for the look-out men,—tobacco for even a sail,
And a barrel of oil for the lucky dog who'd be first to 'raise' a whale.
The crew was a mixture from every land, and many a tongue they spoke;
And when they sat in the fo'castle, enjoying an evening smoke,
There were tales told, youngster, would make you stare—stories of countless shoals
Of devil-fish in the Pacific and right-whales away at the Poles.
There was one of these fo'castle yarns that we always loved to hear,—
Kanaka and Maori and Yankee; all lent an eager ear
To that strange old tale that was always new,—the wonderful treasure-tale
Of an old Down-Eastern harpooneer who had struck an Amber Whale!
Ay, that was a tale worth hearing, lad: if 'twas true we couldn't say,
Or if 'twas a yarn old Mat had spun to while the time away.
'It's just fifteen years ago,' said Mat, 'since I shipped as harpooneer
On board a bark in New Bedford, and came cruising somewhere near
To this whaling-ground we're cruising now; but whales were plenty then,
And not like now, when we scarce get oil to pay for the ship and men.
There were none of these oil wells running then,—at least, what shore folk term
An oil well in Pennsylvania,—but sulphur-bottom and sperm
Were plenty as frogs in a mud-hole, and all of 'em big whales, too;
One hundred barrels for sperm-whales; and for sulphur-bottom, two.
You couldn't pick out a small one: the littlest calf or cow
Had a sight more oil than the big bull whales we think so much of now.
We were more to the east, off Java Straits, a little below the mouth,—
A hundred and five to the east'ard and nine degrees to the south;
And that was as good a whaling-ground for middling-sized, handy whales
As any in all the ocean; and 'twas always white with sails
From Scotland and Hull and New England,—for the whales were thick as frogs,
And 'twas little trouble to kill 'em then, for they lay as quiet as logs.
And every night we'd go visiting the other whale-ships 'round,
Or p'r'aps we'd strike on a Dutchman, calmed off the Straits, and bound
To Singapore or Batavia, with plenty of schnapps to sell
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Kaha Dhoondhe Kisko?
Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila,
Woh milke,
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.
Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.
Jo mila,
Khawab ban,
Oojhal hota hi gaya.
Badi mannate ki
Takdeeron se,
Kabhi bandh darwaza
Bandh hi raha
Toh,
kabhi khulkar bhi
Khali hi raha.
Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Ret ke gharondoo me?
Jo har lahar ke saath
Badle sahar?
Ya un baadloo me?
Jo har jhoke me
Badle nagar?
Bahut bhagee hai manzilon ke peeche..
Kabhi manzil badal gaye,
Toh
Kabhi rahee badal gayee.
Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila
Who milke
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.
Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Kenapa bilang cinta
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila hanya sekejap mata
Kenapa bilang suka
Bila cuma di bibir saja
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila untuk status semata
Kenapa bilang saying
Bila bukan aku yang dibayang
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila semuanya pura-pura
Kenapa bilang peduli
Bila sebenarnya tak ada di hati
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila kata-kata tak dimakna
Kenapa bilang takdir
Bila nantinya berakhir
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila tak cukup rasa
Kenapa bilang segalanya
Bila akhirnya tak bersisa
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila alasan lain tak berguna
Kenapa bilang bahagia
Bila terus tersiksa
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila selalu terpaksa
Kenapa bilang tak masalah
Bila berpisah karena berubah
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila besok lalu lupa
Kenapa bilang selalu ada
Bila sepi kian mendera
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila tak berusaha percaya
Kenapa bilang mencoba
Bila menghindari terluka
Kenapa bilang cinta
Bila berharap sebaliknya
Kenapa bilang mengerti
Bila tak pernah tepati janji
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Humanity poem in Hindi by Deepak kumar deep
Aasman me sitaron ko
kisi se ladte dekha hai?
kya suraj chanda taaron ko
raushni sene se adhte dekha hai.
Kya kabhi shikayat ki hai hawa ne
ki mai muft me kyon bahun
nadee ke sheetal jal se poocho
kya kabhi inkar kiya usne
apna jal dene se..
Pashu pakshai bhi apne anusar
sewa jagat ki kare hain
pedh paudhe sabhi ke liye hai
dhoof, chon, hawa
verna, jaati, dekh nahi dete..
Kintu,
ye insan hi aisa kyon
apni khudgarj lalsaon ki khatir
dusron ka sukh chain cheen raha
''Manavta'' sabad ki to isne
hinsha hi kar dali hai.
Aakhir kyon hai aisa insan.
Ham bhi apne aham ko tyagen
aur manavta apnayen
jitna ho ham sabse,
par sewa se punya kamayen
laden na ham baat baat par
prem se har baat sulghayen
jab ek prabhu ke balak hain ham
fir kaisa hai ghagda
chod ninda nafrat ko
har manav ko gale lagayen
chote baden ki baaten ab
rahne hi den kitabon me
saccha pyar karke sabse
is jeevan ko safal banayen.
Aakhir kyon ke is sawal ko
ye jahan kyon duhraye
aisi karni bane hamari,
'deep' jag me ujiyara ho jaye...
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Buat Apa
Buat apa uang berlebih
Jika tak dapat menikmati
Buat apa harta yang banyak
Jika keluarga tak dekat
Buat apa menyombongkan diri
Jika bukan usaha sendiri
Buat apa berdoa dan memuji
Jika tak setulus hati
Buat apa kekuasaan besar
Jika tak membela yang benar
Buat apa umur yang panjang
Jika kebahagiaan tak kau rasakan
Buat apa mengejar kejayaan
Jika akhirnya terlupakan
Buat apa bermain-main dengan kata
Jika tak ada sesuatu yang nyata
Buat apa kekuatan dashyat
Jika dendam terus kau ingat
Buat apa menjadi yang terbaik
Jika tak membuatmu menarik
Buat apa mati-matian mengolah raga
Jika kesehatan tak dijaga
Buat apa terus memperluas
Jika diliputi rasa tak puas
Buat apa berteman
Jika untuk mencari keuntungan
Buat apa memberi kesempatan
Jika selalu mencari kesalahan
Buat apa membuat pilihan
Jika dari awal tak pernah ada lain jalan
Buat diliputi kemujuran
Jika tak mendapatkan apa yang diinginkan
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Puisi Sembilan Tabiat Cinta
Sembilan Tabiat Cinta
I.
Musim-musim hampiri cintaku. Padamu tak sempat kutitip rindu. Hujan pergi tinggalkan basah daunan. Aroma kembang menyemerbak ke udara. Tak ada wangi cintaku di sana. Segersang rindu di matamu akan diriku. Dahaga sepi dan nyerinya tertahan di atas sebidang dadaku. Resah bibirmu, terlampau suram kujamah warnanya. Apa kau tak mendengar degup musim menghujam jantung cintaku. Di sana rindu membiru di bibir waktu. Sebiru resahmu.
II.
Aku tulis tabiat cinta ini dengan ingatan terpenggal musim hujan. Terkambang bah di sungai coklat, terapung di selat kecil ditinggalkan para pengumpul pasir. Tak ada sauh tak ada jangkar untuk kulempar biar perahu waktu berhenti. Sebab laju perahu, nyeri gelombang lautan yang menderita di jantungku. Maka kutulis tabiat cinta ini atas nama rasa yang kurasa kesejukannya setiap embun jatuh seperti matamu menatapku.
III.
Aku mencintaimu bukan tanpa perhitungan, meski belum sepenuhnya tepat waktu. Tetapi aku tidak tergesa-gesa. Itulah sebabnya cintaku mengalir tenang. Serupa capung-capung senjahari terbang di atas hamparan padi menguning.
IV.
Cintaku hidup dari udara pagi di lembah-lembah, sawah dan ladang. Berhembus ke samudra mencipta awan. hujan deras adalah kesetiaanku padamu. Kesetiaan musim pada kesejukan. Dan apabila badai dan banjir datang itulah cemburu batinku yang sialan. Apa kau tak merasa ada kehidupan diantara jarak kita memandang?
V.
Kepadamu aku mencari kekuatan hidup dengan segala kesadaran dan fitrah kemanusiaan. Lalu cinta kubangkitkan di dalamnya dengan tangan-tangan api dan air. Hawa panas dan dingin adalah nafasku. Apa kau tak merasa hembusnya kekasih?
VI.
Tak ada kuasa untuk cinta. Jika ketakutan hadir sebab cemburu. Aku bicara dari lubuk bumi. Meski tak ada pohon bicara. Engkaulah maha pendengar kata-kata yang menjelma dedaunan dan reranting subur. Aku tersiksa oleh cinta. Kau tentu tak sudi mengurai air mata, ketika luka batinku menjeritkan nyeri letusan berapi. Tetapi, biarlah lahar panas menyulap rinduku.
VII.
Kita selalu bicara tentang cinta, nestapa, dan impian sejak pertemuan pertama. Meneguk anggur sampai mabuk, hingga kesadaran tunai di persimpangan menuju hidupmu-menemu hidupku. Kita sepakat lupakan segala, madu dan darah kita, lalu kita penuhi dengan air raksa.
VIII.
Cintaku, rasa sakit dari masa lalu, tak terasa oleh nyeri hari ini untuk masa depan.
IX.
Mari kita berdoa satu sama lain.
Yogyakarta,2011-2012
poem by Selendang Sulaiman
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Tum Kabhi Samajh Paate
Tum kabhi samajh paate
Tum mere liye kya ho
Kabhi mujh me bas ke
Meri nazaro se dekho.
Tum khawab ho,
Tumhi hakikat.
Tum ghana aandhera
Tumhi meri satrangi rangat.
Kabhi oodha hai
Tumhe
Banake jeevan.
Kabhi uttara hai
Samajh ke kafan.
Tumhi pyaas janmo ka
Jise labo ko hai intezar.
Tumhi ho sagar jisme
Doob kar maroo bar bar.
Tum ko kaise batau
Kya ho tum mere,
Kabhi prashan ho,
Kabhi jawab mere.
Kabhi mujh me bas ke
Meri nazaro se dekho.-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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New Year Poem in Hindi by Deepak Kumar Deep
Aman chain ki pawan chale aur
Dharti par khushihali aaye
Khila rahe yun har ek gulshan
Kali koi na murjha paye.
Shans len saken sabhi chain ki
Gamon ke badal na mandrayen
abhishap bane na karm hamara
Chhod paap ko punya kamayen.
milkar rahenge hum sab sare
pal! chahe jaisa bhi aaye
Ghreena vair aur Nafrat taj ke
Hriday me bhi prem basayen.
Sath na jana kuch bhi yaron
Mahal ho jitna aalishan
sada raha na koi yahan par
rank ho chahe ya sultan.
Maut to hai ek kadwi goli
jo sabhi ko khani padti hai
lagta suna sara jahan fir
kyon vyarth me jhagda karti hai.
apne ban jate hain begane
Jinhe bhi apna kahte hain
bhul ke gum wo maut ka tere
giddha, bhangdha karte hain.
naye saal me nayi umang ho
na tangdily badhaali aaye
Bhare rahen bhandare sabke
Sabhi diwali eid manayen.
Na ho koi aatanki hamla
apne hon ya hon begane
chaman na uzade kisi ke ghar ka
gayen khushi ke sabhi tarane.
Tajke dooree dilon se apne
manavta ka farz nibhayen.
'deep'bhulakar bhed bhav ko
Sabhi ko apne gale lagayen.
HAPPY NEW YEAR-2012
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Chahat
tumhay chahat ka mutlab hm kabhi samjha na pain gay
magar phir bhi tmhain dill se kabhi bhula na pain gay
jalaya hath se apne tri hr ik nishani ko
mgr aankhon se ashkon ko kabhi hata na pain gay
toot'ti saans bachaun to kis k naam pr jiyun?
ab saanson se nata hm kabhi nibha na pain gay
ye woh benaam jazba hai jissay budnaam kertay hain
jfa kerna mhbt ko kabhi sikha na pain gay
meri qabar pr aa kr tm ab aansu na bahao
ab tmhain sinay se kabhi hm laga na pain gay
poem by Abdullah Sulehri
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