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Jab Samay Ki Dhara Ruk Jayagi [Poem in Hindi]

Jab samay ki dhara ruk jaayegi
Aur mitt kar ghul jaayega yeh tan,
Hava paani ya agan mein,
Ya raakh hi ban kar pada rahega
Kahein pathh par tere;
Mitt jaayega jab tan yeh mera
Aur jeevan ke uss paar
Bhatakti hogi aatma meri,
Tab kya hoga mann ka mere,
Kya yeh bhi mar jaayega?
Yeh koi tann toa nahin,
Aur na hi koi aakar hai isska,
Yeh jo vyaakul ho uthta hai,
Nainon ki maadakta se teri;
Tere hi sparsh ki khatir
Har pal
Har chhin
Hai sapne bunnta
Aur tadapta
Kya hoga iss mann ka priyay tab
Samay ki dhara ruk jayagi jab.

poem by Om Chawla
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Where do you search me

Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande
Mein To Tere Paas Mein
Na Teerath Mein, Na Moorat Mein
Na Ekant Niwas Mein
Na Mandir Mein, Na Masjid Mein
Na Kabe Kailas Mein
Mein To Tere Paas Mein Bande
Mein To Tere Paas Mein
Na Mein Jap Mein, Na Mein Tap Mein
Na Mein Barat Upaas Mein
Na Mein Kiriya Karm Mein Rehta
Nahin Jog Sanyas Mein
Nahin Pran Mein Nahin Pind Mein
Na Brahmand Akas Mein
Na Mein Prakuti Prawar Gufa Mein
Nahin Swasan Ki Swans Mein
Khoji Hoye Turat Mil Jaoon
Ik Pal Ki Talas Mein
Kahet Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho
Mein To Hun Viswas Mein

English Translation:

Where do you search me?
I am with you
Not in pilgrimage, nor in icons
Neither in solitudes
Not in temples, nor in mosques
Neither in Kaba nor in Kailash
I am with you O man
I am with you
Not in prayers, nor in meditation
Neither in fasting
Not in yogic exercises
Neither in renunciation
Neither in the vital force nor in the body
Not even in the ethereal space
Neither in the womb of Nature
Not in the breath of the breath
Seek earnestly and discover
In but a moment of search
Says Kabir, Listen with care
Where your faith is, I am there.

poem by Kabir
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Loose Lucy

Loose lucy is my delight, she come runnin and we ball all night,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get me on the ground.
Shes my yo-yo, Im her string, listen to the birds on the hot wire sing,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, thank you, for a real good time!
I got jumped coming home last night,
Shadow in the alley turned out all my lights,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get me on the ground.
Loose lucy, she was sore, says I know you dont want my love no more,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, thank you, for a real good time!
Be-bop baby how can this be? I know you been out a cheating on me,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get the word around.
Cross my heart and hope to die, I was just hanging out with the other guys,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, thank you, for a real good time!
Went back home with two black eyes, you know Ill love ya till the day I die,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get the word around.
I like your smile but I aint your type,
Dont shake the tree when its fruit aint ripe,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh,
Singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh,
Singing, thank you, for a real good time!

song performed by Grateful Dead
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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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poem by Wace
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The Call

Don't yeh hear them callin, to yeh, callin' to yeh, lad?
Where the skyline's smeared an' grey with cannon smoke,
There's a crowd o' chaps that knew yeh;
Don't yeh hear them callin' to yeh
Mates o' yours with 'oom yeh used to drink an' joke?
An' they trust yeh, lad; they trust yeh for the friendship that yeh had.
Don't yeh bear them callin',
Callin' to yeh, lad?

Can't you see them beck'nin' to yeh, beck'nin' to yeh, boy ?
There's a pal o' yours that fell at Sari Bair;
An' yeh cheered 'im when yeh parted,
An' yeh felt a bit down-'earted;
Now 'e's passed the game to you, to do yer share.
Oh, the job is reel dead earnest, an' a gun is not a toy;
Can't yeh see them beck'nin',
Beck'nin' to yeh, boy?

Don't yeh know they're waitin' for yeh, waltin' for yeh, mate,
Hopin', prayin' that their countrymen are game;
All that brave an' battlin' crowd of
Men that In yer 'eart yer proud of -
Mates o' yours that 'elped to make yer country's name?
Do yeh mean to dodge the trouble till the foe is at the gate?
'Oh, it's weary waltin',
Waitin' for yeh, mate!'

Can't yeh see them lookin' at yeh, lookin' at yeh, lad
Women-folk of mates o' yours that fought and fell?
Are yeh grumblin' an' protestin'?
Will yer mateship stand the testin'?
Have yeh read the message that those wide eyes tell?
Have yeh heard grey mothers weepin'? Have yeh seen young wives grow sad?....
Won't yeh have them prayin',
Prayin' for yeh, lad?

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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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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poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Kuchh Bhi to Nahein Hai Naam Mein Mere. [A poem in Hindi]

Kuchh bhi to nahien hai naam mein mere
Na koi arth hai na mahatav hi
Samay ke raigistan mein jaisey
Tum ne ik naam likha tha
Jo mit sa gaya hai
Waqt ki aandhi se.
Ab jab teri nai duniya mein
Naiye saathi sang hain tere
Kya rakha hai beeti yaadon mein
Bharte rahein aanso in aankhon mein
Rait par likha hua ik shabd tha mein
Jo mit sa gaya hoon.
Lekin jab bhi naiye sab saathi
Sang chhod tujhe peddit kar dein
Naam tum lena mera priye tab
Aur moorat kar ke yaad tum meri
Kehna thha ik sachha shaksh bhi
Jiske pyaar ne jeevan mein thhey
Aashaon ke phool bikhere
Jise waqt nigal gaya hai
Aur jo yaadon ke aakash mein
Ik tara ban kar chamak raha hai
Chhahey uska koi naam nahien hai........[1992]

poem by Om Chawla
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Ik Prem Pujaran. [A poem in Hindi ]

Ik prem pujaran
Liye vyakul man
Tadpti aatma
Aur dukhta tan
Nikli ghar se
Ik aas liye
Kuchh sahmi si
Kuchh ghabrati
Kabhi lajati aur kabhi todti
Vidroh se har bandhan
Aa pohanchhi jahan basti thhi chhah
Man to thha ik prem ka sagar
Tan mangta aalingan ka sukh
Par premi na samjha pujaran ka dukh
Shaied samjha bhi
Shaied apne hi dukh mein lein ho
Bhool gaya pujaran ke dukh ko.
Utaijit ho chhal pada pujaran ke sang
Kahan kidhar koi thhah na thhi
Itne bade sansar mein mano
Unke liye koi gah na thhi.
Aakhir saham ik kone mein baithe
Lage ik doje ko daikhne
Aankhein to ik duje se bolien
Aur bolien do aatmaien bhi
Par tan ka dukh ho gaya ahir.
Tab ik badal laga barasne
Pujaran ke matware naino se
Jise dekh hua vyakul woh
Aur laga kosne iss jeevan ko;
Iss sansar ko jis mein
Pyar to thha kam par thhey kitne bandhan
Tab sar uske kaandhe par rakh kar
Pujaran ne kiya sanket laot chhalne ko
Ik pagal goonga ho jaise
Na kuchh samjha na sooach saka woh
Aur chhal pada uske sang
Kahan kidhar koi kya jane...............[1972]

poem by Om Chawla
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Woh Sawan Tha, Yeh bhadon Hai. [ Poem in Hindi]

