"aam" poems
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum behad khoobsurat **
Ye jo tumne akhon ke kajal ko b palko ki had me dal rakha hai.
In aankhon ne jane kitna kehar sambhal rakha hai.
Kya chamak hai aankho me jaise ek choti si khush duniya ka sapna paal rakha hai.
Socha cheru thoda tumhe or thoda sata du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum nazneen **
Phir kuch tumhare galon k un khaddo ki gehrayi dekhi.
Na us se gehri koi khaayi dekhi.
Nazar htane wala tha k us muskan ne rok lia..
Muje aj sambhalne se pehle tere chehre nadan ne rok lia.
Jane tumhe ye sab kehna lagta hai khata kyu.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum dilnashi **
Vo choti si kali bindi jo thik maathe k me kahi hai.
Vo b har shayar ko kheench rahi hai.
Jaise muje kehti ** idhar aao tumhe kano k jhumko ka pta du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum dalkashi **
Ye phir thode uljhe thode suljhe baal hai.
Inki to ada hi bemisal Hai
Tumhe tang karte hai.
Manmarji chalate hai jaise tujse jung karte hai.
Chere pe aate hai tum unhe phir peeche karti.
Kabhi clip se kabhi rubber se kheenche rakhti **
Kabhi aaye chehre pe to shayad main b hta du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum koi kehkasha **
Or vo sone ki nath ko koi
kaise taal sakta hai.
Jise tumne apni teekhi si naak me daal rakha hai.
Or kuch batein in sab se pare hai.
Tera chutkan sa Gussa hai jane tu kaise handle kare hai.
Phir vo pyari si hasi vo sharm haya vo bachpana vo nadaniya.
Samjhdari vo nasamjhi
Vo adayein vo shaitaniya.
Or sambko tumne brabar rakha hai.
Jane ye hisab kaise lagakar rakha hai.
Kya kehna hai kya sunna hai kya bolna hai kya btana.
Kab ruthna hai kab manana hai kab satana hai kab jatana hai.
Teri har ek choti moti khoobiyon ne dil me aatank macha rakha hu.
Jane tune kitne salo se khud ko ishq se bacha rakha hai.
Jane mujme kab se or kyu ye thode guroor k lakshan aaye hai
K tuje suna sabne hai samjh sirf hum paaye hai.
Tum jaisa or koi mere aas paas ni hai.
Phir kaise manliya jaye tum aam ladki ** tum me kuch khas nahi hai.
Ha aj maine ek kadam apne beech ki sarhad se thoda bahar aaya.
Tumne apna hunar azmaya tha vo pic dalke use shayri bnake maine apna hunar aazmaya hai.
ye padhke tum socho k inam du is shayar ko ya koi saza du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum afreen **
Tum khoobsurat **
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
*Sara Jahan Mast
Jahan Ka Nizam Mast
Din Mast, Raat Mast, Sahar Mast, Shaam Mast
Mast Sheesha, Mast Suboo, Mast Jaam Mast
Hai Teri Chashm-e-Mast Se Har Khaas-o-Aam Mast*
**The world is intoxicated
The order of universe is intoxicated
The day is intoxicated; the night, the dawn and the evening are intoxicated
The glass is intoxicated, the goblet and the wine itself is intoxicated
Your enchanting eyes have made everything so intoxicated.**
— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
Na amiro ki basti mein rhta hu
Na hi gareebo ke aashiyane mein
Middle class ka hua
Middle mein rhta hu
Na pahali pankti ki pehali seat pr baithta hu
Na hi aakhar mein khada rhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Middle mein rhta hu
Na croro ka kabaar hai
Na hi gulabi note hazar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri jarurate saman hai
Na luxury car hai
Na nhi cycle apni bekar hai
Middle class ka hu
Auto,riksha, paddle chalna
Apne liye aam hai
Na meri girlfriends char hai
Na hi single rhna izzat ka swaal hai
Middle class ka hu
Apne yaar,dost shandaar hai
Na aasman chhuti imarto par likha apna naam hai
Na hi sadak kinare bitati apni shaam hai
Middle class ka hu
In dono ke beech
Kaat leta apni raat hu
Na videsh ghoomnta hu
Nahi sehar se bahar jaana muskil samjhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Apna desh pura ghoom lena bhi bahut samajhata hu
Na sir jhukane wale log hai
Na hi sir jhukane wale hum hai
Middle class ka hu
Sabko gale lagana hi
Apna dharam hai
Na hi ac mein kaam karta hu
Na hi dhoop mein pasina sukhata hu
Middle class ka hu
Pankhe ke niche apna kaam karta hu
Na suraksha karmi apne pass hai
Na hi sarir apna lachar hai
Middle class ka hu
Apni jaan ki raksha apne hath hai
Na chhapan pakwan banate apne maharaj hai
Na hi khaali pet sota apna pariwaar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri maa ke haath mein hi sara sawaad hai
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Me bhi tumhari tarah 1 aam insaan hu
Pareshaniya mene bhi dekhi hai, takleefe mene bhi sahi h
Kuch waqt k liye khud Ko kamzor bhi paya hai
Mera bhi man mushkilo ko dekhkar ghbraya hai,
Par inhi sab chizo se 1 tajurba paaya hai
Jisne Zindagi ko jeena ka 1 naya rang sikhaya hai
Sangharsh aur musibatein to jivan ka ek hissa hai
Aage bhi badna hai sangharsh bhi nahi krna hai ye to galat kissa hai
Sangharsh ke bina tajurba kaha se laoge
Aur tajurbe ke bina kya sikhoge aur sikhaoge
Ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe himmat dikhani hogi,
Apni kathinaiyo par apni asfaltao par tumko Vijay Pani hogi
Apne irado ko or majbut banana hoga
Kuch karna hai kuch karna hai in jazbato ko dil me utarna hoga
Ye zindagi ki ladai hai tumhe khud hi ladni hogi
Apni kamiyo ko taqat banane ki kala tumhe sikhni hogi
Tum chaho to duniya jeet skte **
Apne har sapne ko haqueeqat me badal skte ** !!! :)
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
Pyar me ek ldki ki khwahish apne partner se... Ldke thoda samjhe...meri feelings in kuch lines K jariy...
Ladkiyan krti hai pyar dil-o-jaan Se..
Ldkiyan nibhati h riste ko bade aaram se...
Ladkiyan sanjoti hai apni khwahishe ko seese ki kaanch me....
Bikhrte hai wo khwahishe riste ke naam pe...
Ladkiyan nahi karti apni khusiyo ki parwah relationship me....
Isiliy bali cadhti hai unki khusiyo ki sare aam pyar ke naam pe...
Ladkiyan sab karti hai rista nibhane ko....
Par.... Par..
Gaur kriyga unki ldko se expectations v/s reality...
Ladki Cahti hai ldke ka pyar...
Ushe milta h bus ldke ka gussa yrr...
Ldki cahti hai ldke ka waqt...
Ushe milta hai bus intezaar...
Ldki cahti hai ldke ki understanding...
Milta h ushe bus misunderstanding...
Ldki cahti hai unka trust...
Milta kya hai frustration ke balloon ka brust...
Ldki cahti hai bus apka sath...
Aur app krte ** unke har khwahiso ka kaam tamam...
Kaam Tamam..
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
*for my friend, the artist,
Ayesha Joy Burkey*
the answer simplest,
is there any other way?
we paint, fashion jewelry,
even human beings,
for and from
wire, stone, DNA,
and paint
our harshest critics,
ourselves,
always we busy saying,
not good enough
so South Dakota,
breathe release,
let one whom,
you have never
in flesh seen,
see you through
the ten plagues,
to a promised
answer~land
long have I searched for my
flawless poem,
knowing it my be
my next one,
each a doorway
to the next
this one,
and the
one before,
never good enough,
keep the essay going,
in fourth gear
so South Dakota,
in hot springs,
salve and be saved,
rapid city breaths exhaled,
in Jerusalem,
see the deal sealed
breathe release,
read out loud,
for hereby,
and nearby,
your voice must join me,
in this semi-silent
collaboration to make
this solo poem
into a
partnered painting
all yours,
your very own
can't you believe,
the mere question
you posing,
within,
the answer,
reposing...
