MOHABAT BY wafa memon
Posted on January 20,2012
MOHABAT
Mohabat mang kar us sy bohat deer tak roe, , ,
Kaha main ny…..
Mujhy ye dard acha nahi lagat,
Kaha us yn……
Tu har dard sy ab aashana hoja,
Kaha main ny…
Ye sarad mosam kab tak satayega,
Kaha us yn……
Tapata soraj tery man ko jalaega,
Kaha main ny…
Mujhy yonu dard ki dehleez py na choro,
Kaha us yn……
Isi dehleez py toty khawabon ko apny joro,
Kaha main ny…
Hawaon ny jegar mera to chera hy,
Kaha us yn……
Zakham tera to pehly sy hi gehra hy,
Kaha main ny…
Ku talakh lehja tumhara hy?
Kaha us yn……
Ye hi to dilruba aandaz hamara hy!
Kaha main ny, suna us ny…..
MOHABA dilfarebi, jawedani hy,
Kehta hy~WAFA~ ko wo…….
Seheya rat ki manid mohabat gehra pani hy
WAFA MEMON
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And Aged Tiriel. stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace
With Myratana. once the Queen of all the western plains
But now his eyes were darkned. & his wife fading in death
They stood before their once delightful palace. & thus the Voice
Of aged Tiriel. arose. that his sons might hear in their gates
Accursed race of Tiriel. behold your father
Come forth & look on her that bore you. come you accursed sons.
In my weak arms. I here have borne your dying mother
Come forth sons of the Curse come forth. see the death of Myratana
His sons ran from their gates. & saw their aged parents stand
And thus the eldest son of Tiriel raisd his mighty voice
Old man unworthy to be calld. the father of Tiriels race
For evry one of those thy wrinkles. each of those grey hairs
Are cruel as death. & as obdurate as the devouring pit
Why should thy sons care for thy curses thou accursed man
Were we not slaves till we rebeld. Who cares for Tiriels curse
His blessing was a cruel curse. His curse may be a blessing
He ceast the aged man raisd up his right hand to the heavens
His left supported Myratana shrinking in pangs of death
The orbs of his large eyes he opend. & thus his voice went forth
Serpents not sons. wreathing around the bones of Tiriel
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Look at my bald head. Hark listen ye serpents listen
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What Myratana. art thou dead. Look here ye serpents look
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Curse on your ruthless heads. for I will bury her even here
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Old cruelty desist & let us dig a grave for thee
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Thou hast refusd our clothes our beds our houses for thy dwelling
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Why dost thou curse. is not the curse now come upon your head
Was it not you enslavd the sons of Zazel. & they have cursd
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There take the body. cursed sons. & may the heavens rain wrath
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That you may lie as now your mother lies. like dogs. cast out
The stink. of your dead carcases. annoying man & beast
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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
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Wo bebas the, chilla rahe the,
Ro rahe the apni lachari par
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Pukar rahi thi wo sari lashen mughe
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Yaad kar un baton ko, aati mughe abs harm
Banna tha jab narm mughe, huwa main narm
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Shareer ko sajane me,
Imarte banana me,
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Par zara bhi na diya dhyan
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Sirf libas dekha, shaklon par dhokha khakar
Har yug me maine mara taana.
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June
'Glemt er nu Vaarens Kamp og Vinter-Sorgen,
Til Glæde sig forvandler hvert et Suk.
Skjøn som en Brud, den anden Bryllups-Morgen,
Ei længer Barn, og dog saa ung og smuk,
Den skjønne Junimaaned til os kommer;
Det er Skærsommer! -
*
De høie Popler hæve sig saa slanke,
I Hyldetræet qviddrer Fuglen smukt.
Paa Gjærdet groer den grønne Humle-Ranke,
Og Æble-Blomstret former sig til Frugt.
Den varme Sommerluft fra Skyen strømmer,
Sødt Hjertet drømmer!
Paa Engen slaae de Græs; hør, Leen klinger.
Paa Himlen smukke Sommerskyer staae.
Og Kløvermarken Røgelse os svinger,
Mens høit i Choret alle Lærker slaae.
