"banane" poems
Udd jayegi ek din chiraiya chhodhkar babul ka ghar,
Basane ek naya aashiyana sabhi ke aankho ko bhar,
Vidai ka hota hai ye kaisi bela,
Kyu hamesha jana padta chhod us kali ko hi akela,
Beegh jati hai mata-pita ki palkein vidai ke pal,
Jab aata us baag me chahchahane wali chidiya ki judai ke pal,
Bahut si yaadein chhoti aankho me sajaye hue,
Ro rhi hai maa pari ko gale lagaye hue,
Papa ki pyari gudiya aaj sazkar sasural chali,
Tham ke hath humsafar ka ek nye dwar chali,
Jahan pali badi wo pyari gudiya chali hai aaj us ghar ko chhod,
Karke suna ek aangan ko pita ki aankhon ko bhar,
Na jaane kyu beti ko janam se hi paraya btaya ,
Aakhir kisne ye riwaz banaya ,
Nikalkar apne **** se ek pita apni jaan ,
Bahut bada dil hai ek pita ka jo kar dete hain kanyadaan ,
Waqt ka kaisa hai ye dastoor
Na jaane kyu ek beti ko jaana hota hai dur ,
Chali hai aaj papa ki gudiya ,
Chhodhkar apne aangan ki nindiya,
Yaadon ki jhadi dil mein basakar chali hai maa ki jaan ,
Chhod ke sabkuch apna Banane ek nayi pehchaan,
Babul ki laadli kab ** gayi badi,
Aayi hai dil ko chhune wali ghadi,
Jis ghar me pali,us ghar ko alwida kaise kahegi,
Maa baba behan bhai bin wo gudiya kaise rahegi,
Vidhata ne ye kaisa niyam hai banaya,
Chhod ghar babul ka,ek naye ghar ko basaya,
Dekh tyad ek bitiya ki us khuda ki bhi *** aankhen bhar,
Udd jayegi ek din chirraiya chhodkar babul ka ghar,
Babul ka ghar.........
Composed by
Sonia Paruthi & Shrivastva MK
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
*Tazaad-e-Jazbaat Mein Ye Naazuk
Maqaam Aaya To Kya Karo Gay*
**In contradiction of these emotions if that
Delicate moment unfolded - then what would you do?**
*Main Ro Raha *** Tum Hans Rahe **
Main Muskaraya To Kya Karo Gay*
**I am weeping and yet you are jolly
But if I smiled - then what would you do?**
*Mujhe To Is Darja Vaqt-e-Rukhsat
Sukun Ki Talqeen Kar Rahe **
**To me at this time of farewell
Instructions of tranquillity you are offering**
*Magar Kuch Apne Liye Bhi Socha
Main Yaad Aaya To Kya Karo Gay*
**But have you any thoughts for yourself?
If you recalled me - then what would you do?**
*Abhi To Tanqid ** Rahi Hai
Mere Mazaq-e-Junun Pe Lekin*
**For now there is criticism
On my state of madness but**
*Tumhari Zulfon Ki Barhami Ka
Sawaal Aaya To Kya Karo Gay*
**If scattering of your tresses is
Questioned - then what would you do?**
*Tumhare Jalvon Ki Roshni Mein
Nazar Ki Hairania Musallam*
**Within the splendour of your light
Is complete amazement of sight**
*Magar Kisi Ne Nazar Ke Badle
Jo Dil Aazmaya To Kya Karo Gay*
**Nevertheless if someone in return
Tested your heart - then what would you do?**
*Utar To Sakte ** Paar Lekin
Ma Aal Par Bhi Nigah Dalo*
**You can disembark across but
Take a glance at the result too**
*Khuda Na Karda Sukun-e-Sahil
Na Raas Aaya To Kya Karo Gay*
**God has not made a peaceful shore
If nothing suitable appears - then what would you do?**
*Kuch Apne Dil Par Bhi Zakham Khao
Mere Lahoo Ki Bahar Kab Tak*
**Take some wounds on your heart also
Season of my blood until when?**
*Mujhe Sahara Banane Vaalo
Main Larkharaya To Kya Karo Gay*
**Those in need of my support
If I show hostility - then what would you do?**
*Abhi To Daman Chura Rahe **
Bigar Ke Qabil Se Ja Rahe **
**For now you are leaving my hand
And you are parting away from Qabil**
*Magar Kabhi Jo Dharkano Mein
Sharik Paya To Kya Karo Gay*
**Yet sooner or later within your heartbeats
If I became a associated - then what would you do?**
— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Poet Qabil Ajmeri, Sung by Sabri Brothers
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
Chalo ! Chalo aaj kuch esa kiya jae,
Apne Sapno ko Haqeeqat se Joda jae,
Ye dono 1 dusre se bilkul alag hai,
par dono hi apni kabiliyat ke liye mashoor hai,
Sapne, Sapne to Aasman hai, Jinki koi seema hi nahi,
Par Haqeeeqat to Aag se Bhare angaare hai, Jin par chal pana itna aasan nahi.
Sapne to woh raah hai, Jo hume kuch karne k liye prerit karti hai,
par haqeeqat, haqeeqat to un sapno ko bhi tod deti hai.
To kya ab haqeeqat ko dekhkr, sapne dekhna chod de,
ya apni khwaisho ke rukh ko hi mod le,
Agar Nahi, To fir chalo haqeeqat ko swikarte hai,
Apne sapno ko haqeeqat banane me jutt jate hai,
Mehnat kar apni kabiliyat ke rang sajate hai,
Apne sapno ko apni Manjil tak lekar jate hai,
Apne khwabo ke pankho ko or feltate hai,
Thoda Haste hai, Thoda hasate hai,
Chalo na !!!
Apni zindagi ko thoda or kamyab banate hai !!!!..
Written By :
SHIVAM PORWAL
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
Teri khubsurat tasveer ko churane ko mann karta hai,
Tujhe dekh teri tasveer me muskurane ko mann karta hai,
Churalu mai tere sare gumo ko,
Phir se mujhe usi pyaar me kho jane ko mann karta hai,
Tujhe apna banane ko mann karta hai,
Tujhe duniya se chhupane ko Mann karta hai,
Na lag jaye tujhe duniya Ki nazar,
Khud kajal ban Teri aankhon me bas Jane ka Mann karta hai,
Bhawra ban phir se gungunane ko Mann karta hai,
Pawan ban tere baalon ko udane ka Mann karta hai,
Hamesha rahu mai tere pyare hothon par
Banke ek pyari si dhunn tere hothon se gungunane ko Mann karta hai....
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Kitni azeeb hai ye Duniya kitne ajeeb log,
Koi kisi ko dara rha, kuchh sahme sahme se log,
Bada muskil hai esko samjhna,
Yaha palbhal me baldate hai log,
Humne bhi socha tha Ki jawane ko badalenge hum,
Ek nayi soch ke sath ek hokar chalenge hum,
Par ye dekh kar dil tut gya Jab ek hi dali ke chaar phoolon ne kaha,
Nahi hum khilenge,aur nahi ek dusre se milenge hum,
Roh deti hai kalam bhi likhkar dard jawane ka,
Kuda-Kachra nadiyon me kya haal bna diya Bharat ke khazane ka,
Roti ke liye tadapte sadak par log,
Aur yahan pariyojna chalai ja rhi desh ko smart banane ka,
Gareeb ko roti kapda aur makan chahiye,
Kisano ko es desh me apni ek pahchan chahiye,
Sabhi ko samjhe ek barabar,
Aisa deshbhakt insaan chahiye,
Aisa deshbhakt insaan chahiye....
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:21 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
1.
Dard ko kaagaz *** utarna aata hota to hum bhi galib hotee, magar humara dard to sinee mai dafan hai !!
Hum Galib to nehi magar likhne ka junoon rekhte hain, kisi aur ke dard mai apna dard dhoond liya kerte hain.....
2.
Duaen jhoot ko sach banane ke liye mangi jatii hai !!! Sach ko jhoot banen ki koi fariyaad nehi hoti..
3.
Zakham sabke hote hain,magar khuredna koi nehi chata..
Yee hai maasukha jisee chodna koi nehi chaataa..
Agar zahkam mere tum dekho to zakham saha nehi jata..
4.
Aaj phir usne kaha plz understand ... Mai na jane kyon uskii naa mai haan samajh gya, phir dil ko bewafa samajh gya..
5.
Mai iss umeed mai dooba tuu bacha lega ... abb iske baad kya mera intehaan lega
6.
Aaj tune phir us mod *** sath choda, phir mekhane ke bahar haath choda ... hum is mod see is kadar wakif hai, kii lagta hai tune phir ghar laa choda....
7.
Dhunvee kii aadat sii hoo gyee hai nashe kii cahaat sii hoo gye hai...
Tuu na rehe to kya hua tere bina jeene kii aadat sii hoo gyee hai...
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per Has padta hu
Itna gyan prapt kar liya fir bhi
pathar ki murti samne hath jod kar khada hu
Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per has padta hu.
Sau chuhe to humne bhi mare,
namak dalkar bhi humne khae par
jab haj per pahunche tab pata Chala
ki vah sab to viarth tha.