Woh sawan tha jo beet gaya
Tab paydon par jhuley jholti thi
Allhad masst jawani
Ik pal barasta tha paani
Dujey pal dhoop nikalti thi
Ik pal hum mil kar hanstey thay
Dujey pal virha mein jaltey thay
Woh sawan tha jo beet gaya.
Yeh bhadon hai
Iss ki vyatha main kis se kahoon
Na tum ho priyey
Na koi humdum
Ab jab bhi barkha hoti hai
Toa bas barkha hi hoti hai
Umeed ab tere aane ki
Iss pal kabhi sehlati nahien
Be- bass yeh jeevan lagta hai
Vyarth yeh duniya lagti hai
Yeh bhadon hai
Iss ki vyatha main kis se kahon
Yaadon ke athah samunder main
Jab lehren hilorey layti hain
Aakash main badal garajte jab
Mann par bijli si girti hai
Aur pass nahien tum hoti jab
Nainon se paani barasta hai
Ab jab bhi barkha hoti hai
Toa bas barkha hi hoti hai. [1973]

poem by Om Chawla
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The Cōuercyon of Swerers

The fruytfull sentence & the noble werkes
To our doctryne wryten in olde antyquyte
By many grete and ryght notable clerkes
Grounded on reason & hyghe auctoryte
Dyde gyue vs example by good moralyte
To folowe the trace of trouthe and ryghtwysnes
Leuynge our synne and mortall wretchednes
By theyr wrytynge dothe vnto vs appere
The famous actes of many a champyon
In the courte of fame renowned fayre and clere
And some endyted theyr entencyon
Cloked in coloure harde in construccyon
Specyally poetes vnder cloudy fygures
Coueryd the trouthe of all theyr scryptures
So hystoryagraphes all the worthy dedes
Of kynges and knyghtes dyde put in wrytynge
To be in mynde for theyr memoryall medes
How sholde we nowe haue ony knowledgynge
Of thynges past/but by theyr endytynge
Wherfore we ought to preyse them doubteles
That spente theyr tyme in suche good besynes
Amonge all other my good mayster Lydgate
The eloquent poete and monke of bery
Dyde bothe contryue/and also translate
Many vertuous bookes to be in memorye
Touchynge the trouthe well and sentencyously
But syth that his dethe was intollerable
I praye god rewarde hym in lyfe perdurable
Amonge all thynges nothynge so prouffytable
As is scyence with the sentencyous scrypture
For worldly rychesse is often transmutable
As dayly dothe appere well in vre
Yet scyens a bydeth and is moost sure
After pouerte to attayne grete rychesse
Scyens is cause of promocyon doubtles
I lytell or nought expert in poetrye
Remembrynge my youth so lyght and frayle
Purpose to compyle here full breuyatly
A lytell treatyse wofull to bewayle
The cruell swerers whiche do god assayle
On euery syde his swete body to tere
With terryble othes as often as they swere
But also for drede plonged in neclygence
My penne doth quake to presume to endyte
But hope at laste to recure this scyence
Exorteth me ryght hardely to wryte
To deuoyde ydlenesse by good appetyte
For ydlenesse the grete moder of synne
Euery vyce is redy to lette ynne
I with the same ryght gretely infecte

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poem by Stephen Hawes
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Boom - The Official Song Of 2002 Fifa World Cup

Complicated
Understanding what you can achieve
Under-rated
The one to win
One who believes
If I go away
Would you follow me
To that special place of tranquility
Where the..
River flows
And the fields are golden
Come on, come on
Yeah
Boom
Here to rock ya
Boom
Never stop, no
Boom
Raise up high
Boom
Oh, im
Boom boom boom boom
Here to rock ya
Boom
Never stop, no
Boom
Raise up high
Boom boom boom boom
Oo yeh yeh yi yeh ya oo yeh yeh yi yeh ya oo yeh yeh yi yeh ya oo yeh yeh yi
Yeh ya oo yeh yeh yi yeh ya oo yeh yeh yi yeh ya oo yeh yeh yi yeh ya oo yeh
Yeh yi yeh ya...
Take no
Prisoners
Fight to win
And you will survive
Falling
Reason
Just be the flame and spirit come alive
If I go away
Would you follow me
To that special place of tranquility
Where the..
River flows
And the fields are golden
Oooh
Coooome on
Boom
Here to rock ya
Boom
Never stop, no

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song performed by Anastacia
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Ban The Void

Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.