- Med Vandringsstav hist Ungersvenden kommer
Hjem i Skærsommer.
Ungersvenden.
Alt jeg Kirketaarnet øiner,
Spiret kneiser stolt derpaa.
Og hvor Marken hist sig høiner,
End de fire Pile staae.
Her er Skoven. Store Rødder
Før af Træerne der laae.
Her, som Dreng, jeg plukked' Nødder,
Og trak Jordbær paa et Straa!
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Jeg vil flyve, jeg vil dvæle!
Grønne Skov, min Barndoms Ven,
Kan Du kjende mig igjen?
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Har vel seet og hørt lidt meer,
Ellers Du den Samme seer! -
Her er Pladsen end med Vedet,
Godt jeg kjender Parken der!
Her er Stenten tæt ved Ledet,
Gud, hvor lille den dog er!
Alt jeg kjender her saa godt,
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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.
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Nunca Te Hare Llorar
Nunca te harllorar
Spoken:
Mi vida, yo sque te han herido
Sque en este momento sietes que no podras volver a amar
An asdame una oportunidad
De mostrarte que te amo
Cuando vi
Tu sonrisa supe que
Estara junto a ti,
Juntos por siempre
Ooh cuando me acerqu
A salir yo te invit
Me dijiste que jams
Volveras a amar
l te hizo dao y tambin te enga
Pero deja mostrarte que ese no soy yo
Es difcil volver a confiar
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Coro:
Nunca te harllorar
Nunca te he de engaar
Prefiero morir que vivir sin ti
Te darmi ser
Siempre serfiel
[2x]
Corazn
Todo se ve un poco mejor
Podras quererme
Como yo te quiero a ti [nana, nena]
Se que sientes [sientes] un gran temor [gran temor]
De mostrar tus sentimientos [sentimientos]
El dolor y sufrimiento [sufrimiento]
Marcaron tu corazn
[marcaron tu corazn]
l te hizo dao [dao]
Y tambin te enga [te enga]
Pero deja mostrarte [mostrarte] que ese no soy yo [no soy yo]
Es difcil volver a confiar [a confiar]
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Yo te harfeliz
Coro -repite [x2]
Yo no te harllorar [no te harllorar]
[nunca] no, no
Nena no te harllorar [nunca..]
Jams llorar [..te harllorar]
Oh no, no, no [mi amor] har
[nena yo...] no te harllorar [nunca]
[he de...] nena no te harllorar [nunca]
Jams llorar [ahhh...]
Nunca te harllorar [no te harllorar]
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Nunca Te Hare Llorar (Spanish Version)
nunca te harllorar"
Spoken:
Mi vida, yo sque te han herido
Sque en este momento sietes que no podras volver a amar
An asdame una oportunidad
De mostrarte que te amo
Cuando vi
Tu sonrisa supe que
Estara junto a ti,
Juntos por siempre
Ooh cuando me acerqu
A salir yo te invit
Me dijiste que jams
Volveras a amar
l te hizo dao y tambin te enga
Pero deja mostrarte que ese no soy yo
Es difcil volver a confiar
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Coro:
Nunca te harllorar
Nunca te he de engaar
Prefiero morir que vivir sin ti
Te darmi ser
Siempre serfiel
[2x]
Corazn
Todo se ve un poco mejor
Podras quererme
Como yo te quiero a ti [nana, nena]
Se que sientes [sientes] un gran temor [gran temor]
De mostrar tus sentimientos [sentimientos]
El dolor y sufrimiento [sufrimiento]
Marcaron tu corazn
[marcaron tu corazn]
l te hizo dao [dao]
Y tambin te enga [te enga]
Pero deja mostrarte [mostrarte] que ese no soy yo [no soy yo]
Es difcil volver a confiar [a confiar]
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Yo te harfeliz
Coro -repite [x2]
Yo no te harllorar [no te harllorar]
[nunca] no, no
Nena no te harllorar [nunca..]
Jams llorar [..te harllorar]
Oh no, no, no [mi amor] har
[nena yo...] no te harllorar [nunca]
[he de...] nena no te harllorar [nunca]
Jams llorar [ahhh...]
Nunca te harllorar [no te harllorar]
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ulffato ki jindgi se Darte Nahi
ulffato ki jindgi se darte nahi..
tume pane ke alava humari koi hasti nahi...
tu chodde ya tod de hume
par
tumhre beena jindagi nahi....
kuch dafan kar lege purani uljano ko kuch bashar kar lege sahare tumhre..
ulffato ki jindgi se darte nahi..
tume pane ke alava humari koi hasti nahi...
gulab hey jo lele samaj kar akhri farman samj kar...
pyarse kubul karle humre akhari toffe ko....
ulffato ki jindgi se darte nahi..
tume pane ke alava humari koi hasti nahi...
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Namankaran
Gumnam se is rishtey ka
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.
Nadiyo ke milne ko
Kahte hai sangam
Sapno ke Milan ko Bhi
koi nam diya jaye.
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.
Khuli aakho se dekhe
To kahlaye vastav
Bandh aakho se dekhe
To kahlaye khabb
Khuli aakho se dekhe
Khabbo ka bhi
Koi nam diya jaaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.
Kuch gaam aakho ko rulaye
Kuch dil ko dahlaye
Kuch rooho ko hilaye
Jo gam dukhakar bhi bhaye
Un gamo ka aalag kuch
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.
Tan ke Milan
Aur man ke Milan
Ke to hai laakho nam
Rooho ke Milan ka bhi chalo
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Maa
Maa to meri jaan hai.
dundle andhere me bhi vo, meri pehchan hai
Sehti rahi jo hr pal,
Marti rahi har pal jiske liye vo,
Kuch or nahi bs vo meri muskaan hai,
Har gaya har lamha jiske samne,
Jhuk gaya har dard jiske samne
Vo koi or nahi meri maa mera bhagwan hai.muskurati rahi har dard me vo tumhe hsane k liye,
khud jalti hai vo har pal, sirf tumhe roshni dikhane k liye, rehti hai andhero me tumhe chand dikhane k liye,
Aaj bhi intzaar krti hai vo tumhe chamkta dekhne k liye,
Tadapti hai vo bs ek bar tumhe seene se lagane k liye.
Dedo use itni khushi ki gham bhi na use chu paye is zamane me...
Bna do uske har aasun ko moti,
Chamka to uski zindagi kuch is kadar,
Ki heera bhi feeka parh jaye is zamane me,
Bs ye hi jaan lo, maa hi sabkuch hai,
Har zamane me...
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Bhage Jaa Rahe Hai
Bhage ja rahe hai,
Na jane dur kis se.
Sochte hai,
janmoo ka ho
Tum me
Hum me
Phasla.
Na tum meri
Har saans mei
Dard banker basoo,
Na hum tumhari
Nazaroo mei khatke
Beaabroo dastan banker.
Yo meelo meel
Bhagte rahe
Aur
Har baar,
Har raah
Le jaati rahi
Tum tak.
Hum phaslee badhate rahe
Aur
Har phasla kareeb lata gaya
Tum tak.
Nahi jante hai,
Kyun har raah
Tum par youn
ruke?
Kyun har phasla
Tumhe aur kareeb laye?
Nahi jante hai,
Kya baandhe rakhta hai
Meri saanso ko
Tumhare dard ke saath.
Par hum phir bhi
Bhagee ja rahe hai
Na jaane duur kis se.-anjali
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Februar
'- Mark og Enge dækkes af den hvide Snee,
Paa de døde Blomster vil ei Livet see;
Dog, mens Vinterkulden trykker Jordens Kyst,
Anelse og Længsel fylder hvert et Bryst -!'
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Maanen, som en Havfrue, fra den fjerne Old,
Svømmer hen ad Himlen, deilig, men saa kold.
Skoven staaer med Riimfrost, glimrende og hvid,
Drømmer vist i Natten om sin Sommertid,
Om de grønne Blade med den friske Duft,
Om de smukke Blomster og den varme Luft.
Ja, hvert Træ i Skoven har sin Sommer-Drøm,
Der, som Digter-Hjertets, døer i Tidens Strøm.
Mark og Enge dækkes af den hvide Snee,
Paa de døde Blomster vil ei Livet see;
Dog, mens Vinterkulden trykker Jordens Kyst,
Anelse og Længsel fylder hvert et Bryst.
Som et Skyggebilled', sat mod Luftens Blaa,
Staaer hist Herregaarden, der er Taarne paa!
Alt er gothisk gammelt, hvilket Malerie!
Ret som Riddertiden slumrede deri.
Under Vindebroen, ved de frosne Rør,
Er' i Muren Huller; der var Fængsler før.
Vaabenet med Indskrift over Porten staaer,
Og om Vindueskarmen kunstigt Løvværk gaaer.
Mellem to Karnapper groer en mægtig Lind,
Der, ad Vindeltrappen, vil vi træde ind.
Hvilke gamle Døre! og hvor de er' smaae!
Ovenover stolte Hjortetakker staae.
Gjennem hele Fløien strækker sig en Gang,
Maaneskinnet gjør den mere dyb og lang.
Riddersmænd og Fruer, mens vi gaae forbi,
See, som bundne Aander, fra hvert Malerie.
Hvem er vel hin Ridder med det mørke Blik?
Engang stolt og modig, han i Livet gik;
Mægtigt svulmed' Hjertet, Jorden har ham gjemt,
Ei hans Slægt man kjender, her hans Navn er glemt!
Hvilken deilig Qvinde! Liv og Aand man seer.
Og af disse Former er nu intet meer?
Intet meer, undtagen dette Farvespil,
Som hver Livets Sommer meer henbleges vil!
Dette Smiil om Munden, dette Tanke-Blik,
Denne Sundheds-Farve hendes Kinder fik;
Alt er Støv og Aske, Alt i Jorden gjemt,
Og, som Hjertets Drømme, Sorg og - Glæde, glemt!
Tys! fra Salen klinger Toners Harmonie,
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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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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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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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Na jaane kab tak
Na jaane kab tak
Hootho ki hansi se
Palko ki naami ko
Cheepayee phirenge?
Dard ko kabhi dawa,
Kabhi duua mante rahenge?
Dil ki dhadkano aur
Chalti Saanso ko kab talak
Jindagi kehte rahenge?
Baandh aankho ki nahi
Khuli palko se dekhe ko
Kab tak khawab bulate rahenge?
Hum nahi jaante
Kab tak khuda ko nahi
Aapko rab bana
Yo hi
Poojte rahenge?
Eay saavan,
tum kab baarsoge?
Kya hum tab talak pyaase tarsenge?
Baaras jaoo na ek baar
Kam se kam tere bahane se
Hum bhi ro lenge
Aur pheele kajal ki sayahi me
Thoda chip kar jee lenge.
Na jaane kab tak
Hum yo hi
Kafan oodh ke
Dafn ka intezaar karenge?
Na jaane kab tak.-anjali
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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poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Aauch the casting couch!
1
auuchh! the casting couch
on this couch the industry girls will slouch
ahh! to get work no doubt you will have to get on the couch
the industry girls they will weep
to get a role they will have to sleep
2
auuchh! the casting couch
this is a fact have no doubt
if you want to make it in this industry you will have to slouch on the couch
sona tho padey ga
tabhi ja kar tho tu hiroine banney ga
pehele tu director ki sunney ga tabh ja kar tu kuchh banney ga
3
auuchh! the casting couch
this is the way this industry functions
sonney key bina yanha kuch nahi hota
par soo kar bhi yanhan kabhi kabhi kuch nahi hota
4
auuchh! the casting couch
i am a young struggling actress
have no doubut i will not sleep on no couch
mujey actress banana hei tho banao
nahi tho tum bhaad mein jaao
5
auuchh! the casting couch
directors, producers all stand in the line
pounceing over me like wolves pouncing on a lamb
weather i make it or not they don't give a damn
i refuse to be a part of this sham
6
auuch! the casting couch
jab ladki degi tabhi tho ja kar uski casting hogi
darling henione banna hei tho sona tho padega
nahi tho que mein khada rehna padey ga
7
auuch! the casting couch............................................ .......................
poem by Anuj Tikku
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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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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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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
poem by Anjali Kakati
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