Dharm aur Bhakt ki kya yah dosti badi aanokhi hai
buddhu pahla wala banata hai,
dusre wala samjhata hai ki buddhu kaise banaa hai.
Tu jise maine dekha nahin bus khali teri batay hi suni hay
To ab tu hi bata k tuj par kesay visvas Kar Lu
par tu bataee ga bhi kesay
Kabhi Kabhi to main yah sochta hu
ki agar tu na hota to kya hota ?
Agar tu hay us Ka bhram na hota to yah pakshpath na hota,
tu alag mein alag aisa mahsus na hota
insan insan ke barabar hota.
Maine suna hai ki har Kan mein hai tu
To tere liye ye ghar banane ki itni jid kyon?
Tu kya tu nahin chahta use jagah per ek bhavya vidyalay bane?
Kuch dost to mere aise bhi hai ki jab ab dharm
per vivad hota hai tu yah sunana nahin bhulate
ki unhone yah dharm granth pada hai
aur sathi sath yah bhi nahin bolate
ke tu bhi yah dharm granth pad.
Agar dharm granth padhne ke baad ahankar aata **
to vah granth na pado to behtar hai.
Vishvaas ki kai paribhashaye hai Jaise
Shaniwar ko chana, tel aur chappal
Na khaya, lagaya aur kharida jata hai.
Or jab poochho k kyon?
To uttar aisa milta hai jis per vishvaas nahin hota.
Vishvaas karo To prashn nahin,
aur prashn Karo to tumko vishvaas nahin,
yah kaisi andhvishwasi mayajaal hai
jismein ek ke liye suraj nila hi, To dusre ke liye hara hi
Aur teesra aankhen kholne ko taiyar nahin
kyunki use ine donon per VISHVAAS NAHIN.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC
Fasana bayan kr raha hoon apni rooh k hoslo ka..
Mujh gareeb..nacheez ko manzilo ka nishan mila..ye karam tha mere kuch azeez doston ka
Apne hoslo k dum pe.. Jhoojhta raha Zindagi se.. Main subah shaam.. din raat..
Hunar ki kalam se hi likhoonga apni taqdeer..Jigar me dhaan li thi ye baat
Zakhm khata raha Dil par bahut waqt tak.. Walid ka kaha maan kar..
K baccha bana rahega toh bacha rahega..saare sabak zeher ki tarah peeta raha..sabhi ko apna maan kar
Seekhne ki koi umra nahi yaaro.. Har pal ye zindagi naya sabak seekhayegi..
Dil khol k jholi bhar lena..jeewan roopi kashti yehi paar lagayegi
Mushqil daur me kai martaba mehsoos ki.. Maine khuda ki maujoodgi apni bagal me..
Uska sehlana..mere sir aur meri kamar me..
Kandha numa sirhana diya kai dafa usne sisakti rooh ko..
Dilasa diya..Tujhe mazboot banane ko imtihan le raha hoon tera intaha tak..Tu hosla rakh..Main hoon toh!
Waqt ne bhar diya sabhi zakhmo ko marham bankar..
Namak jo baha tha aakhon se..woh mere pairo ki zameen..sir ki chat ban gaya hai chankar
Har pal shukrana karta hu khuda teri rehmat ka..
Dua kubul krta hai tu sabhi ki apne dar pe..karz hum adaa kr nahi sakte..teri is zehmat ka
Meri sabhi doston ko ek maskeen hidayat hai..
Kissi bhi cheez se Insaani zindagi ki kimat kam hai..kyu issi ki bahutayat hai..
Manzilo ka nasha hai toh chamkao apne hunar ko is kadar..
Jhuka do un sabhi namurado ko..lage honge jo hosle **** karne tumhare..zindagi ki har dagar par😊
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
Haa ki galti maine
nahi samjha pyaar tera,
ek baar bol deta
to kya mai samajh nahi paati..,
** *** tujhse door
is dhang me,
rang *** puri tarah,
kisi or k rang me..,
haa ki galti maine
nahi samjha pyaar tera..
par tu bhi chala gaya
chala gaya chup chaap
ek baar pukaar k to dekhta
kya mai nahi aati tere sang me
ha ki galti maine
nahi samjha pyaar tera..,
par tu bhi nikal pada
nikal pada nayi duniya banane
hua mujhse yu door
ki laga kisi or ko manane
tu khush tha apni zindgi me
mai bhi gum thi apni zindgi me
par ab pta chala
daur to wo hi achha tha
jab mere hatho me tera haath tha
tere labon pe mera naam tha
CHARU KASHYAP..., kabhi kisi ne kaha hai
ki tumhari aankhe bohot khoobsurat hai...,
haa wahi.., wahi baat or wahi naam
aisa laga hi nahi kabhi
ki hai hum alag
bss waqt guzarta gaya
or duriyan badhti ***
kyu ki galti maine
jo nahi samjha pyaar tera...