Grandma stopped baking cakes.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Brought me my first heartbreak.
Tch.
Ban the void.
I told her I couldn't take it.
She 'had' to bake another cake for me!
Tch.
Ban the void.

She said she was going on strike!
Tch.
Ban the void.
And even though I didn't like it!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She's not gonna cook in the kitchen,
She's itching to do something else to please!
Tch
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.

She brought herself a brand new car.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
And drove to wherever she wanted.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she had her own special needs.
And will come and go whenever that need pleases!
Tch.
Ban the void.

I got so annoyed...
And I tried to stop that void deep down in me!
Oh...
Ban the void!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ahead of the Stars

sitaaro.n se aage jahaa.N aur bhii hai.n
abhii ishq ke imtihaa.N aur bhii hai.n

taahii zindagii se nahii.n ye fazaaye.n
yahaa.N saika.Do.n kaaravaa.N aur bhii hai.n

kanaa'at na kar aalam-e-rang-o-bu par
chaman aur bhii, aashiyaa.N aur bhii hai.n

agar kho gayaa ek nasheman to kyaa Gam
maqaamaat-e-aah-o-fugaa.N aur bhii hai.n

tuu shahii.n hai parwaaz hai kaam teraa
tere saamane aasmaa.N aur bhii hai.n

isii roz-o-shab me.n ulajh kar na rah jaa
ke tere zamiin-o-makaa.N aur bhii hai.n

gae din kii tanhaa thaa mai.n a.njuman me.n
yahaa.N ab mere raazadaa.N aur bhii hai.n

poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Tumme humme jo hai khas

Na jaane tumme-hum me,
Kya khas hai
Jo batayee nahi banti,
Chipayee nahi chipti.

Bahut rooka raab ko
Par,
Cheep cheep kar
Tumme voh dikhta hi raha.
Bahut tooka khud ko
Par,
Ruk ruk kar,
Tum par voh lootta hi raha.
Kaie baar soocha tumko
Seene se nikal
Jamee par khada kareen
Par,
Jamee ne jagah nahi di
Aur
Seene ne raasta.
Tumhe seene me kaid kar,
Hum jamee par raasta khojte rahe.

Tum kabhi thee?
Tum nahi thee,
Kabhi nahi,
Aaj bhi nahi ho,
Aur kal ki ummeed kya Karen
Shayad kal toh
Hota hi hai nahi…
Par,
Phir bhi tumhari rah par
Palke bicha,
Yeh soochte hai…
Na jaane tumme hum me,
Kya khas hai
Jo batayee nahi banti,
Chipayee nahi chipti.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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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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poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Bring It On Home To Me/send Me Some Lovin

F you ever change your mind,
About leaving, leaving me behind,
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, (yeh) yeh.
You know i laughed,
Laughed when you left.
But now i know, i've only hurt myself.
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, (yeh) yeh, yeh, yeh.
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, (yeh) yeh.
You know i'll always be your slave,
Until i'm dead and buried in my grave.
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, yeh.
Send me some lovin',
Send it i pray.
How can i love you
When you're so far away?
Send me your picture,
Send it, my dear.
So i can hold it
And pretend you are here.
Send me your kisses,
I can feel your touch.
I need you, i need you so badly,
Don't you know i miss you so much?
My days are so lonely,
My nights are so blue.
I'm here and i'm lonely,
Just waitin' for you.

song performed by Yoko Ono
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Bring It On Home To Me/send Me Some Lovin

F you ever change your mind,
About leaving, leaving me behind,
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, (yeh) yeh.
You know i laughed,
Laughed when you left.
But now i know, i've only hurt myself.
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, (yeh) yeh, yeh, yeh.
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, (yeh) yeh.
You know i'll always be your slave,
Until i'm dead and buried in my grave.
Oh, you'd better bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me.
Yeh, (yeh) yeh, yeh.
Send me some lovin',
Send it i pray.
How can i love you
When you're so far away?
Send me your picture,
Send it, my dear.
So i can hold it
And pretend you are here.
Send me your kisses,
I can feel your touch.
I need you, i need you so badly,
Don't you know i miss you so much?
My days are so lonely,
My nights are so blue.
I'm here and i'm lonely,
Just waitin' for you.

song performed by Yoko Ono
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Do [Two] Ghazalein [ in Urdu]

-1-
Yeh zeest ke gham hain pyaloon mein na simtain ge
Oak se peete raho jab tak na dum nikley.
Ahsas toa hai tere dukh ka par aye dost main karoon kya
Duaien be-assar hain aur haath nahien kuchh mere.
Aaie jo laghzish-e-paa dikha na koi jo mujhe thaamey
Kahne ko toa rishton ka ik hajoom tha sang mere.
Musarat jo bhari jeevan mein ik bachhey ki kilkari nein
Paaband kiya siyaad nein go laakh hum tadpe.
Vaisey toa parvar nein bahut kuchh hai diya lekin
Mayusi ka yeh aalam hai mayusi hai sang mere.
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-2-
Miltay hain jo dukh ahsasaat se janmein hain
Kisi aur ko dukh de kar rahat ko na tum dhoondo.
Go har shakhs begaana hai dukhoon mein ghira hai
Baaiss kisi ke dukh ka tum toa nahien sochho.
Dard ki tashadad se go umad aiengey aansoo
Palkon ko bana baand iss sailab ko tum roko.
Zarorat hi aadhaar hai rishton ki pakad ka
Tum toa iss tashkeek se hatt kar zara jee lo.
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Jhoot aur fareb panaptey hain nafrat ki bunyaadon par
Rishton ki imarat kabhi in par nahien khadi hoti.
- [2012]

poem by Om Chawla
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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

poem by Ankit Gupta
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Kuch Naya Sa

Pee ke ladkhadana
aur ladkhada ke sambhal jana to saaki
Purani aadat thi,
Youn bin piye ladkhadana
aur ladkhadayee he jaana
yeh,
nayee bala hai.

Chot khakar dard me tadpna
aur tadap kar roo jana
to theek tha,
youn bina chot dard me chatpatana
aur chatpatahat mei chein pana,
yeh,
naya marz hai.

Jang me jeetna aur
uska jashn manana
Riwaz hai purana,
Youn bin lade sabkuch haar jaana
Phir haar ka jashn manana,
yeh,
Naya dastoor hai.

Kuch paana, aur paakar khona
Toh samajh aata hai,
Youn bin kuch paaye hi sab kuch khoo dena
yeh,
Naya sa ahsas hai.

Pee ke ladkhadana
aur ladkhada ke sambhal jana to saaki
Purani aadat thi,
Youn bin piye ladkhadana
aur ladkhadayee he jaana
yeh,
nayee bala hai.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Sawan Aaya [A poem in hindi]

Baadal aaye aur hain barse
Loag kahte hain sawan aaya.
Dharti thi tapti
Aag thi barasti
Jalta tha har ek badan bhi
Iss sawan ki phuhaar ne
Kitni rahat di in sab ko
Haan priyey yeh sawan aaya.
Iss pal priyey Tum jo hotien
Hotien jo tum
Hota aalingan
Bheegta tann mann
Lagti ik agan
Tum jal apsra si lagtien
Aur main tumhein bahoon mein layta,
Priyey kitna anand tab hota
Sawan mein tera sangg jab hota.
Par priyey tum kya jaano
Iss sawan mein
Dooor desh mein
Thaka haara main ik rahi
Tere milan ki aas mein
Saans hoon layta
Aankhien hain tarasti
Aankhien hain barasti
Haan priyey yeh sawan aaya. [1973]

poem by Om Chawla
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