Chahe aaye aandhi ya fir koi tufaan ,
Kamzor nahi padegi hamari udaan .
Chhaon ** ya kadakti dhoop ,
Nikhrega hamara naya roop .

Lakh mushibat aaye nahi rukenge hum,
Badhte jayenge yuhi hum kadam dar kadam,
Rastey chahe kitni bhi mushkil kyon na **,
Har mushkilo ko chirte hue ek din manzil tk pahuch jayenge hum

Bheedh hamesha us raastey par hai chalti ,
Jahan ** na koi mushkil khadi .
Par humne chuna hai raasta alag ,
Kyunki karna hai humne kuch alag .

Itihaas rachna hai tou bhid se alag hona sikho,
Paristithio se daro nhi paristithio ko badalna shikho,
Ek din wo mukaam tumhe mil hi jayega,
Dekh tumhari safalta ko ek din kismat bhi muskurayega,

Mehnat ke bal par likhenge khud ki takdeer,
Takleef ke hain hum mahaveer.
Na chahat hai sitaron ki ,
Na tamanna hai nazaron ki.

Sirf wahi log itihaas rach ke dikhaya hai,
Jisne apne taklifon ko gale lagaya hai,
whi log asafal rah jate hai,
Jo mushkilo se darr tut jate hai,

Har mushkil ka saamna kar ,
Pahuchna hai apni manzil ke shikhar par .
Khamoshiyan sabra ka imtehaan ban gayi ,
Apne man mein Umeed ki jyot jag gayi .

Hum wo hai jo Kismat par rote nahi
Jo rote hai unke kuchh hote nahi,
Mandabuddhi wala einstein tou paper wala kalaam kahlaya,
Apne kaarnamo se hai vishwa me ek alag pahchaan banaya,

Laakhon kasht aa jaye saamne ,
Hamara ishwar bada hai us har takleef ke aage .
Musibaton se baghna na humne kabhi seekha ,
Hamari nanhi akhiyon ne bahut kuch hai dekha.

Milkar humne ye thana hai,
Naam nahi hume etihaas banana hai,
Ab kisi bhi mushkil se na darna hai,
Kyuki Hume kuchh alag karna hai,
Kuchh alag karna hai..


Collab Poem by
Sonia Paruthi & Shrivastva MK.....…....✍

I have crushed flowers in my palms only to smell my hands and then step on the wrinkled petals. I have stolen hearts like the funny little things I took from the thrift store that I realised I never really wanted. I have left a bitter aftertaste in my ex lovers' mouths after seducing them to consume my poison. I have a propensity for bad intentions as a defense mechanism I can't switch off.

It's better if you stay away.

*AA

Up there.


You and I walk on different plains of existence.
You walk with the beautiful people, who can only pretend to fall in love;
Everything is just a pretense.
Whilst I am devoted to my one love only;
Only she can find me in the depths of despair, so lonely,
Gasping for air, drowning in my apathy,
Swimming against the currents of what could have been.


You dance the night away and then you are gone before the day breaks,
While I sleep here alone, on my back, with my arm out,
Waiting for my true mate;
My best friend, my girlfriend,
Not your one for this weekend.
I mean a lover who wants to be with me,
Again and again and again.


Your list is so long that only my belief can match it;
You are perfectly aware of all the faults I have to deal with
And you do not care, because you have beautiful hair
And all the attention you deserve, you get.
I am never going to go there,
Because you look down on me from your higher plateau;
You and I are not the same, for I am so far below.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Cold, savory, watery, long nights, blah blah blah

do one and then eagle, eagle it out, extended body, proud body, better body,

spread, spread like can't believe it

ate late te  ca tate

savor with character, meaning don't drink and drive

beer, cold, beer, yes

man, beer, cold, stoic, stone

battered, battled, tender living for, dying for, kratos and all of his gore

beers one hell of a *****, loving it more, confident and barley off limit

drink at 16, away with questions

Questions quietly dissipate, questions fly out door, drink given by gods for celebrate, sadness, sigh,

some do do do some don't don't don't then make group AA why why sway sway more more support support spokes spokes can't quite nicotine quit no smote mote vote, find given god chance

some go until the end of time, merry, fat, fine

beer, lovely, bubbly, headache, heartache, attack!! woah, take it back

Guiness with eggs at breakfast
pale ale with serious males
cider with lovers
gin for expression
whiskey for metal
wine for Bukowski, ******* his beauty, soul, ****, ****
Heineken for pretentious men


One more, again

The snow leopard


A snow leopard is walking down snow covered streets.
In these empty streets, she walks alone, a vision to be seen.
With skyscraper buildings on either side,
All the cars are silent,
The apartments only have a few lights on,
As she walks outside in the night-time.


With every stride the snow leopard creeps along,
These empty streets with her eyes fixed upon,
Her destination; the local fountain has become an ice rink.
She needs a place where she can sit and think
And the frozen water is calling.


The scratches on the surface from skaters earlier in the eve,
Are sliced crisscross by fur-covered shoes;
Her claws dig in deep.
With perfect balance she moves along;
Tail flat, she is relaxed, no pressure is on.
No need to flee, no-one to be seen.
The snow leopard lies down to relax; her cub inside is heavy.


Before dawn has arisen, the snow leopard has awoken.
Her ears pointed skyward to listen to distant sirens.
From early risers, phone calls have been made;
The zoo keeper is on his way…
But with a flash of her silhouette, the snow leopard is gone;
She was only seen close up for a second,
Before she disappeared into the thick winter’s fog.


Never to be seen again, but the lights in the skyscrapers remember.
The snow leopard stood here, on this cold night mid-December.
From where she came, nobody ever truly knew;
Some people say she was here simply looking for food.


She had been hiding a long time in a snow cave;
Her footprints were filled by the snow and her tracks began to fade.
She never was found and never again did she return.
The snow leopard was just passing through, her image just a blur.
Like a wind through a narrow street,
A piece of ice falling through a cloud;
A memory of a snowflake that disappears as soon as it is found.


There was no sign that the snow leopard had ever been around
And there was no way to know why,
The snow leopard ever came walking through this town.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

FIR AAYI HOLI

Fir aayi Holi ek baar, fir le gayi mere  dil ka karaar;

Puchhna chahti hu, kyu rulateho tum mujhe yuhi, baar baar.

Itne rango ke beech bhi hei tan man feeka; aankhoki pichkaarise behte hei aansu zaar zaar

Saalo beet chuke firbhi nazar dekhti hei teri raah, lagaataar.

Radha ka pyaar hi hei kuch aisa, maanta nahi yeh kabhi haar

Jaise kanha ke beena Radha adhuri aise hi, piya- milan beena, Holi hei  adhuri.

Kanha tere beena rang feeke, Chand feeka; soona lage mohe sansaar.

Aa bhi ja Mohan, itna ne tadpa, raah niharu tori; kab aayega tu jamuna paar.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Barbary
Go out to the bar
Pop Punk and Emo night
dress in all black
band tea, skinny jeans, converse high tops.
Something Ironic
Want to see friends
haven't seen in ages
jump around
sing Saves the Day
"At my funeral I will sing the requiem."
Watch people drink
they seem to be having fun
feeling ******, can't drink
was just at an AA meeting earlier
**** this, do hard drugs, drop out, hurt the ones you love.

Dard bhi khud hi dete ** dawa bhi khud hi dete **,
Khata jab bhi mai kqrta hu saja bhi tum hi dete **,
Pyar bhi mujhse karte **,
Juda fir bhi kyun rahte **,
Chahna tumko aadat hai,
Jindagi me tum shamil **,
K tum meri hasrat **,
Ye kaise bhool jate **.......
Mana k gam judai ka tumhe bhi tadpata hai,
Rulata hai tumhe bhi tumhe bhi dard hota hai,
Fir bhi khamosh hokar na jane ku sah lete **,
Tasavvur mera hai tu mujhe manjoor karte **,
Aansoo bahne lagte hai jab tum yaad aate **,
Beraj hu mai tumse fir bhi tum rooth jate **,
Jindagi hai tumhari  ab ise kyun bhool jate **,
Chahta tumko itna hu fir bhi kyun door rahte **,
Bhool jao jamane ko paas mere aa jao,
Tum mujhse pyar karti **
Mai yumse pyar karta hu..

Yun is kadar anjaan banaya tumne  mujhko k khud ko bhi ma pahchan na saku,
Ek to pahle hi tere pyar me pagal tha dil mera,
Kuj aisa kiya tune k jindagi kisi aur rukh pe mod na saku,
Beeti bston me kuj nahi rakha ye janta agar mai hota,
Na rota teri yaad me na yun kabhi tanha hota,
Kabhi kabhi dil karta hai tere kareeb aaun,
Tujhe nigaah bharkar dekhu,
Teri najar se najar milaun,
Par door gaye ** tum to aise k chah kar bhi kareeb tumhare aa na saku,
Silsila bahut purana hai chahne valo k juda hone ka,
Bas pyar karne ka aur ksbhi mil na pane ka,
Kuj haal mera bhi aisa hai,
K tujhe chahu chahta jaun par tujhe kabhi apna bana na saku.....
I love u S

Did you know that there's a species of monkeys
in Africa that intercourses hello
Oo Oo ****** Aa Aa

Imagine if humans did that
Hi how are you?
Zipper and slipper

I'd be saying hi to females all over the place

No wait
Come back
I just wanna say hello

The world might be much friendlier

Where ya going?
I'm just going to say hi to Scarlett Johansson
Be right back

It might not always work out though
It would make visits to grandmas house kinda awkward
(**** that's awful eh? Sorry about that)

So before i go
I just wanna give a real big hello to all the ladies out there

Hi!
Oo oo aa aa

Wo afsaano ka banna yun hi tha.
Wo daastano ka bunna yun hi tha.
Yun hi tha wo intezaar ke lamhe ginna.
Aur shayad hamse pyaar karna bhi yun hi tha.

Wo dur rah kar bhi pass hone ka ehsaas hona yun hi tha.
Wo har raat aur har subah hamse baat karna yun hi tha.
Yun hi tha wo har naghme me doob jana.
Aur shayad un naghmo me ek dusre ko talaashna yun hi tha.

Wo alfaazon ka bayaan hone se pehle pura karna yun hi tha.
Wo har subah, shaam dhalne ka besabri se intezaar karna yun hi tha.
Yun hi tha wo has has kar baatein karna.
Aur shayad har raaz ko khulkar batana yun hi tha.

Kya tumhari awaz sunkar dil ka zor se dhadkna yun hi tha?
Kya armaano ka mehal banana yun hi tha?
Kya yun hi tha wo roothne ke baad wapis aa jaana?
Aur
Kya tumhare wapis aane ki ummed me jeena yun hi tha?

A long red light
Kick the kickstand down
Lift up your legs
Form into a lotus pose
Palms out to the sun
Meditate

Green light
Kick up the kickstand
Quick turn left
Quick turn right

Into the lane
Graced by a handpainted sign:
Welcome
Noon
AA Meeting

Within twenty-four hours everything changed.
The old man kicked me out again
so I was back in that twin sized bed
surrounded by my mother's boxes & plastic bins
my clothes in big piles
with the hangers left in, just dying for a home.
And the day I got kicked out
I got the call
the one I didn't think would ever come.
It was for a transcription job
doing reality t.v. shows
typing what the cast members said
in the interview room
word for word
every burp, ****, and studder.
A foot pedal is used to stop, play, rewind, and fast forward.
She asked me to come in for an interview
but then the next day
she had someone call out sick
so she called me back,
"**** the interview. Do you just wanna start? Like...today?"
So I went in that day and got typing.
The office was located in a 1960's trailer
in the middle of a small trailer park, next to a little house.
The boss was a middle-aged Rasta lady
with straight brown hair
and a very kind face.
Turned out she also ran the trailer park.
I asked her about one of the trailers with a 'For Rent' sign
the only one available in the whole lot of seven trailers.
She said it was a one bedroom and less than $500 a month.
Two days later
I got a few hundred bucks from my financial aid
that I had been waiting on.
It was my only way out
my only way in.
After I paid the move-in expenses
I only had $13 to my name
but it was alright
my good luck just kept on rolling
I found a $200 balance on my food stamp card.
At the end of the day, my face hurt
from smiling so big, for so long, I'm not used to all this.
I have a porch that's mine
Mason jars with ice water
good food in the fridge
It's only a short walk across the trailer park
to get to work everyday.
My rasta boss landlord lady
has two little boys
around my sons age.
Ever since we moved in
all he's done is play outside with them
running around with rocks, sticks, dirt, and random objects
the way kids are supposed to play.
I almost can't type this
can't put into words
what this means to me.
No more father looming over me
or mother yelling my name.
To be able to
step out onto my porch at night
seeing the Gilbert water tower lit up in white light, the scent of Joe's Real BBQ blowing in the breeze
or to walk the downtown streets
with it's old west, wooden awnings, hanging overhead.
the old tyme tattoo shop
with it's old style custom flash.
the wooden little two window, one door, the front
of my Dad's former bar
'The Mustang Lounge', where I watched him sling drinks, while I played the entertainment trivia touch screen, sipping Shirley Temples.
But the best part
and it's such a simple thing
just walking the sidewalks of my neighborhood
which are stamped, AA Beardon, 1930.
It's everything I've ever wanted
but
it's just dumb luck.
To find a job and a home
in one fell swoop like this.
I feel like I've run off and joined a commune or something
I'm on a writer's retreat
where I practice typing all day
and then cook myself dinner
at sundown.
T-Bone Walker's voice fills my little trailer
as I take in a sunsets from my porch
leaned against the railing
a jar of ice water in my hand
my stomach full
having that after dinner smoke
not having a care in the world
besides
the next cigarette
and
the next page here.
Finally.
I can put my feet up
and hold my head high.

yun to khush hu mai bahut,
k tum pyar jo itna karte **,
rahte ** door bahut mujhse to kya,
tum pyar bahut karte **,
mai jab bhi kabhi rota hu tumhe yaad kark,
tumse kahta hu k paas aa jao mere,
tum nahi aa pate **,
mai rota hi rahta hu,
tum bahut samjhate **,
apni majboori batate **,
par mai nahi samajhta ,
aur fir bhi rota rahta hu,
to kya,
tum pyar to mujhse karte **...........
kabhi kabhi jab dil karta hai k tumhare paas aaun,
tumhe apni bahin me bhar loo,
tumhe apna bana loo,
tumhe khud me basa loo,
sari duniya se door hokar tumhare sath ek alag duniya basa loo,
aur tumse kahta hu k sath mera de do,
aur tab kisi aur k sath tum hote **,
haan tumhari marji nahi hoti,
fir bhi tum kisi aur ki bahon me hote **,
vo tumhe choota hai pakadta hai,
mera har hak apna bana leta hai,
aur kahte ** k meri majboori samajh lo,
aur mai nahi samajhta hu,
rota hu aur tumhare oaas aane ko tadapta hu,
jab fir bhi khwahish poori nahi hoti,
tab mai rota rahta hu,
to kya,
tum pyar to mujhse karte **.......
jab mai khush hota hu,
to tumhe dil ki har baat batana chahta hu,
vo khushi khud se pahle tumse bantna chahta hu,
tum tab bhi nahi hoti **,
kyunki kisi aur ki chahaten poori kar rahi hoti **,
jab bhi dukhi hota hu,
to chahta hu k tumhara hanth mil jaye,
tumhari god me chup jana chahta hu,
aur ro rokar sara dukh mita dena chahta hu,
par tum nahi hoti,
kyunki tab tum kisi aur ki dukhi hone ki wajah mita rahi hoti **,
aur fir mai rota hu jqb tak tum nahi aati,
jab tum aati ** fir se apni majboori batati **,
mai cheekhta hu chillata hu,
pal pal tumhare paas aane ko tadapta rahta hu,
par tum nahi aati,
aur mai rota rahta hu,
to kya,
tum pyar to mujhse karte **......

How diamonds embedded in fine jewellery, are stained by the blood of malnourished labourers often forgotten by the first world democracy - Boasting mountainous elaborate skyscrapers, marked by the sweat and tears of underpaid construction workers struggling with debts and taxes. How a baby boy or girl is born, not without a mother’s pain - much greater than having major muscles torn. How an old married couple withers away side by side, masking decades of struggles and sacrifice.

All things beautiful were made from chaos.



**-AA

Well, let me begin my announcing to the HP community that I just pulled my ex-best friend's child's mother's hair out of my mouth without realizing how it got there since I haven't seen her since Saturday. Yeah, good luck pondering that breech of physics. Also, I realized that I've been breaking the magic rules of drinking at work as laid down by Cracked.com with impunity since before that majestic article was written, which kind of makes me feel like a badass and also like a terrible alcoholic whom the gods will eventually strike down. Or perhaps, everybody at work with me is also drunk and/or high all the time, a suspicion I've had for about a year now, but have not been able to prove, despite careful observation. Sure, the typically WOW playing awkward dude gets a box of not one, not two, but three bottles of beautifully crafted wine delivered DIRECTLY TO THE OFFICE every month notwithstanding. And does our supervisor say anything even remarkably reprehensible....no, not while she's on the clock. But she did steal my Don Corleone hat, and by thunder she still owes me for that thing, since I'll bet all the money I made this year that she got some fantastic head because of that hat. There are minor arguments in the breakroom over how ****** the coffee actually is, whether it's police station or AA meeting detestable, and on slow days people are chucking gigantic medicine ***** across the room while laughing at the destruction they cause. Then, Monday through Friday, woe unto you if you call the 24/7 line between 10 and 12 at night, since you will be picked up by me, the 3-midnight guy. If you're an idiot, or loud, or from New Jersey, or can't seem to be able to wipe that bleached ******* of yours without assistance, DO NOT CALL. I will be drunk, and while drunk I will take whatever ****** excuse you have for being a worthless and pointless human being and very tenderly, very politely, shove it up your *** on the end of a very thick nine iron. This is real life, and this....this is where I work.

Walking down Main Street


As the rain pours down and all the people are indoors,
I walk down Main Street, under my umbrella, alone with the world.
The moon is full, the air is cold,
But I am at peace in this town where nobody ever goes.


They only pass on through, as they think there is nothing here to do,
But there is so much to be seen, if they would only take the time;
But nobody ever has the time,
Because as they say “time flies!”
And this place is no fun, when you have money and you are young;
They all seem to be…in such a rush…


The other old timers watch them all just pass on by.
This old town may not have those alluring big city lights,
But it does have its charms, its people and a picturesque beauty.
If only they had the time to see;
But their minds are closed and they all have some other place to go,
So they will never know of this town
And it’s charming folks…


There goes Taylor-Rose; I guess her parents wanted twins,
But she has no siblings, so I guess she is their blessing.
Their pride and joy, they spoke about long ago,
When they too were young and they got hitched in the snow.
It sure was cold that day, but the sun was so bright;
They said they could not wait until the summer time.
A shotgun wedding; a lasting romance.
It’s been twenty years now, for Taylor-Rose’s Mom and Dad.


There’s the old General Store
And there’s the Post Office next door.
The Doctors Surgery is three doors down,
Past the Pharmacy and The Needle and Thread Store.
At the end of Main Street, there is a sign with more names;
I turn left behind it, to get to my old house,
But I am not heading that way.
Sweet Melissa is making our supper at home again tonight;
She is so wonderful to me; I’m a lucky family guy.


I remember when we met; I had just arrived in town.
I was just passing through like all the others…
And then my car broke down.
The mechanic was busy and then he had to send off for some parts,
So I booked myself into a room at the hotel and there she was…


A housekeeper with such beauty, like none I had ever seen before.
Her parents worked in the hotel too back then;
Her Mom told me my room was on the first floor.
Eventually I asked Melissa out to dinner;
I was a loser back then, but she turned me into a winner.


Now as I turn the right way into Lovers Avenue,
I can see Melissa at home; her silhouette moves in to view.
I’ve brought her some roses, they are not red; they are blue;
They are artificial, of course, but that just means they will last longer
And they will symbolize our love…
It will never get old,
It will only grow stronger.
I should tell Melissa that, I guess it sounds kind of nice;
But I will still give her the card Madison wrote and I simply signed.


She sure is clever, that Madison in the flower shop;
She always writes a verse of poetry for Melissa, from me,
When I cannot find the right words, to say what I want.
I’m just a simple kind of man, with love and our anniversary on my mind,
So I thought I would remind Melissa that I truly love her…
I’m so lucky to be her guy.


Three knocks on the door and “I’ll be right there.”
My love opens the door
And there is the smell of freshly baked bread in the air.
“It’s nearly done; did you forget your key?
Oh are those for me?” She smiles
And I go weak at the knees.


“I didn’t use my key, because I wanted to recreate our first date;
Do you remember me nervously knocking on your door?”
“Oh; the memories.  
And all these years later, you are still…my love.”
“I’m sorry I am late.”
“Nonsense, you’re just in time.”  She smiles at me
And after supper and dessert, we are both still smiling…


I have to go now, for my time is all just for Melissa…
So long memory lane; I hope you enjoyed the memories.
I sure am glad I didn’t just drive on through;
Just think what would have happened, if I had never met her…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Forever etched into a reverie
A memory of you and me
Branded behind my eyelids
Last night

When you had had much to drink
Couldn't think of how to blink
Your eyes reddened 'round the rims
Of irises

You held me in a drunk embrace
Around my waist to save your grace
Walked us right out of
That bar

Don't go you said
And instead pulled the thread
That held us
Together

And somehow our lips intertwined
As if you were mine in that time
As though we were
Fine

Alcohol stained my tongue

Because of that kiss
I often miss
AA meetings