The creation act,
frailties fraught,
what we design,
never good enough
but we paint on,
for the paint,
when eyes embraced,
says
*a piece of my grief
herein encapsulated,
and so on and on,
to the next,
thus it's entirety
lessened,
one step closer
to diminished
you, grief painter
right hand cunning,
me, grief writer,
lest we forget,
through our art,
that even if our
words fail
our tongue, the ears,
to comprehend,
to communicate,
to convey,
but the eyes
they,
cannot be denied,
eyes,
that have gazed upon your
painting prayer
Of course you heal,
tikun (repair) of your world,
in every brush stroke,
you answer,
sufficient,
dayenu,
and then you
Restless Painter,
ask again, and answer,
af p'aam lo maspiq,
never good enough,
and I say it once more:
can't you believe
the mere question
posing,
within, the answer,
reposing...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*"Two small paintings are part of a number
I did as an assignment
when I went to stay with my son.
One of his OCD symptoms
is seen in a difficulty to get through doorways.
When I showed the collection of work
to my teacher she said
"do you realize you are painting open doorways?"
And indeed, the motif was there
whether abstract or realist.
Can one heal a child through paintings?
Or one's grief at being helpless to change things?"*
A.J. Burkey
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
_Bas hame malum naa tha
kisi ke sath pane ki
khawahish bhi na thi
kisi se bicharne ka gam v nahi tha
To kya tha jo tha
bas hame malum naa tha.
Jane anjane me hua tha hame v kuch kabhi
The bekhabar hm bhi
Khudse hii khabar the
Til Til se sanjoya tha khaboo ka v mahal kabhi hhmne
Tut gaye sare khawb par til v na dikhi
Khawbo ki atishbaji dil me iss qudar ** rhi thi
Jaise khuli aashaman me tare nazae aane lage the
Uss hasin shaam ko main
Dulhan ki tarah saji uss saksh e oo aam ka main
Talab e intazar kar rhi thi
Par wo nahi aaya
Wo pal tham si gyi
Meri sanse ruk hii gye
Mano
Bin mausam ki bijliya barasne lage
Aachank tufan sa utne laga
Mere dil ke har kone me
Brishsh v hui khuli ragistan m
yado ka silsila mitne laga
kuch is quadar jaise
Reet pani me tairne lagi
Bas hame malum naa tha._
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
Hum to yun aam hai, pur naaz hotey
Warna ap par bhi asar andaz hotey
Tere saaz se kaha mili hai meri awaaz
Phir tere asraar ke humraaz hotey
Dikhatey hum manatey hai yaaru ko kaise
Kabhi aa.kar wo hum se to naraaz hotey
Is Ishq me daikhey hain jo Qatal gah bhi
Kaash us inteha ke hum aghaaz hotey
Is bey-jaan shayiri se wo ro padi Sharafat
Shayir na hotey, kam az kam jaanbaz hotey
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
sitting in class, perfectly silent, makes my teacher ask "are you sick, autumn?"
but you see mr. teacher you would not care even if i was. My mind said only deep to the bone, but you thought my normal obnoxiousness was normal for me. Yet this quietness inside me has been wanting to break out for oh so long and now it has. why must you believe i am the wau"i" am?
why couldn't you look deeper to find the real me?
i am not silent, nor am i what you all believe me to be.
so stop assuming i will do what oyu say,
so stop believeing i will say this not that,
so stop insulting me because your insults are so ridiculous you have no idea,
your insults don't even compare to me because you don't know me,
so i beg of you to please just stop.
so i beg of you to please just keep on going as if nothing will make a differnecr when im gone.
i beg of you to stop defending me.
i beg of you to stop saying i impressed you with my being quiet when thats who i aam, i beg of you to stop being so danm ignoraant.
i beg of you to open your eyes.
for thats all i want.
open your eyes, and seee that i am me and you are you,
and that that's
what it simply
is.
so
i
beg
of
you
to
p
l
e
a
s
e
open
your
EYES
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Kirsteen closed the door
of the toilet
and puked in the bowl,
voices outside the cubicle,
patients to and fro,
hospital cleaners
or domestics wanting to clean,
she knelt over the bowl
fingers down her throat,
someone in the next cubicle said
whit ur ye daein'?
Kirsteen said nothing,
her throat was sore,
her eyes watery,
her tongue acidy,
ur ye nae weel?
the voice said,
O, shut yer gob,
Kirsteen said,
fingers by her mouth,
eyes peering at the divide,
min' yer business,
the voice said nothing more,
a chain went
and a flush
and the door opened
and feet walked away,
Kirsteen sat on her haunches,
held the bowl,
dribble on her fingers
and sick in the bowl rose,
an image of her mother
seemed over her
thin shoulder,
ur ye bein' boak again?
her mother's voice said,
Kirsteen stared
at the facing wall,
the top was white
with a silvery handle,
she gazed at her,
her mother's face
appeared opposite,
thin drawn,
I'll tan yer backside
if ye boak again
her mother said,
smells rose,
Kirsteen puked
in the bowl once more,
a voice came
and banged on the door,
Kirsteen open up,
it's Nurse Kerr,
ur ye makin' yerself
boak again?
nae, aam nae,
Kirsteen said,
a darkness came,
a swallowing up
inside her head.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Ah guess ye want
tae see Hannah?
Mrs Scot said
yes if I can
I said
she stood at her door
like a fierce dog
guess ye can
she said unsmiling
and moved to let me pass
HANNAH
she bellowed
THE BOY'S HAUR
I stood in the passage
looking at her in hair curlers
and a cigarette clamped
at the side of her mouth
be it suin aam
in th' lavvy
Hannah said
she's in th' bog
Mrs Scot said
I nodded and stood
as she walked past me
into the kitchen
there was a smell
of boiled cabbage
filtering towards me
the toilet door opened
and Hannah came out
sorry about that
she said
let's go in my room
out of Mum's way
so I followed her
into her bedroom
and she shut the door
she's in a mood
Hannah said
Dad's been winding her up
before he went to work
now I have the full out
sit down on the bed
she added
so I sat on her bed
and she sat beside me
won't your mum mind me
sitting on the bed?
probably but if she
comes in we'll just get off
and smile at her
as if we'd forgotten
Hannah said
I listened out
for her mother's footsteps
want to kiss me?
Hannah said
I hadn't thought about it
even after she mentioned it
the other day
did you want me to?
I said
do you want to?
she said
I looked at her
she was gazing
at me expectantly
I've not kissed a girl before
I said
(although Fay and I
had kissed but that
was different and she
had gone off with
her mother now)
it's easy you just kiss
Hannah said
I sat looking at her
waiting for something
to happen
like this
she said
and kissed me on the lips
I held my breath
sensing her lips on mine
and not sure if
I was allowed
to breathe or not
she moved away a little
and stared at me
like that?
she said
I nodded
was it good?
I nodded my head
and yes it was
I said
taking a deep breath
in case she kissed
me again
I hesitated
and then moved forward
and kissed her cheek
then moved away
she smiled and just
as she was about
to kiss me once more
a voice said
whit ur ye daein'?
sharply through the door.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
This is where we met,
said Lindsay, this cafe,
Kirsteen over by that
window seat, eyes down,
holding a cup of coffee,
thin fingers around it,
I eyed her, at first sight
I was drawn to her, aam
Lindsay fa ur ye? I said
sitting beside her, she
raised her head and stared
at me, what's it tae ye?
she said, I gazed at her
not giving in, ye swatch
nae weel, I said, buck aff,
she said, her eyes focused
on me, I liked her even more,
her eyes , her features, the way
she sat fiery, hoo abit comin'
haem wi' me fur a bite tae eat?
she stared at me, her eyes wild,
yet softening, what's in it fur ye?
she said, I've a braw scratcher,
I said, a bed? she said, I nodded,
she smiled, so I took her home
to my place and we ate and drank
and made love, and been together
ever since, that day to this, ***
passion and of course the kiss.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Benny walked
to Hannah's flat
and her mother
answered the door
(her mother was a Scot)
and stared at him
och it's ye
she said
best come in
HANNAH
the wee boy's haur
Benny followed her
along the passage
and she settled him
in the lounge
giving him her look
(which would have
brought fear
to a brave grenadier)
Hannah came
into the lounge
got behind
she said
all like a cat's tail
where we going?
Benny suggested
a trip to Jail Park
to ride the swings
and slide
want to go to
an art gallery
she said
see some art not
ride swings or slide
Benny nodded his head
and said
ok and talked
of where his old man
used to take him
in the West End
to see art
just going
to tell Mum
she said
and walked
to the kitchen
where her mother
was doing washing
in the copper
gang whaur?
her mother said
I’ve nae bunsens
just bus fare
Hannah said
the art gallery's free
her mother opened
her purse
(moths flew out
Hannah later said)
and placed a few coins
in Hannah's palm
aam nae payin'
fur heem
she said
hard faced
Hannah said
that's fine
and off they went
out of the flat
down the slope
to get a bus
to Trafalgar Square
and look at
the art in
a gallery there
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
Kersteen locks
the hospital
toilet door
sits on the seat.
She's escaped
from the ward
has bought
chocolate bars
with money
she liberated
from her mother's purse
when her mother visited
her earlier that day.
Fit loch noo?
her mother said.
Aam still nae weel
Kersteen replied.
She eats
the chocolate bars
as quick as she can
then waits
and sticks two fingers
down her throat
to make her puke.
A bang on the door
ur ye in thaur
Kersteen?
a nurse says.
Kersteen
leans over
the bowl
wipes her mouth
with the sleeve
of her dressing gown.
Aam oan th' cludgie
she says
willnae be lang.
Whit ur ye daein?
na makin' yerself
boak again Ah hiner
the nurse says.
Nae ay coorse nae
Kersteen replies
swallowing puke
and spiting out lies.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
The girl entered
your small flat
and looked around.
She looked tired
and too thin.
What's yer nam?
you asked her.
Kersteen
she replied
what's yoors?
She looked at you
with her tired eyes.
Lindsay
you said.
Aam feckin' wabbit
she said
can Ah sleep
some place?
You smiled
ay coorse.
You showed her
the bedroom
and the double bed.
She kicked off
her thin soled shoes
and lay on the bed
and closed her eyes.
You left her there
and made a coffee
and sat watching TV
wondering how long
she'd stay
if she would stay.
You sipped
your coffee
and lay on the sofa
wishing she was there
beside you
snuggled up close
her red curly hair
against your breast
her head softly at rest.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Whit ur ye daein?
your mother said
outside the lavvy.
Daein
mah business
you said
leaning over
the lavvy bowl
wiping your mouth
with the back
of your hand.
If yoo're makin'
yooself boak again
I'll tan yer erse
your mother said
moodily.
Aam nae
jist normal mince
you replied
leaning back
on your heels
looking at
the lavvyseat
yellowing
at the rim.
Ye best nae be
haverin' tae me
she said.
She walked off.
You sensed
the acid
in your mouth.
Your head
felt hot.
You got up
and wiped
your mouth
with toilet tissue
and threw it
in the bowl.
You pulled
the chain
water flushed.
You breathed in
the dank air
stench of puke
and *****
lingered there.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
Hello world, I am a dusty flower
among ****** pebbles
gathered on the road which
no one can see us
even though we do not hide
Hello world, I am that kid
who weeps when a bombshell happens
instead of a hanky that I get
They bestow me such beautiful fiery bullets
right on both of these eyes
what a lucky me
My tears are stopped
Then, I will never weep again
Helelleow
Hello woorld
Hello world, I am that kid
who always summon
God's name in every single I take
a sharply gravel and throw it into the sky
not even one-minute passes
God answers me already
and He tells me
Son, you don't need to summon me anymore!
How lucky I am, all I need is just one gravel
then I can meet Him in Behest
H e ll o, woo rrl dd
Hello, world
I am that kid
who until now
cannot understand
are we even living on the same earth?
once I've heard about the other kids
on another side of this earth
when the sun slowly disappear
their mothers look for them and take them home
enough for playing!
Their mothers say
I kn ee ww
Ikh
Ikne
I knew,
I knew this world already knew
that, I am that kid
who does not have a mother
nor home
Yet has the world known?
that I also don't have the sun
Because
All of my days sense cold, as an endless snowstorm
Because
All of my days look dark, as a hole embedded in my mother's head
Because
The sun is just for them, who guarded by fully armed soldiers
Be caaus e
He ee ll o wo oo rlll d
a rre yo uu st ii ll t h eerr ee ?
He llo wor ll d, I aam thha t kiii dd
wh oo stil ll ha s g uts to sp e eak up
yet th e y cut of f my th roa t
Hel lo ww oor lld…
I AA M THA
II AAM THAAT K
HEELL OO WO RRLL DD ?? !
HELL ..!
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC