"aiga" poems
Kabhe toh voh din bhe aiga
Jab sab kuch guzar jaiga
Jab hum na akhae khole ge
Na toh kuch bolege
Voh din jald he aiga
Us din ka intezaar kabse hai
Zindagi mai kuch naya paane ka intezaar kabse hai
Voh din jab aiga
Har koi saath ** jaiga
Roh kar shayad ek he baath bataiga
Ke voh mere kitne paas the
Ke voh mere kitne khaas the
Shayad sabke akho mai aasu honge
Shayad sabke yaado me mai
Shayad koi roh raha hoga
Zindagi mai kuch kho raha hoga
Har ek jo merai paas the
Aaj voh ek ahsaas hai
Jo bhe merai khaas the
Voh dil mai merai paas hai
Jab tum roh rahe hoge
Dukh mai kho rahe hoge
Toh tumko dekh kar mai muskuraoge
Dil mai chupe gam ko chupaoge
Aur ek he baath kah kar jaoge
YEH WAQT BHE JALD HE GUZAR JAIGA
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
Mi maestra es espectacular.
Aprendio espanol por
mi porque no la iva entender
ni ella ami.Para mi a sido muy dificil
aver aprendido ingles.Y ella es todo lo
contrario.Imaginense si o no es dificil aprender
ingles y saber spanol al mismo
tiempo y lo se porque yo estoy
sufriendo eso.
Miento cual sufrir para mi
es lo mejor que me aiga pasado en mi vida.
Por eso aprecio tanto a mi maestra porque
es la mejor en el mundo.
GRACIAS POR SER LA MEJOR MAESTRA DEL MUNDO. (:
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
I met death tonight
he sat down by my side
we watch and prayed, in silent, mourn
over my father as he lied
Bells and voices barely heard
over the oxygen... silent breaths
I wondered to myself, alone
would he take his final rest
Hours passed in retrospect
I remembered through my life
a violent man, he lived in rage
a hard life so filled with strife
He laid there, life, still hanging on
as the fates met, rolled the dice
I would not know what they had read
but the room was cold as ice
Death turned his head and looked at me
said that all would be forgiven
but before Dad left this worldly coil
I'd have to release my hate, so driven
No matter what this man had done
I was his blood, his bone, his "Sire"
what kept him here was guilt, unsaid
and my heart so hard, on fire
As tears ran down my face and cheeks
I saw a light upon Dad's head
I swear I saw an angel's hand
...my heart filled full of dread
I looked upon the angel's eyes
I cried from my soul, so deep
I begged him for another chance
another day for Him, to keep
I spoke out loud, so my dad could hear
that I understood his pain, his torment
not a man of words, so proud, he was
tread a path so dark, abhorrent
It's then I saw in my father's eyes
as he looked deep in my soul
I felt his grief, his embarrassment
how he had lived his life so bold
Time stood still as we conversed
although not a word was said
then Death ahem'd, and said farewell
I could watch (And wait), in lieu, his stead
All through the night I prayed alone
that we both could have one more chance
to mend our broken "Aiga"
rebuild our familial anse
Before I knew... the morn had broke
the **** had crowed the day
we had missed his final slumber
but for long I could not say
I stood up tall and leaned his way
and kissed him upon his cheek
the hate had left us both... the same
so spent we could not weep
An Awakening © 12/07/2017 Roberto Carlos
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC