"asha" poems
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )
She dances
upon her tippy toes
upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room
to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.
"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.
Asha sings to us
and we...dance!
Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.
We dance upon it.
Summer gasps
holds its breath.
There is nothing but
the music....and us!
She is all
of three
screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"
"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.
The record screeches
and scratches ...ouch...off!
I cut cucumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.
Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.
But when Mum
goes to answer the phone
it's her best chum
she will be hours
we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.
The return of. . .
"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
“It’s a Girl.” They said,
Destined to go to her ‘own’ home one day,
As if she is born into a strangers home.
Marriage has its own time,
Why make her birth seem like a crime?
Do give her the unconditional love but don’t consider her a bad luck.
“Who will bring forward the family name? She will bring only a shame”, they said
Destined to go to her ‘own’ home one day,
As if she is born into a strangers home.
If that were the case,
Ashamed are parents who gave birth to,
Kalpana Chawla, Asha Roy, Arundhati Battacharya and many more.
Worried about the family name?
Bring her out of the shallow box,
Filled with your narrow thoughts,
Help her reach her full potential,
Then watch the family name gain credentials.
“Do what he tells you to.” They said,
That is your house,
He is your everything.
From her, kings are born,
From her, woman is born,
Without her, there would be nobody at all,
So why then do we make her a slave?
Likes, shares, tweets and re-tweets can only do so much…
Empower your thoughts and not just the woman,
Teach your son to respect the girls,
Allow your daughters to reach their passion,
Then watch the empowerment take action.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
*Ek dost Tha Mera
Rehta Tha dur sheher me
Aata Tha kabhi kabar
Dher saare khushiyaan lekar
Din ya raat ** hasna muskurana,
Kabhi Kam na hota tha..
Jab bhi aata Tha
Har Roz milta Tha
Bohot der tak rukne ko taiyyar tha
Kabhi bola nahi-
K nahi yaar, aaj nahi.
Din badal Gaye mahine me,
Aur mujhe degaya har khushi
Jo kabhi mile na the!
Par ek din aisa bhi aaya,
Jab wo ghar Chala Gaya
Aur wapas kab aayega
Pata na tha..
Din, mahine bidte gaye
Par Akhon me asha kabhi na miti!
Usey bol to nahi payi
K dost kabhi to aa..
Ab har din naye dost banati hu
Hasti hu, khilkhilati hu,
Khush rehne ki koshish karti hu.
Din ya raat bahar rehti hu
Is umeed me k har Hawa me kabhi
Tu mil Jaye mujhe
Aur har din
Tere yaad me guzar leti hu..
Kabhi to aayega tu..
Din mahine saal
Shayed beet Jaye..
Kabhi to aayega tu..*
English translation-
*I had a friend,
Who stayed in another city,
Used to visit me every other day,
Bringing loads of happiness altogether
Without any shortage of Smiles or laughter.
Whenever he was here,
Everyday he used to meet me
Was ready to wait for me long
Never said, no today I can't.
Days passes by
And months too
And he gave me all happiness
And everyday seemed like a festival
Which I never had a chance to live!
But there came a day
When he had to return back home
Never knew when he would be back!
Days passed by
and months too.
But in my eyes,
Hopes never extinguished,
Never ever had I said
That friend- come back soon.
Everyday I make new friends
I smile, I laugh out loud.
I try to be happy
each and every day.
Day or night, I stay out
In the hopes of life
that the winds would
bring me closer to you.
And everyday I live
in the memories of you
May be someday
I would see you,
Days, months, years
Might pass by too,
May be someday..
Someday you will be back too..*
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
I praise Thee, God, whose rays upstart beneath the Bright
and Morning Star:
Nowit asali fardh salat assobhi allahu akbar.
I praise Thee, God, the fierce and swart; at noon Thou ridest
forth to war!
Nowit asali fardh salat assohri allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose arrows dart their royal radiance
o'er the scar:
Nowit asali fardh salat asasri allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose fires depart, who drivest down the
sky thy car:
Nowit asali fardh salat al maghrab allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose purple heart is hidden in the abyss
afar:
Nowit asali fardh salat al asha allahu akabr.
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THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )
She dances
upon her tippy toes
upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room
to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.
"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.
Asha sings to us
and we...dance!
Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.
We dance upon it.
Summer gasps
holds its breath.
There is nothing but
the music....and us!
She is all
of three
screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"
"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.
The record screechs
and scratches ...ouch...off!
I cut cuecumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.
Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.
But when Mum
goes to answer the phone
it's her best chum
she will be hours
we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.
The return of. . .
"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
let me structure you first:
there, now, ready, fly my owl
granting vision logic,
guiding thoughtform fair.
what softness in the earth gives way
to waterway, what forceful gust of air
to final quench of earthy thirst...
such unseen pyschomancy dusts
the wing-stroke of your flight,
and weathers well my musing trust;
you see with ancient zero eye,
and die to my dull interpret edge;
like a certain volcano jumper's
ox of oats and honey you
coat the stone of time to
symbolize my rhyme. hold,
softer, still, i do not need to cut
or pluck or forge with harshness --
your shrill screeching from the cage
of lines here summons more
than Athene's gavel ever forced.
otherwise than writing, you wait...
cradled darkly, unknown priorlife
of avadhuta colors mixing in,
of whalesong faintly felt
like stegosaurus moans,
like city-ships to overreach and then to rot,
forgotten tattva vidya shastra
forgotten sukha,
Megbe, Tirawa, Awen, Asha, Ichor...
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
Yasna 28, Verse 6
by Zarathustra/Zoroaster
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Lead us to pure thought and truth
by your sacred word and long-enduring assistance,
O, eternal Giver of the gifts of righteousness.
O, wise Lord, grant us spiritual strength and joy;
help us overcome our enemies’ enmity!
Translator’s Note: The Gathas consist of 17 hymns believed to have been composed by Zarathustra (Zoroaster), whose compositions may date as far back as 1700 BC, although there is no scholarly consensus as to when he lived. These hymns form the core of the Zoroastrian liturgy called the Yasna. The language employed, Gathic or Old Avestan, is related to the proto-Indo-Iranian and proto-Iranian languages and to Vedic Sanskrit. The Oxford Dictionary of Philosophy deems Zoroaster to have been the first philosopher. Zoroaster has also been called the father of ethics, the first rationalist and the first monotheist. In the original texts, Ahura Mazda means “wise Lord” or “Lord of Wisdom” while Vohuman/Vohu Manah represents pure thought and righteousness and Asha represents truth. Angra Mainyu was the chief evil entity, a precursor of Satan. Keywords/Tags: Zarathustra, Zoroaster, Yasna, Gathas, Avestan, mrbtr, Spiritual, Prayer, God, Righteousness, Holiness, Purity, Grace, Protection
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Bolat chameli beli
Are sakhi rajanigandha
Bolo
Kyon ithlati **
Rajani bolat are sakhiman!
Meri maiya bolati thi
Are bitiya sun lo na!
Kabhi mala mein goonthi
Jaakar premi ko ithlaogi
Ya kisi raja ke mukut
Prem shaiyya ki
Sartaj kehlaogi
Lekin aas ek hi rakhna
Are banmali
Us path par mujhe tum
Dena phenk
Jis path matribhumi
Par sheesh chadhane
Jaayein veer anek!
Kya asha hai rajani
Boli chameli beli
Ithlana tumhara sarthak hai
Tumhi to veeron ki mala
Ki saakhi!
Re rajani,tum **
Punyavati manjari!
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Today i took a walk at the beach
watched the waves, listened to the breeze,
picked up some sea shells,
saw a neatly grass thatched house...
I drove through a field,
first time behind the wheel,
Today i walked through a rose garden, beautiful
white roses, pink, red, yellow...
i even saw black roses...
Today i broke down,
i just broke down...
i smiled, then broke down.
Every thing i do reminds me of Him...
Today i listened to his favorite music...
listening to every line every bit,
clinging on every thought...
Today i smiled at his jokes
precious time we spent together...
i missed Him so much
I broke down...
Today it hit me,
reality struck me
i missed him so badly
His never coming back...
asha.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
She was born a peculiar case,
A miraculous creation of a new vulnerable race.
Hair of night and skin of sand,
But startling beauty was not the issue at hand.
Born of a peculiar race was she,
With insights further than the wisest can see.
A gifted voice of reason and rhyme,
Completed with a soul as anceint as time
A miraculous creation and an awe abiding miracle.
A strong soul surpassing her biological obstacle.
Vulnerability comes with the placement of hearts.
Which is protected by ribs and fleshy parts.
She was born apart from you and me.
Her heart beat beneath her thinly knit sleeve.
With ours hidden within, we can ignore
Feelings of love or feelings of sore.
With her's open for all to see,
She must live with her heart totally free.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
I cannot explain the record of my own thoughts
Because a true loving heart rarely ever beats
And a true harmonic harmony rarely ever sings
of those who have died, and those who are long dead
I cannot condone any of my own apologies
Because liars never lie, simply misconstrue the truth
And writers never write, simply misconstrue the words
of those who have died, and those who are long dead
I cannot express any more of my own condolences
Because a funeral is not the proper mourning of the loss
And a wedding is not the proper symbol of the bond
Of those who have died, and those who are long dead
I cannot grasp the false sense of my own sanctity
Because artists always disregard the eyes of creativity
And Optimists always peek through the eyes of negativity
Of those who have died, and those who are long dead
By Asha Hopkins
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
She was there when the battle was won
Dressed in the purest form of light
Even so when the agony was raging and bold
Asha was whispering happy and bright
She was covered in dirt and stains
But in the cleanest clothes as well
Experiencing dark and pain
Although suffering was never in the way
Asha was always present
Needed or not she was there
Be it a devastating event
Or an hour of victorious affair
She helps you to get up
From a calamitous fall
And inspires you to reconstruct
Dreams broken together with the walls
Asha is ubiquitous
Asha is everywhere
Hope is ubiquitous
Hope is everywhere
Because Asha and hope is one
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
#*Asha - Ray of Sunshine, hope is her name, she loves to dance, forever young and has a beautiful heart
Pallavi- A beautiful flower, lovely smile, deep thoughts, brownies and chocolates, her recipe to melt hearts, dance her passion, master at her craft
Neeta- Naive and lovely, with an innocent smile, positivity her armour, she is quite a charmer
Sapna - Bakes most lovely cakes, red lipstick, vermillion dot on her forehead, a trademark, wears her heart on her sleeve, full of love, she extends it to every soul, Punjabi her style, Patiala heart(big heart)
Pradnya- Sweet as saccharine, she knows a lot, sure a woman of substance, wisdom her charm, dances to the tune of her heart
Sajeeda- Versatile personality, a multitasker, holds her goals clear and achieve she does, has keen eyes for quality and performs her best, quite an angel when it comes to taking broken ones under her wings. She has the will power which keeps her going, when the going gets rough. A brave heart, and a wandering soul, searching for heights and higher self. A go getter, with a never say never attitude. Has weathered a few storms. A wonderful person with a tough outer shell and a warm heart beneath
Bijal- Happy go lucky, warm and affectionate, friend of friends. Ever smiling, never a frown on her brows
Breezes in with a jovial chime
Neelakshi- Creative and wonderful, she knows the law, cool as ice, her heart warm, dances her heart out, even when a bit down
Goes with the flow and knows what she does, crystal clear in her views.
Jovial and throws caution to the wind*#
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
Kevin saw a Flash light
That bore a Lex-Shan moment. He called out for Joe
Who was running after Mimi
In a sound Paaz played when
Don danced off to the Asha tune.
Then Kent installed a Leby app
While Zalin blushed over the Toto belly ***
Which trimmed Noreen into a model
Phillip managed to fish out Jackie
And Tom yet discovered
Snipes arrested
After a blackout in Amos’ custody
As Kay and the rest Hihid.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Teen mahine pehle ek dastak hui,
603-604 asha appt mein hulchul hui,
Mein Corona hoon, sab mujhse darte hai...usne jataya..
Kuch darre hum, kuch sehme hum,
Phir usko bataya...
Saalo pehle BP aur Sugar aaye the,
Hum goli khaye, phir kheer pakori ka mazza uthaya...
Aur unko niptaaya....
Uff Caronao, humein daraona....
Kuch hum darre hai,
Ghar par baithe hai,
Sab jagah curfew hai,
Sadak par "few" hai,
Woh Corona Warriors hai...
Uff Coronao, humein daraona...
Kuch study ki, analysis kiya,
Immunity ko strong kiya,
Anlom-vilom par command kiya,
Saas aise powerful kiya,
Corona ne bhi social distancing kiya,
Uff Coronao, humein daraona....
Hummare pair mein bhi sanichar hai,
Ghar se nikalna humari fitrat hai,
Kuch na sahi corona hai,
Ussi ka discussion hai,
Uff coronao, humein daraona
Tum senior citizen na bano,
Youngster ki gali mein raho,
Hum party aur dinner ko tarse,
Tum pre-Corona bash manao,
Uff coronao, humein daraona
Maana badlaav mushkil hai,
Par safar toh karna hai,
Nokia namaskar se phone tak,
Soap se sanitizer tak,
College life se family life tak,
Ghoomne se ghar par thaherne tak,
Uff Corona, humein daraona...
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Accepting is hard
but inevitable,
Its some what unbearable...
I Accept.
How i have looked for answers
How i have awaited a revelation
How i have strained my ears,
just to catch a whisper
of what i wanted to hear...
There are NO answers,
NO revelations, NO whisper,
and whatever it is,
i know i don't to hear it.
I Accept
My fear has come out
knocking so hard,
i cant take the noise...
Ill face you
on one Condition,
This fight is mine...
I've lost you any way.
asha.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
...there is something warm and tender with the way you look at me...
That undresses my soul,
that hopeful gaze in your eyes goes straight to my heart...
for every time i drift off to sleep with you next to me
I know you will always be there with me
what we share transcends our daily reality
But for the moments i spend with you
tick too first
i just want to stop the clock
turn back time...
asha.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
I heard his voice before I saw him.
Just seconds before I was telling ol Asha
"He's annoying me. I didn't even talk to him today."
It was the first time in 4 months.
Just as the words left my mouth
I heard his voice telling someone he was coming to see me.
Me
I wondered how he'd known where exactly I'd be.
In my same ol corner, in my same ol chair.
He stayed there with me for four hours.
Sitting across a table we laughed until we choked
We revisited all the things we hadn't been able to say via text or FaceTime.
Oh how I missed my friend.
I vented about my struggles
We laughed at my tenderness.
We discussed sexuality, race, black women, black men.
We discussed our history, and how this moment was really all we needed.
"Remember that awkward talk we had?"
"Why would you bring that up?"
"I was so mad at you"
"Well we're here now"
And I'm just falling right here.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC