Go the raiders go the raiders
We won our second away match
Yes it was a great effort
Despite some silly mistakes
Yes those raiders have been good
This year and they thoroughly deserve the praise
And each time they scored
The green flags were raised
Raiders rah rah rah raiders rah rah rah as we draw each final curtain
And seeing the raiders with the win
Come on raiders the mighty mighty raiders
Yes we won again
As we approach the next round
How well will we do
For our opponent next week
Is the parramatta eels at our home ground
Raiders rah rah rah
Raiders rah rah rah
We are the bad and mean green machine
Fearsome men from the ACT
Don’t try to stop these men in green
Or we will hit ya hit ya hit ya
Till you see green
Oh come on you mighty raiders
Come on you team
We won 3 out of four matches
Yes we’re the green machine
We are the Canberra raiders oh yeah
Are we are fighting fit
Every day as we provide our supporters with a great great win
And even if we crumble
At the stroke of full time
We will win yeseree
Raiders of the nations capital
A great movie about league
Watching the raiders with a great start
Oh yeah we are fighting fit
Go the mighty raiders

apno se jada gairon ki yaad aati hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jaati hai,
dil ka haal samajhne vala koi nahi hota,
aur jindagi hai k bas ek chidiya ki tarah ud jati hai,
dll me yaad basi rah jaati hai,
mashaal jalti hui achanak bujh jati hai,
aankhon k saamne base andhera hi andhera dikhta hai,
har roshni bhi feeki pad jati hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai....
wajah bewajah hi dard uthta rhta hai,
aankhon ka mom har waqt pighalta rahta hai,
aansoo b rasta aona badal lete hai,
dil me tadap k shiva aur kuj nahi bachta hai,
har khwahish dafan ** jati hai,
chahat bas khud ko khatam karne ki rah jati hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai.....
shahar logon se bhara hokar bhi veeran lagta hai,
din nikalte hi dhalne lag jata hai,
bewajah koi insaan shaitan lagne lagta hai,
khud ki ek saan bhi bejaan lagne lagti hai,
bejaan aawaj,
rookhe shabd,
pathrayi aankhen,
aur aansuon ki sookhi dhara shrajal ** uthti hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai.....
yun to har waqt khyal dil me rhta hai k vo mera hai,
tabhi koi khta hai k vo nahi bas bhram tera hai,
aur kitna pyar me barbaad ** jaun,
khatam ** jaun ya tujhme hi mar jaun,
aasan nahi koi jirah rah jati hai,
har gali kooche se bas unk nikalne ki aas rahti hai,
vo mere nahi har taraf bas ek hi aawaj goonjti hai,
din khatam raat shuru,
roshni gayi andhera shuru,
sath khatam tanhayi shuru,
bas yahi tadpan har ghadi rah jati hai,
vo meri nahi kisi aur ki ** jati hai,
jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai....

Les amours ne sont rien que de piètres adieux;
Rah, n’en sois pas si fâché.
Eh, mer! Tu n’es qu’un serpent amoureux,
Tes mots sont des vagues gachées.

Love is nothing but needy goodbyes;
Rah, don’t act so angry about it.
Hey, sea! You’re nothing but a smitten snake,
Your words are wasted waves.

Les amours ne sont rien que des brindilles sèches;
Rah, n’en sois pas si fâché.
Eh, mer! Tu n’es qu’une bombe sans mèche,
Tes mots sont des ailes arrachées.

Love is nothing but brittle firewood;
Rah, don’t act so angry about it.
Hey, sea! You’re nothing but a defused bomb:
Your words are pluckèd wings.

Les amours ne sont rien que des choses éphémères;
Rah, tu t’en remettras vite.
Eh, mer! Te lasses-tu parfois d’être mère?
Tes mots sont des eaux sans mérite.

*Love is nothing but an ephemeral thing;
Rah, you’ll get over it soon.
Hey, sea! Do you sometimes have enough of being a mother?
Your words are worthless waters.

Go go the mighty Canberra demons
We won our first match
Against the Gold Coast suns
Never looked like losing oh no
We had an early lead and there was no way they will catch us
And at 3 quarter time we held a 40 point lead
Go the demons
Go the demons
The pride of our Capital
Go the demons
Go the demons
We are the best in the neafl
We will bring this great city of Canberra the neafl crown
Even if we are down
We will fight fight fight
Right till the end
Driving our opponent round the bend
The might of the demons mate
The best of the ACT
Demons rah rah rah
Demons rah rah rah
We beat the Gold Coast
By 94 to 83
Go demons dudes swing around the city
We will show the neafl who is boss

ज़िन्दगी का सफ़र बढ़ता चला गया,
हम रोते रह गए बीती बातो को सोच कर,
और एक वक्त है जो बिन परवाह गुज़रता चला गया,

वो हमे ढूंढते रह गए प्यार के गलियो में,
और मेरा प्यार उनके याद में खोता चला गया,

न मंज़िल का पता था न रहने का कोई ठिकाना,
पर ये कम्बख़त दिल है जो उनके प्यार में भटकता चला गया,

मुस्कुराता रहा दिल उनकी मुस्कान देखकर,
और आँखे मेरी उनकी ख्वाब में बहता चला गया,

हमने सोचा था की बड़ा हसीन होंगे हर पल मेरे उनके साथ,
और एक उनका "साथ" है जो किसी और का होता चला गया,

आज तो गज़ब हो गया हम ढूंढते रह गए प्यार के पन्नों को,
और मेरी कलम है जो उन पन्नों में लिपटकर रोता चला गया,

ज़िन्दगी बहुत आसान है यारो अगर आप चाहो तब,
आपने लड़ना छोड़ा,और ये अपनी कस्मकश में हमे डुबोता चला गया,
हमे डुबोता चला गया......|




Zindagi ka safar badhta chalo gya,
Hum rote rah gye biti bato ko soch kar,
Aur ek waqt hai Jo bin parwaah guzarta chala gya,

Wo Hume dhundhte rah gye pyar Ke galiyo me,
Aur mera pyaar unke yaad me khota chala gya,

Na manzil ka pata tha na rahne ka koi thikana,
Par ye kambakhat dil hai Jo unke pyaar me bhatakta chala gya,

Muskurata raha dil unki muskan dekh kar,
Aur aankhen meri unke khwab me bahta chala gya,

Humne socha tha Ki bada haseen honge har pal mera unke sath,
Aur ek unka "Sath" hai Jo kisi aur ka hota chala gya,

Aaj to gazab ** gya hum dhundhte rah gye pyaar ke panno ko,
Aur meri kalam hai Jo un panno me lipatkar rota chala gya,

Zindagi bahut aasan hai yaaro agar aap chaho tab,
Aapne ladna chhoda, aur ye apni kasmkash me Hume dubota chala gya,
Hume dubota chala gya.....

मनीष कुमार श्रीवास्तव

so i just picked up my wine and whiskey,
and heading toward romford from
collier row tesco,
took a seat on the 175 bus -
fours kids and a mother behind me -
god, i love kids, esp. this cute...
in between a nursery rhyme of
twinkle twinkle little star,
they broke into a song of
lady gaga's bad romance:
      rah rah ah-ah-ah!
rho mah ro-mah-mah
                    gaga oh-la-la! -
up to a point where the mother asked
to keep themselves quiet,
only prior, to what happened when
the no. 66 bus (leystone st. to romford
st.) -
     the kids start their infernal
counting 66, 6... 6, 6, 6...
               the cutest part came
with them not able to sing the words
- want your bad romance -
i'm just as bad when it comes to
concrete lyrics...
     they got the
      rah rah ah-ah-ah!
rho mah ro-mah-mah
                    gaga oh-la-la right...
but the - want your bad romance?
they sort of "gave up", w- .....................,
more exactly - the letters had already
started forming syllables,
        but the syllables didn't start
forming meanings -
              children:
    you only have them as selfish
psychologists -
who think that all patients are
   patiens ex infans:
what a demeaning position to hold...
and guess: it only takes a highly
concentrated urban environment to
guess a clock's next tick-tock...
              i love children, such innocent
spies that never fail to amaze:
   never the finished canvases -
always the blank slates...
imagine my amazement listening to
them recite lady gaga's goo-goo-poo-poo'h-drip
sunny glaze... and that ripe red
grapefruit for breakfast alongside
champagne...
          i love children:
as much as their sadistic parents realise
not actually realising:
    nature hates vacuums:
      play with this dough like the
inversion of the child reborn...
    i'd request only one reminder:
ensure you manage to keep a pet toward
its mortal exhaustion, before
you talk of replica...
                 sacrificing ***** as
expandible is one way to make man
omnivore -
then again: with all these eggs without
a yoke: such a ****** egg-white washed-up
world of empty.
               but women prefer the extremes
of either the harem baron,
or the beta male mediocre,
surprises are what?
  christmas presents you bribe children
with for what is: less a disaffection
with a lie, but a dis-valuation of
an archetypal sustenance material in shape
of the paternal...
               these kids already sentenced
your idea of fame:
rah rah ah-ah-ah!
rho mah ro-mah-mah
                    gaga oh-la-la!
     you can't beat that, you can't beat
these kids... don't bother...
the end sentence, i admit, was pushing
it... they mumbled the words -
but as any child would,
  the point was made by the bouncy-castle
of interference...
   and then i sat next to one ******
next to me, reading a book,
and it dawned on me:
   why would a man become so
       overtly-"heroic" concerning his
offspring...
well... it dawned on me...
   merely nibbling a touch with this sprout
next to me in a train seat...
sure, a woman can claim the parasite
incubator, for that is all a foetus is...
   but when the sprout ages to be 5 or 6...
a woman inverts the womb with a:
body to body ratio relevance...
now i know why men really fight children...
women treat children as if they were
frogs, their greatest ****** comes upon
******* a foetus...
                    and they even imply that
religiously: no cesarean!
                            i thought that...
no! that ******* pug snout is going to
get the proper broker pucker out of this
stretch armstrong, whether you like it or not!
now i get the logic,
esp. when i sit next to a child,
   i can fathom the demand for a man claiming
custody of a child,
and **** me, it seems too good to be true
but is nonetheless the truest anti-mantis
rhetoric available...
             man, wake up...
you think that evolution is in your favour?
it's heidegger - he said:  
  the pluralism of being in beings as
accommodating an easy example is what
man is to chimp, but it's also what
woman is to mantis...
                         in dealing with
a "there" or the antithesis of pluralism of
being in man is to look away from
a history in a collective: congratulatory
tone of ex simia ad **** -
     a woman was never a collective -
and never will be -
   femina ex mantis ad mantis reditus libido;
as men who provide the expendable world
of actor -
women provide the expendable world
of: an empty stage - their **** -
both jerks hanky-panky the same
gamble...
           with as many expendable
tadpoles as given, the more incomprehensible
the world becomes...
if i were a man, i'd look beyond
the ape, as woman already knows to
look into the role of the widow...
      as it stands: **** sapiens is a pathetic
argument contra femina vidua...
the rational man is no match for a female widow...
           only an un-understanding man
can match the poker mastery of the femina vidua;
makes sense why a man would
argue for a child -
given the fact that a woman only
took care of a quasi-amphibian -
                           9 months doesn't necessarily
translate into 90, *******, years!
i'd still say you're a cheat if you
think you can shortcut your specialisation
in the field of psychology, by having
both the template of "a priori" in your
children, and an "a posteriori" template
in your grandchildren...
    sure, you'll see more patients,
but none of them will actually be as sick
as you are, in your little short-crust
           shortcut of keeping numbers
to the prim, rather than the meaning of words
absolute, than the ******* mingling
thesaurus relativism of "debate" / "nuance";
psychologists already know that
their children and their grandchildren
are collateral damage in theory,
   and all the more ****** up in real life.

bojh palkon k niche chupaun kitna,
tumhe bhulaun kitna tumse door jaun kitna,
tum aa gayi ** to mai samhal jaunga,
na chodkar jao mai ab na rah paunga,
tumhe mai aur chahunga tumhe mai aur chahunga...
tum hi har taraf ** mere,
nahi dikhta koi chehra,
tum choti c gudiya meri,
mai tumme simat jaunga,
tumhe pyar karunga tumhe mai aur chahunga,
na door tum jao na chodkar jao,
ab door tumse mai ek pal bhi rah na paunga,
tumhe mai aur chahunga tumhe mai aur chahunga.....
tumhi to khwab ** mere,
tumhi jine ki hasrat **,
tumh mai kho nahi sakta,
door mai rah nahi sakta,
tumhe kaise bhukaunga,
bina tumhare ji na paunga,
tumhe mai aur chahunga, tumhe mai aur chahunga...
meri tum aarjoo **,
meri har tamnna **,
chohton me tum meri **,
bandagi bhi tum meri **,
mera ehsas tum hi **,
mere jine ki khwahish **,
tumhe mai aur chahunga tumhe mai aur chahunga...
tumhi meri ibadat **,
tumhi meri rahgujar **,
meri tum rahnuma bhi **,
mere dil ki kavayad **,
mujhme tum aise bas jao,
kabhi na tumko bhulaunga,
mai tumko aur chahunga mai tumko aur chahunga....
har ehsaas dhadkan ka,
har ehsaas tadpan ka,
machalta meri dil bhi hai,
tadpta mera dil bhi hai,
kaise mai paas aa jaun,
kaise mai bahin me bhar loo,
kaise mai yaad na aaun ,
kaise mai door jaunga ,
na tere bin rh paunga,
tumhe mai aur chahunga tumhe mai aur chahunga....
i love u sh.....  plzz nvr leave me.