"arth" poems
MAI BAHV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI
JO BIKE SADDA HI BIN TOLE
TANHAI HU HAR US KHAT KI JO
JO PADHA GYA HAI BIN KHOLE
HAR AANSU KO HAR PATTHAR TAK
PAHUNCHANE KI LACHAR HUK
MAI SAHAJ ARTH UN SABDO KA
JO SUNE GYE HAI BIN BOLE
JO KABI NAHI BARSA KHUL KAR
HAR US BADA L KA PANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KIA RAM KAHANI HU
MAI BHAV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI.
............
KI JINKE SAPNO KE TAJ MAHAL
BAN NE SE PAHLE TUT GAYE
JI HAATHO ME DO HAATH KABHI
AANE SE PAHLE CHUT GYE
DHARTI PAR JINKE KHONE AUR
PAANE KI AJAB KAHANI HAI
KISHMAT KI DEVI MAAN GYE
PAR PRANAY DEVETA RUTH GYE
MAI MAILI CHADAR WALE US
KABIRA KI AMRIT VANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KKI RAM KAHANI HU
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI SEEKHA HU
APNE JAKHMO KO KHUDSEE KAR
KUCH JAAN GYE MAI HASHTA HU
BHEETAR BHEETAR ANSU PEEKAR
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI HU VIRODH SE
UPJI EK KHUDAAR VIJAY
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI MARTA HU
KHUD ME JEEKAR KHUD ME MARKAR
LEKIN MAI HAR CHATURI KI
SOCHI SAMJHI NADANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KI RAM KAHANI HU...
WRITTEN BY :::::: SHASHANK KUMAR DWIVEDI
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
Mai bhav suchi un bhavo ki
jo bike sada hi bin tole
Tanhai hu har us khat ki
jo padha gya h bin khole..
Har aanshu ko har patthar tak
pahuchane ki laachar huk
Mai sahaj arth un sabdo ka
jo sune gye h bin bole..
Jo kabhi nahi barsha khul kar
har uss badal ka paani hu
Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye
Sita ki Ram kahani hu..
Ki jinke sapno ke Taj -Mahal
ban ne se pahle tut gaye
Jin haatho me do haath kabhi
aane se pahle chut gaye
Dharti par jinke khone aur
paane ki ajab kahani h
Kishmat ki devi maan gye
par pranay devta ruth gaye..
Mai maili chadar wale uss
Kabira ki amrit vaani hu
Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye
Sita ki raam kahani hu..
Kuch kahte hai mai sikha hu
apne jakhmo ko khud see kar
Kuch jaan gaye mai hashta hu
bhitar bhitar aanshu peekar..
Kuch kahte hai mai virodh se
uppji ek khuddar vijay
Kuch kahte hai mai marta hu
khud me jeekar khud me markar..
Leekin mai har chaturai ki
sochi samjhi naadani hu
Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye
Sita ki Ram kahani hu
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Jo wahan hai wo yahan hai
Jo yahan hai wo wahan hai
Par-e-dil gumshuda
Na Jane kahan hai
Ek chota sa to ye jahan hai
Hum to isse bhi bant chale
Dil to ek chota sa makam hai
A us ***** ko bhi sath le chalein
Jispe uska kudha mehrban hai
Ye to ek aeine ki zaban hai
Jane teri ankhein kahan hai
apne ko hi kyu karta hai khafa
Tujse zada insan to asman hai
Koi lakeer zisko na bant sake
Usse bant diya tune jahan hai
ab to diwaron me hi tu fanaa hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
rok na sake koi usse
jisko khaboien ki panaa hai
Jo pyar me bana hai
lakeeron ke uss par bhi to ek sapna hai
udhar bhi to koi shayad apna hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
ye jo rasta tumne chuna hai
akele pad jaoge tum beete kal
ye jo hai tumhari addat
ki ab to ibadat bhi gunha hai
kya tumne kabhi dheere se suna hai
wo ek muskaan ki shararat
jiska arth bhi tumko mana hai
dekh le us fakeer ki nazakat
jo tere mere khoon ki milawat
us lakeer ki ahat pe kurban hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
Barsat ki Ek raat dil ne dimag se pucha, jo Badal raha wo 'waqt' hai?
waqt to Aaj bhi waisa he hai bachpan me jaisa hota tha wohi savera wahi sham Or baki cheeje tamam
Par tab naa bhigne se lagta tha darr or naa sardi jukam,
or wo pani ki shrarate tamam
Jinki Yaad bhar se aa jati hai hothon pe muskan
par ab aisa kya hua jivan ki iss Dagar me
kahan bhatak gaya in jhuthe rit riwazo me
Kaise jivan ke Arth badalte gaye
Kyo ek funny poem likhne wale
Emotional likhne pe majboor ** gaye
Hawa k jharoko se kashti hilti gayi
waqt k sath mein tau badlta gaya
aur yeh zindagi chalti rahi
pal pal nayi hasratein
har pal naye khwab bunti gayi
aur yeh zindagi chalti gayi
raah mein manzar tau bahut aaye
bulate rahe mujhe mere saaye
mein tau ek pal ko ruk sa gaya
par yeh zindagi chalti gayi
yaadon k saaye mein zinda *** abhi
lagta hai tham sa gay *** mein kahin
par zindagi bewafa sanam si nikli
mein tau ruka reh gaya aur yeh chalti gayi
jindagi har pal apne arth badalti rahi
ham hanste rahe chahhe rote rahe
par woh apni rafataar se bas behati rahi
kabhi ban ke sawal ,kabhi ban ke utar
woh hame har mod per milti rahi
ham tutate rahe, bikharate rahe
fir khud hi gir ke sambhalte rahe
aur jindagi yun hi jalti bhujhati rahi
gum mile kuch is tarah ki gum hi gum na lage
khushiyuon ki baat bhi hame gum ban ke milti rahi
kya kare kisi se shikva, kya kare kisi se shikayat
apne hi jab todate rahe......
toh saans meri har pal ghutati rahi
bas jindagi yuh hi chalti rahi
har pal apne arth badalati rahi
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
The power of evil is rapturous...
...heaven here on Earth,
freedom;
finally freedom.
Animal has escaped
The Garden... *
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
.
•unchain me from unrest•
shovel me out of the dirt•
une- arth
my conge- sted chest•
let my secrets blurt•
let them
spill.....•
just for
the wor-
ld to see
•..string
me up...
..against
my will
•harvest
the fruits
of the bi-
tter tree•
let eyes
see what
will show
•...let feet
be caught
in stubbo-
rn mud...•
let prying minds be baffled.....by
what they would come to know
•...let wanting hearts choke...on
the dirges of my stale blood....•
now dig me up quickly•'cause
it's been far too long..... and i
have been readied•exhume
all of me completely•for
no longer should i
remain as........
buried•
.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
S
o when I die, burry me inside the deepest of graves
farther than six-feet-under, because if I’m that close
I won’t behave. I’m too close to him, through the earth
I feel his sins, and they keep me alive until
T
omorrow. When the quiet life subsides, there’s no blue
left in the sky, and the life we thought we lived was just
a happy little lie. **** affection, I don’t need it, all my
lies will supercede it, and I don’t need some therapist
O
ver-analyzing my thoughts, because I’m already dead.
Love was just a word we made up to feel better about
the holes in our shoes and the ones in our hearts, and
maybe I’m not over him, but I’m over the thought of him
R
eaching out and grabbing my hands, he’s a boy, not
a man, and he’s too afraid to whisper ‘I love you, too’
because he’s too busy trying on a new pair of running
shoes, and I know he won’t ever love me, even though
G
od and him both tell me to wait and see, and I know he
won’t stay, even though he swears he’s anchored to me
and I know when the sun sets, he’ll be nowhere to be found
just burry me at least seven feet under the ground, ‘cause the
E
arth will love me more than him, and the frigid temperatures
will remind me where I am, and the sun will bleed down promises
(not so empty this time), and my corpse will be the breeding
ground for new life. I don’t love him, but I’m glad he killed me…
I always wanted to be a flower.
Now I get to be a whole bed of them.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
Oh, Prue she has a patient man,
And Joan a gentle lover,
And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,—
But my true love’s a rover!
Mig, her man’s as good as cheese
And honest as a briar,
Sue tells her love what he’s thinking of,—
But my dear lad’s a liar!
Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha
Are thick with Mig and Joan!
They bite their threads and shake their heads
And gnaw my name like a bone;
And Prue says, “Mine’s a patient man,
As never snaps me up,”
And Agatha, “Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,
Could live content in a cup,”
Sue’s man’s mind is like good jell—
All one color, and clear—
And Mig’s no call to think at all
What’s to come next year,
While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,
That’s troubled with that and this;—
But they all would give the life they live
For a look from the man I kiss!
Cold he slants his eyes about,
And few enough’s his choice,—
Though he’d slip me clean for a nun, or a queen,
Or a beggar with knots in her voice,—
And Agatha will turn awake
While her good man sleeps sound,
And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue
Will hear the clock strike round,
For Prue she has a patient man,
As asks not when or why,
And Mig and Sue have naught to do
But peep who’s passing by,
Joan is paired with a putterer
That bastes and tastes and salts,
And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,—
But my true love is false!
2k
a balmy sweet day
the company of palms
caught the rays
with a
sway
blue hues
sliced evenly
through the green fan
Bahama breezes
brought blooming
bitd of paradise
dreams
dreams of footprints
on wet shore
DREAMS
of loving passion
forlorn
~~~ but ~~~
a little more time
a little more time
breezes sigh
pick up
become
WIND
sea begins to chop
sands to sing
air soughs through
the fronds of the
satin spikes
and the entire tree
begins to
SWAY
a dance awed
by forest nymphs
so potent and
courageous
~ yet ~
delicate and fragile
the spiked heads
of the palms
show a
frenzied nod
then a
shake
then they
/// BOW \\\
clouds glower
on the
horizontal lines
the joins of
sea and sky
rain begins to beat
tattoos
in the sands
the congregation of palms
are now bending low
touching their
foreheads
to the
singing beaches
like the devout
in a
mosque
they
bend
like reeds
but have a root
that touches the
inner sanctuary
of the
((( €ARTH )))
nothing will uproot
them from
her
(((♥HEART♥)))
with eyes closed
they go back
to being
TALL
and
PROUD
with teeth clutched
they know even
~ this ~
soon
will
>>> PASS <<<
(C) dajena m
(C) soulsurvivor
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
S he will forget the
U nwelcomed pain and
I nevitably welcome the
C omfort
I t offers
D ecline
E verything that hurts
A nd remember only the
N ice
D reams she had before she
R ests
E ternally and
G ratefully in the comforts of her
R emains on
E arth.
T his day doesn't end without a good bye.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
I saw you
(a)s a vision
of purity
that
does (n)ot
belon(g) on
this (E)arth
a(l)one
but also
the universe
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
*i wish i could ******** like a stephen king once in a while, but then my imagination sometimes gets a kick in the **** from delusional thinking, this the antidote to "a lack of imagination," this the artistic equivalence to a magician's trick, the illusionary works of sawing a woman in half; the many times i spilled some whisky on it... it happens... it happens so automatically that it's sometimes terrifying; now to find that cognitive anchor... ah, here it is: i.*
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
"R adiance of a mullbery moon,
O palescent splendiferous hues
S tars sprinkle on high upon
E arth's eternally dewy roof."
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
29th/Nov/2018.
#musing at the rose flower.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
tears are
heaving down on
us, a
never-ending
depression that the
earth experiences; a
rapid
sorrow
that eats up and lets
out a shattering
remorse filled with deep
malevolence
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
<3 <3 <3
L-ove of my life
I-s a
S-ong
T-hat plays on in my
E-ars and head, without end
N-othing else is
H-eard...or felt
E-xcept that sound....its fragrant
A-ir...moist with mist...a caress on my face,
R-enewing my strength, with its
T-unes, so sweet.........this song,
I-nsists...it wants me to feel its energy...a
T-ender touch on my
S-kin, that clothes my whole being...like a
V-estment...with warmth reassuring...that of an
A-ngel.....with a haloed collar, bright...to guide, to
L-ight my way...my view...my heart, here on
E-arth...each day..........don't fail me, my love, i am
N-eeding...when you are nowhere...but when we're
T-ogether.....nothing, no one else exists between us...for
I-n the space within your arms...i am home
N-urtured...by your
E-ndless flow of verses....i am cuddled...i am
S-hielded..........in my dreams, you have no
D-eath...and so, i, too, have no death...i am kept
A-live........undying........sustained by
Y-our breaths of love, through your poetry <3
Sally
Copyright February 13, 2018
rrab
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!!!
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
Trying to find a way, to
Retreat from this world i call
A home. Stuck with no source of
Peace to clear my mind, all this
Pain has me chained to the
Earth. I'm forever here,
****** to this earthly existence...
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Ready to live---
Every day's a new beginning, a new
Start to life.
Time begins again &
I'm ready to live
Now come with me &
Peace can live too & the
Earth can live too
And we will take
Care of her for
Eternity!
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 12:26 PM UTC
Mausam bsh aate jata h
Kbhi khusiyon ki bahaar lata h
to kabhi aanshuon ka sehelab
Kbhi mithi si muskaan
To kbhi udasiyon ka toofan
Jo saari khusiyon ko apne saath bha kr le jata h
Mausam to bsh bdlne ka naam hota h
Wo kbhi v smaan nhi rhta
Qki esh jagat ka ek maatr sch h bdlaao
Chahe wo bdlaao mausam ka ** waqt ka ** haalat ka ** taqdeer ka ** ya fir khudh insaan ka
Jese sardi k waqt kmbl ki garmi ka jarurat hota h
pr garmi K waqt wo jarurat bdl jata h
Tik wese hi insaano k mijaj m bdlaao aata h or unki soch m v
Jo waqt K saath nhi bdlte wo piche hi rh jaate h
Kehene ka arth bsh etna h badlaao zindagi ka mull aadhar h
Or mausam v usse pre nhi h
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
Venial she is in all different matters,
Where her verge is golden plastered to flatter thine human senses.
Veteran of suspenses,
Unnacustomed to kindness of words?
Believer in verbs?
Unavoidable to any common sensed man!!!
Knowledge giver beyond delinquents,
A true player of cants and cans,
Lover of strict demand!!!
Desirer to shake hands.
What unbalanced link canth I connect?
Is thy heart still wrecked for not having as thou needs?
From always having to bleed?
For you die another day!!!!
Put your fashions on display, for God's your only judge, you actress you!!!!
Substantial,
Your heart burnt sleeves are worn where the pain is scorn and qualm,
Where darkened sky's are the fringed and never blue,
Hybrid of god and man, for thou ways are noticed globally!!
Vocally you sound a hummingbird so high,
Harsh to thine self, best to everyone else,
You adventurer for troublesome ride!!!!!!
Tabby's cannot compete your wild child,
Where being stable is praised!!
Stadiums arth waiting your eyes to be impressed by you're plentified fruitful garden....
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC