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hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai

hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai
ye numa'ish suraab kee see hai

naazukee uss ke lab kee kya kahiye
paNkhaRee ik gulaab kee see hai

baar-baar us ke dar pe jaata hooN
Haalat ab iztiraab kee see hai

maiN jo bola kaha ke ye aawaaz
usee KHaanah-KHaraab kee see hai

Meer" un neem-baaz aaNkhoN meN
saaree mastee sharaab kee see hai

poem by Meer Taqi Meer
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Dar-Thula

ARGUMENT.

It may not be improper here to give the story which is the foundation of this poem, as it is handed down by tradition. Usnoth, lord of Etha, which is probably that part of Argyleshire which is near Loch Eta, an arm of the sea in Lorn, had three sons, Nathos, Althos, and Ardan, by Slissáma, the daughter of Semo, and sister to the celebrated Cuthullin. The three brothers, when very young, were sent over to Ireland by their father, to learn the use of arms under their uncle Cuthullin, who made a great figure in that kingdom. They were just landed in Ulster, when the news of Cuthullin's death arrived. Nathos, though very young, took the command of Cuthullin's army, made head against Cairbar the usurper, and defeated him in several battles. Cairbar at last, having found means to murder Cormac, the lawful king, the army of Nathos shifted sides, and he himself was obliged to return into Ulster, in order to pass over into Scotland.

Dar-thula, the daughter of Colla, with whom Cairbar was in love, resided at that time in Seláma, a castle in Ulster. She saw, fell in love, and fled with Nathos; but a storm rising at sea, they were unfortunately driven back on that part of the coast of Ulster, where Cairbar was encamped with his army. The three brothers, after having defended themselves for some time with great bravery, were overpowered and slain, and the unfortunate Dar-thula killed herself upon the body of her beloved Nathos.

The poem opens, on the night preceding the death of the sons of Usnoth, and brings in, by way of episode, what passed before. it relates the death of Dar-thula differently from the common tradition. This account, is the most probable, as suicide seems to have been unknown in those early times, for no traces of it are found in the old poetry.

DAUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is pleasant! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon! They brighten their dark-brown sides. Who is like thee in heaven, light of the silent night? The stars are shamed in thy presence. They turn away their sparkling eyes. Whither dost thou retire from thy course when the darkness of thy countenance grows? Hast thou thy hall, like Ossian? Dwellest thou in the shadow of grief? Have thy sisters fallen from heaven? Are they who rejoiced with thee, at night, no more? Yes, they have fallen, fair light! and thou dost often retire to mourn. But thou thyself shalt fail one night and leave thy blue path in heaven. The stars will then lift their heads: they who were ashamed in thy presence, will rejoice. Thou art now clothed with thy brightness. Look from thy gates in the sky. Burst the cloud, O wind! that the daughters of night may look forth; that the shaggy mountains may brighten, and the ocean roll its white waves in light!

Nathos is on the deep, and Althos, that beam of youth! Ardan is near his brothers. They move in the gloom of their course. The sons of Usnoth move in darkness, from the wrath of Cairbar of Erin. Who is that, dim by their side? The night has covered her beauty! Her hair sighs on ocean's wind. Her robe streams in dusky wreaths. She is like the fair spirit of heaven in the midst of the shadowy mist. Who is it but Dar-thula, the first of Erin's maids? She has fled from the love of Cairbar, with blue-shielded Nathos. But the winds deceive thee, O Dar-thula! They deny the woody Etha to thy sails. These are not the mountains of Nathos; nor is that the roar of his climbing waves. The halls of Cairbar are near: the towers of the foe lift their heads! Erin stretches its green head into the sea. Tura's bay receives the ship. Where have ye been, ye southern Winds, when the sons of my love were deceived? But ye have been sporting on the plains, pursuing the thistle's beard. O that ye had been rustling in the sails of Nathos, till the hills of Etha arose! till they arose in their clouds, and saw their returning chief! Long hast thou been absent, Nathos! the day of thy return is past!

But the land of strangers saw thee lovely! thou wast lovely in the eyes of Dar-thula. Thy face was like the light of the morning. Thy hair like the raven's wing. Thy soul was generous and mild, like tho hour of the setting sun. Thy words were the gale of the reeds; the gliding stream of Lora! But when the rage of battle rose, thou wast a sea in a storm. The clang of thy arms was terrible: the host vanished at the sound of thy course. It was then Dar-thula beheld thee, from the top of her mossy tower; from the tower of Seláma, where her fathers dwelt.

"Lovely art thou, O stranger!" she said, for her trembling soul arose. "Fair art thou in thy battles, friend of the fallen Cormac! Why dost thou rush on in thy valor, youth of the ruddy look? Few are thy hands in fight against the dark-brown Cairbar! O that I might be freed from his love, that I might rejoice in the presence of Nathos! Blest are the rocks of Etha! they will behold his steps at the chase; they will see his white bosom, when the winds lift his flowing hair!" Such were thy words, Dar-thula, in Seláma's mossy towers. But now the night is around thee. The winds have deceived thy sails- — the winds have deceived thy sails, Dar-thula! Their blustering sound is high. Cease a little while, O north wind! Let me hear the voice of the lovely. Thy voice is lovely, Dar-thula, between the rustling blasts!

"Are these the rocks of Nathos?" she said, "this the roaring of his mountain streams? Comes that beam of light from Usnoth's nightly hall? The mist spreads around; the beam is feeble and distant far. But the light of Dar-thula's soul dwells in the chief of Etha! Son of the generous Usnoth, why that broken sigh? Are we in the land of strangers, chief of echoing Etha?"

"These are not the rocks of Nathos," he replied, "nor this the roar of his stream. No light comes from Etha's hall, for they are distant far. We are in the land of strangers, in the land of cruel Cairbar. The winds have deceived us, Dar-thula. Erin lifts here her hills. Go towards the north, Althos: be thy steps, Ardan, along the coast; that the foe may not come in darkness, and our hopes of Etha fail. I will go towards that mossy tower, to see who dwells about the beam. Rest, Dar-thula, on the shore! rest in peace, thou lovely light! the sword of Nathos is around thee, like the lightning of heaven!"

He went. She sat alone: she heard the roiling of the wave. The big tear is in her eye. She looks for returning Nathos. Her soul trembles at the bast. She turns her ear towards the tread of his feet. The tread of his feet is not heard. "Where art thou, son of my love! The roar of the blast is around me. Dark is the cloudy night. But Nathos does not return. What detains thee, chief of Etha? Have the foes met the hero in the strife of the night?"

He returned; but his face was dark. He had seen his departed friend! it was the wall of Tura. The ghost of Cuthullin stalked there alone; the sighing of his breast was frequent. The decayed flame of his eyes was terrible! His spear was a column of mist. The stars looked dim through his form. His voice was like hollow wind in a cave: his eye a light seen afar. He told the tale of grief. The soul of Nathos was sad, like the sun in the day of mist, when his face watery and dim.

"Why art thou sad, O Nathos!" said the lovely daughter of Colla. "Thou art a pillow of light to Dar-thula. The joy of her eyes is in Etha's chief. Where is my friend, but Nathos? My father, my brother is fallen! Silence dwells on Seláma. Sadness spreads on the blue streams of my land. My friends have fallen with Cormac. The mighty were slain in the battles of Erin. Hear, son of Usnoth! hear, O Nathos! my tale of grief.

"Evening darkened on the plain. The blue streams failed before mine eyes. The unfrequent blast came rustling in the tops of Seláma's groves. My seat was beneath a tree, on the walls of my fathers. Truthil past before my soul; the brother of my love: he that was absent in battle against the haughty Cairbar! Bending on his spear, the gray-haired Colla came. His downcast face is dark, and sorrow dwells in his soul. His sword is on the side of the hero; the helmet of his fathers on his head. The battle grows in his breast. He strives to hide the tear.

"'Dar-thula, my daughter,' he said, 'thou art the last of Colla's race! Truthil is fallen in battle. The chief of Seláma is no more! Cairbar comes, with his thousands, towards Seláma's walls. Colla will meet his pride, and revenge his son. But where shall I find thy safety, Dar-thula with the dark-brown hair! thou art lovely as the sunbeam of heaven, and thy friends are low!' 'Is the son of battle fallen?' I said, with a bursting sigh. 'Ceased the generous soul of Truthil to lighten through the field? My safety, Colla, is in that bow. I have learned to pierce the deer. Is not Cairbar like the hart of the desert, father of fallen Truthil?'

"The face of age brightened with joy. The crowded tears of his eyes poured down. The lips of Colla trembled. His gray beard whistled in the blast. 'Thou art the sister of Truthil,' he said; 'thou burnest in the fire of his soul. Take, Dar-thula, take that spear, that brazen shield, that burnished helm; they are the spoils of a warrior, a son of early youth! When the light rises on Seláma, we go to meet the car-borne Cairbar. But keep thou near the arm of Colla, beneath the shadow of my shield. Thy father, Dar-thula, could once defend thee; but age is trembling On his hand. The strength of his arm has failed. His soul is darkened with grief.'

"We passed the night in sorrow. The light of morning rose. I shone in the arms of battle. The gray haired hero moved before. The sons of Seláma convened around the sounding shield of Colla. But few were they in the plain, and their locks were gray. The youths had fallen with Truthil, in the battle of car-borne Cormac. 'Friends of my youth,' said Colla, 'it was not thus you have seen me in arms. It was not thus I strode to battle when the great Confaden fell. But ye are laden with grief. The darkness of age comes like the mist of the desert. My shield is worn with years! my sword is fixed in its place! I said to my soul, Thy evening shall be calm; thy departure like a fading light. But the storm has returned. I bend like an aged oak. My boughs are fallen on Seláma. I tremble in my place. Where art thou, with thy fallen heroes, O my beloved Truthil! Thou answerest not from thy rushing blast. The soul of thy father is sad. But I will be sad no more! Cairbar or Colla must fall! I feel the returning strength of my arm. My heart leaps at the sound of war.'

"The hero drew his sword. The gleaming blades of his people rose. They moved along the plain. Their gray hair streamed in the wind. Cairbar sat at the feast, in the silent plain of Lena. He saw the coming of the heroes. He called his chiefs to war. Why should I tell to Nathos how the strife of battle grew? I have seen thee in the midst of thousands, like the beam of heaven's fire: it is beautiful, but terrible; the people fall in its dreadful course. The spear of Colla flew. He remembered the battles of his youth. An arrow came with its sound. It pierced the hero's side. He fell on his echoing shield. My soul started with fear. I stretched my buckler over him: but my heaving breast was seen! Cairbar came with his spear. He beheld Seláma's maid. Joy rose on his dark-brown Taco. He stayed his lifted steel. He raised the tomb of Colla. He brought me weeping to Seláma. He spoke the words of love, but my soul was sad. I saw the shields of my fathers; the sword of car-borne Truthil. I saw the arms of the dead; the tear was on my cheek! Then thou didst come, O Nathos! and gloomy Cairbar fled. He fled like the ghost of the desert before the morning's beam. His host was not near; and feeble was his arm against thy steel! Why art thou sad, O Nathos?" said the lovely daughter of Colla.

"I have met," replied the hero, "the battle in my youth. My arm could not lift the spear when danger first arose. My soul brightened in the presence of war, as the green narrow vale, when the sun pours his streamy beams, before he hides his head in a storm. The lonely traveller feels a mournful joy. He sees the darkness that slowly comes. My soul brightened in danger before I saw Seláma's fair; before I saw thee, like a star that shines on the hill at night; the cloud advances, and threatens the lovely light! We are in the land of foes. The winds have deceived us, Dar-thula! The strength of our friends is not near, nor the mountains of Etha. Where shall I find thy peace, daughter of mighty Colla! The brothers of Nathos are brave, and his own sword has shone in fight. But what are the sons of Usnoth to the host of dark-brown Cairbar! O that the winds had brought thy sails, Oscar king of men! Thou didst promise to come to the battles of fallen Cormac! Then would my hand be strong as the flaming arm of death. Cairbar would tremble in his halls, and peace dwell round the lovely Dar-thula. But why dost thou fall, my soul? The sons of Usnoth may prevail!"

"And they will prevail, O Nathos!" said the rising soul of the maid. "Never shall Dar-thula behold the halls of gloomy Cairbar. Give me those arms of brass, that glitter to the passing meteor. I see them dimly in the dark-bosomed ship. Dar-thula will enter the battles of steel. Ghost of the noble Colla! do I behold thee on that cloud! Who is that dim beside thee? Is it the car-borne Truthil? Shall I behold the halls of him that slew Seláma's chief? No: I will not behold them, spirits of my love!"

Joy rose in the face of Nathos when he heard the white-bosomed maid. "Daughter of Seláma! thou shinest along my soul. Come, with thy thousands, Cairbar! the strength of Nathos is returned! Thou O aged Usnoth! shalt not hear that thy son has fled. I remembered thy words on Etha, when my sails began to rise: when I spread them towards Erin, towards the mossy walls of Tura! 'Thou goest,' he said, 'O Nathos, to the king of shields! Thou goest to Cuthullin, chief of men, who never fled from danger. Let not thine arm be feeble: neither be thy thoughts of flight; lest the son of Semo should say that Etha's race are weak. His words may come to Usnoth, and sadden his soul in the hall.' The tear was on my father's cheek. He gave this shining sword!

"I came to Tura's bay; but the halls of Tara were silent. I looked around, and there was none to tell of the son of generous Semo. I went to the hall of shells, where the arms of his fathers hung. But the arms were gone, and aged Lamhor sat in tears. 'Whence are the arms of steel?' said the rising Lamhor. 'The light of the spear has long been absent from Tura's dusky walls. Come ye from the rolling sea? or from Temora's mournful halls?'

"'We come from the sea,' I said, 'from Usnoth's rising towers. We are the sons of Slissáma, the daughter of car-borne Semo. Where is Tura's chief, son of the silent hall? But why should Nathos ask? for I behold thy tears. How did the mighty fall, son of the lonely Tura?' 'He fell not,' Lamhor replied, 'like the silent star of night, when it flies through darkness and is no more. But he was like a meteor that shoots into a distant land. Death attends its dreary course. Itself is the sign of wars. Mournful are the banks of Lego; and the roar of streamy Lara! There the hero fell, son of the noble Usnoth!' 'The hero fell in the midst of slaughter,' I said with a bursting sigh. 'His hand was strong in war. Death dimly sat behind his sword.'

"We came to Lego's sounding banks. We found his rising tomb. His friends in battle are there: his bards of many songs. Three days we mourned over the hero: on the fourth I struck the shield of Caithbat. The heroes gathered around with joy, and shook their beamy spears. Corlath was near with his host, the friend of car-borne Cairbar. We came like a stream by night. His heroes fell before us. When the people of the valley rose, they saw their blood with morning's light. But we rolled away, like wreaths of mist, to Cormac's echoing hall. Our swords rose to defend the king. But Temora's halls were empty. Cormac had fallen in his youth. The king of Erin was no more!

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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.........

poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Halke Halke se

Ye hume halke halke se
Kya hone laga hai?
Kora kagaz humara
Rangoo se bharne laga hai,
Ya humari nazre hi rangeen ho chali hai?

Hum badal rahe hai,
Ya aaina badal gaya hai,
Kuch din huai
Bada raas aane laga hai.

Dekhte hai, nayano me
Kajal khoob bhane laga hai,
Ye humare nayan badal gaye hai
Ya phir kajal hi badal chala hai.

Tum sang,
Choori ke chand lamho mei
Jee lete hai aapni,
Aarso ki jindagi,
Ye lamhe jindagi ban chale hai,
Ya jindagi lamho mei simat chalee hai.

Tum me hum me hai janmoo ka phasla
Tum parayee,
Hum ek doosri duniya me base basayee.
Ye kya hone laga hai?
Janmoo ka phasla kam ho raha hai,
Ya, tamam janm ise janam me mil gaya hai.

Tum parayee hokar bhi,
Aapne se lag rahe ho.
Ye parayee aapne ho gaye hai,
Ya hum khud se parayee ho chale hai.

Ye hume halke halke se
Kya hoone laga hai…..?

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Phagoon Ki Raasta Khoi Hawa

Kya dhoondhte hai?
Kyoun dhoondhte hai?
Kise dhoondhte hai?

Sara jahan hai..
Kabi mutthi me,
To kabhi
Kadmo tale,
Phir bhi jaane kya chahte hai?
Na jaane kis ki khoj me rehta hai,
dil bechara.

Kyon aasthir hai?
Itna asantust,
Itna vyakul ye mann mera?
Peeneko toh puri dariya hai
Na jaane phir kyoun lout aate hai
Pyase he kinare se
Lekar koi naam anjana.

Kyoun nahi chal paate hai
Un raasto par
Jis par chalta hai jag sara?
Na jaane kyoun bhatakte phirte hai
Pagdandi, pagdandi
Jangal, khalihan sara?

Shayad phagoon ki
Rasta khoyee hawa hain,
Kabhi ek tinke se jala dete hai
tamam umar ki kamaiee,
Kabhi usi tinke koi bana lete hai
Doobte ki parchyee.

Kya dhoondhte hai?
Kyoun dhoondhte hai?
Kise dhoondhte hai?

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Yaw, Dot Ish So!

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!
"Dis vorldt vas all a fleeting show."

I shmokes mine pipe,
I trinks mine bier,

Und efry day to vork I go;
"Dis vorldt vas all a fleeting show;"
"Yaw, dot ish so !

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!
I don'd got mooch down here below,

I eadt and trink,
I vork und shleep,

Und find oudt, as I oldter grow,
I haf a hardter row to hoe;

Yaw, dot ish so!

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!
Dis vorldt don'd gife me haf a show;

Somedings to vear,
Some food to eadt;

Vot else ? Shust vait a minude, dough;
Katriua, und der poys! Oho!

Yaw, dot ish so!

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!
Dis vorldt don'd been a fleeting show.

I haf mine frau,
I haf mine poys,

To cheer me daily, as I go;
Dot's pest as anydings I know;

Yaw, dot ish so!

poem by Charles Follen Adams from Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems
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Dil Ka Khalipan! ! ! !

Na ujjalo me jalta hai
Na aandhero se bharta hai
Dil ka khalipan
Na jaane kya chahta hai..

Jal mei bhi pyasa hai
Poora hokar bhi aadhoora hai..

Ye begana aakhir kya chahta hai..

Ghar ki chat ke neeche hokar
Bhi hai beghar..
Manzil pakar bhi bemanzil..

Aakhir banzara yeh mann,
Kyun galiyon me bhatakta hai..

Bhara bhara sa har waqt,
Phir bhi hai khali..
Jhake har manzar manzar
Gali gali..

Aakhir ye mann kya dhoondhta hai?

Kyun har lamha hai
Raste me nazaree gadhaye..
Kiske intezar mei
Palke beechayee?

Dil ka khalipan
Aakhir kya chahta hai?
Na ujjalo me jalta hai
Na aandhero se bharta hai

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Mann Toh Mann Hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Lakh talo me rah kar bhi
uuse kon bandi bana paya hai.
Dekho to uuadan uski
Chand lamho mei
Vo to kitne brahmand
Bhraman kar aaya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Tan ko to bandh liya
kadiyo se.
Kabhi diwaroo mein
Kabhi dooriyo mein
Mann ke aashwo ki
Doowd kaun, kaha,
rok paya hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

mann doodaye
mann hasaye
mann roolaye
mann ki mahima
kya kabhi kooie jaan paya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai

mann chanchal hai,
jharno sa
baadlo mein chamakti bijjliyo sa.
mann paavan hai
pooja mein chadhe puspo sa.
mann pischash hai
khoon mooh lage narbhakshi sa.

par phir,

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Ye Kaisa Rishta Hai

Ye kaisa rishta hai

Ye kaisa rishta hai
jise na nibha paate hai
Na tood paate hai.
Phir bhi janmo tak
Salamat rahe
Yeh dua karte hai.

Ye kaisa bandhan hai
Jise na yaad karte hai
Na bhul paate hai
Saapno me hi sahi
Sang raho
Yeh tammanna rakhte hai.

Ye kaise lou hai
Jise na jala sakte hai
Na bujha paate hai
Sulagti rahe
Dil me sada
Ye saja lete hai.

Ye kaisa rog hai
Jise na dikha paate hai
Na chiipa paate hai
Dard ko gale se laga
Mann me basaye phirte hai.

Ye kaisa rishta hai

poem by Anjali Kakati
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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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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..

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Main Adhura Hoon(Hindi)

Pyar, dil taraptha hai uske pyar ke liye
Lagtha hai jaise main adura hoon uske bina
Samje nahi kohi mujko
Main adhura hoon, uske bina
Dil taraptha hai uske bina
Kya ek disorder, kisi ki life se pyar bhi cheen letha hai?
Main adhura hoon uske bina
Aaab toh main usko hello bhi nahi bol saktha
Leken mera dil yaad kartha hai usko bahut
Zindagi main itna dard, Kyon?
Kya main ek insaan nahi hoon?

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Ajnabee Mera Mann

Iss ajnabee se mann ka
Hum kya kare?
Koi sandook do,
Tala laga,
Chaabi samandar ko sonp aaye.
Ya phir,
Sandook hi ko
Samandar me pheek aaye.
Iss ajnabee se mann ka
Hum kya kare?
Koi khoota ho,
Baedi phasa,
Bandh ke rakhe,
Ya phir,
Khoote ke hi supurd
Mann aur baedi kar aaye.
Par…
Kya kare…
Mann hai,
Dhadkan mei basta hai,
Seene me rahta hai
Aur vahi se,
Sara shor karta hai.
Jakhmi hai,
Darun vilap karta hai,
Kabhi beraham,
Aatahas karta hai,
Lakh samjzhaye
Nahi samajhta,
Kabhi bina kahe hi
Maan jata hai.
Kabhi bahti nadiya se bhi
Pyaasa lout aata hai,
To kabhi,
Bul bule par
aapni shristi loota aata hai.
Koi kahe,
Koi toh kahe….
Iss ajnabee se mann ka
Hum kya kare? -anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Na Janee

Na janee kitna kah gayee
Aur
Kitna chipaa gaye.
Na janee kya kya likh gayee
Aur
Kitna mittaa gaye.
Manzil nahi hai
Aur
Na koi raasta
Phir bhi,
Anjaan se rahoo mai
Na janee kyon nikal pade.
Na janee Kaha se nikle the
Aur
Kaha pahuch gaye.
Na janee kya gila hai
Aur
Kis se shikwa kare
Belabz dastan hai
Na janee kis kis ko
Kya kya bayan kare.
Na janee dhadkanee aapni hi hai
Ya hai paraiee
Bahut toka humne
phir bhi
Na janee kyon yo betok dhadak gayee.
Dard ka shouk nahi hai,
Na gamo se koiee wasta,
Phir bhi
Na janee kyon dard shoukh se ban rahe hai
Aur
Gamoo se kuch nata sa ho chala hai.
Na janee kaha ko nikle the
Na janee kaha pahuch gayee..-anjali

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Kyon?

Kabhi hum aapko dhundhte hai.
Kabhi aap humko dhundhte ho.
Bheed me jamane ki
Khoye hai,
Shayad dono kahi.
Ya bandhe huai hai,
Baediyoo se,
Khud ko yo hi.
Phir bhi
Dhundhte hai
Nain aapko
Nirantar
Yo hi.

Kuch hai jo joode rakhta hai
Humko,
Samay ki parato ke pare.
Kuch hai jo bandhe rakhta hai
Aap ke mann se mujhe.
Tamam swachand hone ki
Koshishso se pare.

Hum bhid me kho kar dekh liye.
Bhag kar samay se pehle nikalne
Ki koshish kar liye.
Chip kar tammam pardo ke
Peeche ho liye.
Auur har baar
Khud ko,
Aapko dekhte paya humne.
Har baar
Paya aapko bhi
Yo hi
Khojte huai.
Bheed ko pyyasi aakho se takte huai.
Phir dekh kar humko
Oot me chipte huai.

Kis se chip rahe hai?
Khud se,
kab tak yo hi chipte phirengee?
Dard ke selab me
Yo hi doobte rahenge?

mana,
Ye galat hai,
Aapka mera yo
Benam rishton me joodna.
Ye galat hai,
Beboonyaad se dhadhkano ko

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Perdess (A poem written in URDU)

Perdess kai hai tu kai janey…Aagan mera soona hai
Na koi humdam, na koi mukhlis…ye bhi koi jeena hai
Yaad sata-ey hai mujh ko jehan bachpan guzra pyar-oon mai
Uss deis ki mati ki khushboo aaj bhi hai fazaoon mai
Betay dinoon ki yadeen hain..aik khawab sa ab ye lagta hai
Kahan sey doon-oon tujh ko Maa..mera agaan kitna soona hai
Na koi chitty aatey hai aur na koi dastak deta hai
Kiss see ab faryad karoon…dil buhat ye roota hai
Iss des mai mera dana pani kyon kilha tu ne ae rab
Bechar geye meray chanay walay…kahan sey doond kay la-oon ab
Tanha iss safar mai hoon aur kathin hain saab rastay
Kisey kismet hai mery…Reham kar khuda ka wastay.

poem by Meena Mustafa
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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Tercius

Incipit Liber Quartus

Dicunt accidiam fore nutricem viciorum,
Torpet et in cunctis tarda que lenta bonis:
Que fieri possent hodie transfert piger in cras,
Furatoque prius ostia claudit equo.
Poscenti tardo negat emolumenta Cupido,
Set Venus in celeri ludit amore viri.

Upon the vices to procede
After the cause of mannes dede,
The ferste point of Slowthe I calle
Lachesce, and is the chief of alle,
And hath this propreliche of kinde,
To leven alle thing behinde.
Of that he mihte do now hier
He tarieth al the longe yer,
And everemore he seith, 'Tomorwe';
And so he wol his time borwe,
And wissheth after 'God me sende,'
That whan he weneth have an ende,
Thanne is he ferthest to beginne.
Thus bringth he many a meschief inne
Unwar, til that he be meschieved,
And may noght thanne be relieved.
And riht so nowther mor ne lesse
It stant of love and of lachesce:
Som time he slowtheth in a day
That he nevere after gete mai.
Now, Sone, as of this ilke thing,
If thou have eny knowleching,
That thou to love hast don er this,
Tell on. Mi goode fader, yis.
As of lachesce I am beknowe
That I mai stonde upon his rowe,
As I that am clad of his suite:
For whanne I thoghte mi poursuite
To make, and therto sette a day
To speke unto the swete May,
Lachesce bad abide yit,
And bar on hond it was no wit
Ne time forto speke as tho.
Thus with his tales to and fro
Mi time in tariinge he drowh:
Whan ther was time good ynowh,
He seide, 'An other time is bettre;
Thou schalt mowe senden hire a lettre,
And per cas wryte more plein
Than thou be Mowthe durstest sein.'

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poem by John Gower
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Hai Ragione Tu

Scusa se pretendo
dalla vita quello che
forse non saggio
voglio sempre chiss che.
Grazie per l'affetto
ma non voglio che ti di
... di troppo disturbo
e ho pensato gi che hai
che hai......
(hai) Ragione Tu!
Come sei forte
pensi a tutto te
rilassati che forse
mi va bene quel che c'.
Toglimi di dosso
quelle mani che mi di...
sono gi depresso
e lo so perfino che hai
che hai....
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
(Ora che hai riso
lascia almeno che
togliti di torno
lo so gi che giorno !
Sono gi in crisi
non importa che
lascia che respiri
dimmi cosa vuoi da me)
Hai ragione tu!
Scusa se pretendo
dalla vita quello che
forse non saggio
voglio sempre chiss che.
Ma toglimi di dosso
quelle mani che mi di...
sono gi depresso
e lo so perfino che hai
che hai......
Ragione Tu!
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!

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Desh ki khatir

Bhadta hi ja raha hai Karwan
Aazadi ke Deewano ka
Kya khoob nazara hai
Shamma ke Parwano ka

Ched diya hai jung dusra
Bhrashtachar ki khatir
Nahi chodna hai unko
Ho chahe jitney bhi Shatir

Kin Shabdon me tariff karun
desh hamara bada kimti
Isko hame nahi hai khona
meri yahi hai tumse Vinti

Jaago zara neend se apne
Desh ko har haal me bachana hai
Hamari khatir lad rahe jo
Hame unka sath nibhana hai

Sone ki chidiyon wala desh
Aaj mahangai ke hanthon mar raha
Corruption bhi badha hai itna
Sab kuch hi khona pad raha

Lokpal bill ko lana hai
Bhrashtachar mitana hai
Sabhi ko rojgar dilakar
Berozgari ko hatana hai.

Gar Khatam huwa bhrashtachar
Khushiyan aayengi besumar
Jhel rahe jo mahangai ki maar
“Deep” sawarega ghar sansar.

Poet
Deepak Kumar 'deep'
16-09-2011

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Flute-Priest Song For Rain

Whistle under the water,
Make the water bubble to the tones of the flute.
I call the bluebirds song into the water:
Wee-kee! Wee-kee-kee!
Dawn is coming,
The morning star shines upon us.
Bluebird singing to the West clouds,
Bring the humming rain.

Water-rattles shake,
Flute whistles,
Star in Heaven shines.
I blow the oriole's song,
The yellow song of the North.
I call rain clouds with my rattles:
Wee-kee-kee, oriole.
Pattering rain.

To the South I blow my whistle,
To the red parrot of the South I call.
Send red lightning,
Under your wings
The forked lightning.
Thunder-rattles whirl
To the sky waters.
Fill the springs.
The water is moving.
Wait -

Whistle to the East
With a magpie voice.
Wee-kee! Wee-kee-kee!
Call the storm-clouds
That they come rushing.
Call the loud rain.

Why does it not come?
Who is bad?
Whose heart is evil?
Who has done wickedness?
I weep,
I rend my garments,
I grieve for the sin which is in this place.
My flute sobs with the voice of all birds in the water.
Even to the six directions I weep and despair.
Come, O winds, from the sides of the sky,
Open your bird-beaks that rain may fall down.
Drench our fields, our houses,
Fill the land
With tumult of rain.

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Lovin

Lovin u
Ish easy cuz ure beautiful
And makin luv wit u
Ish all I wanna do
Lovin u
Ish more than juss a dream come tru
And eberything that I do
Ish out of lovin u
Lalalalala...
Lalalalala...
Lalalalala...
Lalala~lalala...
Do-don-do-don-do-do
Aaahh..
No1 else can make meeh feel
Tha colors that u bring
Stay wit meeh while we grow old
And we will live each day
In the spring time cuz
Lovin u
Has made mah lyfe so beautiful
And eberyday of mah lyfe
Ish filled wit lovin u
Lovin u
I see ur soul come shining thru
And ebery time that we.. ooh..
Im more in luv wit yooh
Lalalalala...
Lalalalala...
Lalalalala...
Lalala~lalala...
Do-don-do-don-do-do
Aaahh..
No1 else can make meeh feel
Tha colors that u bring
Stay wit meeh while we grow old
And we will live each day
In the spring time cuz
Lovin u
Ish easy cuz ure beautiful
And eberyday of mah lyfe
Ish filled wit lovin u
Lovin u
I see ur soul come shining thru
And eberytime that we.. ooh..
Im more in luv wit yooh
Lalalalala...
Lalalalala...
Lalalalala...
Lalala~lalala...

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