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Shankar Puri
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Poems

Zindagi aapse hi khubsurat hai humari,

Aapke sang hi rehna humein umar saari.


Har janam aap hi humsafar ** humare,

Yahi dua hai us neeli chhatri wale se. 


Ye dhadkane bhi ruk si jaati hai aapse jab baat ni hoti,

Aapki wo tagri daant bhi sacchi humein bhut pyaari lagti.


Is Dil ki har dhadkan Kuch kehna hai chahti,

Sirf aur sirf aapke pass rehna chahti ji.


Aapka Naam hi tou humare naam ko pura krta,

Aapki muskaan dekh ke hi ye dil humara bhi dhadakta.


Ye meelon dur ki duriya humara Kuch ni bigaad sakti,

Aapki tasveer seene se lagake hi Roz soti.


Ek aap hi apne apne se lagte **,

Aap pass ** tou bhul jau duniya ko.


Kaise kahu mai aap kitna mayne rakhte **,

Jo dua us ishwar ke darwaze pr roz hum Kare wo puri **.


Humesha har kadam par saath saath rahein hum dono,

Koi bhi Juda na kar paaye humko.


Aap Jaise fikar karte, pyaar karte aise koi bhi nahi kar sakta,

Is sacchi mohabbat sacchi shiddat se hi jeene ka dil karta.


Jeene ka sahara jeene Ka matlab hi aapse hai mere saathiya,

Aap saath ** tou saanse chalti hain mere mahiya.


Mai hu aapki in haathon ki lakeero mein,

Aapko paakar sabse qismat wala bna Diya uparwale ne.


Khushnaseeb hai humari taqdeer jo aap humko mile.

Aapke aane se zindagi mein phul khile.



Jo labz  hothon se keh Nahi paate,

Wo bhi aap samajh ** jaate. 


Dil Ka dard jab bayan Nahi karte,

Wo bhi aap itni dur se pata laga lete.


Har dard har jhakam apne aap thik ** jaata,

Jab ye Dil us pyaare se Dil ke seene se lag ke sukoon paata.


In hawao ki sarsarahat ke zariye wo ehsaas bhejna,

Humesha Aapke Saath Hu sunnu ji aapka ye kehna.


Sacchi beintehaa sukoon deta is rooh ko,

Ishwar humesha mehfooz rakhe aapko.


Kadi dhup ki pyaari si chaav aap ban jate,

Har Khushi har aansu ek dusre se baat te.


Wo hi hain zindagi Ke sabse pyaare lamhe har dard bhi lete ** bhaap,

**** se tou har koi pyaar kr leta rooh mein basna kise kehte uski misaal ** aap.


Bhagwaan ji mujhe maaf kr dena,

Aapse bhi badhkar Kisi ko maine samjha.


Inke saamne sajda mai jab bhi karti,

Meri bandagi zindagi dono puri ** jati.


Agar rabb mujhse puche ki tumhein kya du

Mai bina soche bas Aapka naam keh aapko maang lu.


Aap bhale hi duniya ke liye ek insaan **,

Mere liye tou aap hi puri duniya **.


Zindagi ** tou aapke saath warna,

Koi zindagi bhi nahi chahiye mere khuda.


Aapke saath jiyenge aapke sang hi marenge,

Kuch Nahi chahiye humein neele aasman ke neeche bhi aapke sang reh lenge.


Bs aap humesha humare pass humare saath rehna,

Isse jyada Kuch Nahi humko kehna.


Wish you a very very happy anniversary dear sweeeeeetuuuuu ji. Aap ** tou Sab Kuch hai humare pass. ... Sabse most important part of my life is justttttttt you. I love you dheeeeerrrrr saaaaraaaaaa MERI jaaaaaaannn...feeelllll you the mosttttttt. Aap ** humare pass jeene ki wajah hai ... Thankyou so much for always being there with me my dear sweetesttttttttt life partner..❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I am soooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhhhhhh luckiestttttt and blesseddddddd to have you munnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuu jiiiiii ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ bhagwaan ji aapki har manokaamna Puri krein ..aapko dheeerrr saaariiii khushiya de...humesha mehfooz rakhein ...jaldi se aapko success mil Jaye aur aap apni is Dil ki raani ko Apne sang le jao humesha ke liye ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love you a lottttt more than my life ..my life ..my lifeline ...my everything ....Sab Kuch aap ** .... Happy anniversary sweetuuuu ji❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
31 may most special one
Jasraj Sangani  Feb 2016
Mumbai
Jasraj Sangani Feb 2016
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it’s hot but not too more….

Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say “M busy”
Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy

There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska
Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska

From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels
From telephone rings and doorbell brings.
There are people connecting through Blackberry pings

Where there’s little time to spare for kids
People here spend their lives on bids
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter
But milkman mixing water is not a cheater!

Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art
From pop-corn to ice-cream, all sold on cart
Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart

Where local trains usually run on time
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime
Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine
People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine”

From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea
But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee.

Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali
Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali
Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful
Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful

Billionaire to baggers, all found in this city
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty.
Overall this dream-world is huge but pretty
Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.
KRRW  Aug 2017
Jamaedurian
KRRW Aug 2017
Si Jamaeda:
Isa siyang matrona
na ang pangarap
ay ang wagas
na kagandahan.
Palagi siyang
nilalait ng kanyang
mga kaeskwela.
Maging mga kapatid niya
ay nilalayuan siya.
Samantala,
ang mga magulang niya
ay ikinahihiya
ang kanyang
kakatwang presensiya.

Isang araw,
kanyang natuklasan
isang natatanging pormula
upang makamtan
pinakamimithing kagandahan.

Mula sa laboratoryo
lumabas ang isang
mestisang diyosa
na siyang nagdulot
nang tiyak na pagkahulog
ng bawat panga
na nilalampasan niya.

Puri dito, puri doon.
Ang tainga niya
ay pumapalakpak.
Kaway rito, kaway doon,
hindi siya matigil
sa kahahalakhak.

“Sa wakas,”
ika niya,
kagandaha'y napasakanya.
Subalit,
ngunit,
datapwat,
langit biglang
kumulog,
kumidlat.

Habang ang diyosa'y pauwing
mahinhing naglalakad,
nakasalubong niya
ang isang matrona
na siyang nagpaalala
ng mapait na nakaraan niya.
Itsura ng matrona
sadyang kasuka-suka
mas masahol pa
sa dating muka ng diyosa,
wika ng marami
pinagsukluban ng langit at lupa
maging impyerno ay nakialam pa.

Hiling nito sa diyosa
ibahagi ang sikreto niya
sa pagbabago ng uling
at naging isang ginto,
ngunit ang kagandahan
ng diyosa'y panlabas lang
sapagkat kanyang budhi
lubos-lubos ang kaitiman.
Itinaas ang kilay
at saka pumanhik,
hindi niya namalayan
ang nagbabadyang panganib.

Plok! Plak!
Inay ko po'y kaysakit!
Ang diyosang marikit,
napasubsob sa putik.

Ngunit sa halip
na malambot ang lupang hahagip
'yon pala'y sa ilalim
may nakatagong talim.
Matigas niyang mukha
ginuhitan ng pait
ang maladiyosang matrona
nasiraan ng bait.

Lahat ng tao'y
naengganyong lumapit,
sa lakas ng kanyang sigaw
dahil sa sobrang sakit.
Imbis na tulunga'y
pinagtawanan, nilait.
“Hahaha! Buti nga sa 'yo,
mayabang ka kasi,”
ang kanilang sambit.
Luha niya'y nangingilid,
ngunit walang pasubali,
ang kutya nila'y sumasabay
sa ulang masidhi.

Sa hindi niya inaasahan,
dinamayan siya ng isa.
Isang pamilyar na mukhang
hindi rin naman
naiiba sa kanya.

Magbuhat noon,
natutunan niya
ang isang malaking
leksiyon:
“Mas masarap ang maging duryan,
kaysa maging isang mamon.”
Written
31 August 2013


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