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 3:29 PM UTC
trudging from lombard
pawned ring
to pay back long debt
Esta es mi vida.
wonderful friend sent a letter:
dont send me poems
I dont love poetry
Caminando por la calles.
On the streets Lanterns
blinding eyes
while I need darkness
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo
letter from court
to pay penalty 1200 euro
for spraying graffities in Friedrichshain
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.
i am hungry
I pick from some wheelchair near entrance of supermarket
one banan
towards me run and attacks me a huge drunkard
beat out from my hands banan
slaps in brow
and I fall on snowed pavement
feel no pains
he stays over me and yell: Sie klaute banane, Nutte!!
I low whisper: yourself schweine backe..
jump from spot and imaginary bite the **** of his imaginary gun
El mundo es maravilloso
I possess no more a laptop
i spilled wine on it
being taken aback of one scene of pure **********
of one lovely guest in my flat
how now to write manifesting defending verses?
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais.
Internet shop
whole night over
beneath of buzzing of casino machines
I sit and write the letter to imaginary dad
to imaginary lovely mom
to sweet sister or brother
well, I have nobody of them
though would I be orphan
I guess my existence were not so dismal
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar.
I writing email to american situationist
his nickname is rasputin
I saying him, that I am situationist
and I am recently became persona non-grata
and I better die than
land in loony-bin
need your aid.
he answers with a link about a war in Irak
my solar plexus clenchs tight
Puta yo no necesita usted!
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada.
*****
Friedrichshain- urban district in Berlin
Sie klaute banane, Nutte!- she stole a banan, Whore!(german)
schweine backe- pig's **** (german)
(thank you Alessandro P. for lesson in spanish)
Esta es mi vida. This is my life.
Caminando por la calles. Walk on the streets
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo.I have enemies allover the world
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.This is my life outside for the battlefield
El mundo es maravilloso The world is beautiful
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais. Politic in this land is merde
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar. I have my iron for shooting
Puta yo no necesita usted. Bitch, I dont need you
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada:
this is my attitude
walking through the streets
to search for death
my life is finished
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Dost to nahi par mere takleef ko samjhne wale hai mere papa...
Meri khwahiso ko apni khwahish samjh kr pura krne wale hai mere papa....
Dard to kv nahi dikhate apna par mere takleef me man hi man rone wale hai mere papa...
Dhub thand barsaat bina dekhe usme khatne wale hai mere papa...
Mere liy duniya se ladne wale hai papa...
Waqt padne par kathor banane wale hai mere papa...
Duniya kaisi hai ye samjhane wale hai mere papa...
Kya khu kaise hai mere papa...
Meri muskurahat aur mere hero hai mere papa...
Love u papa
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
Purane rishton ko bhulake
Naye Rishtey banane hum chale.
Aansoowon ke bahaar leke
Khoyi huwi muskurahat dhoone hum chale.
Kismat ka maara fira,
Aapno ka saath chuta,
Dil toh toota huwa hai humara...
Phir bhi,
Umeed ki roshani liye
Ek nayi zindagi
Phir se jeene hum chale....
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
NESHABDH HAI YE JEEVAN , ISHEY SABH SE JULAJNA PADTA HAI..
NERDEHI HAI YE AANGAN , JO KALI KO PHOOL BANANE SE PEHLE KUCHALDETA HAI...
KUSHIYAA GIRJATI HAI AASU BANKE JAMEEN PAR .
BUS ! EK AKS REHJATA HAI MANN KE BANDH DARWAJEY PAR...
© Mrunalini D.Nimbalkar
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Banane și unt de arahide,
Două corpuri dezvelite
De emoții și de haine
Și de-ncercări de măști "faine"
Fără concepte teoretice
Doar firi autentice
Mic dejun la pat și răsărit
Și o carte de citit,
Muzică pe fundal.
_M.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 8:29 PM UTC
Sirf ek minute lagta hai
Rishton ka mazak udane mein
Par saari umar beet jaati hai
Ek rishta banane mein
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
Le Père Labat était grand amateur de pastis
Qu 'il coupait de son rhum guêpes
Bien agricole à 55 degrés
Comme décollage
Avant d'ingurgiter coup sur coup
Un ou deux diablotins de Marie-Galante
Rôtis à point au boucan
Dans les hauts du volcan
De Dame Soufrière.
Le Père Labat pour compléter aimait sa purée d'avocat et banane jaune bien écrasée à la fourchette.
Or il advint qu'un jour à Pâques le Révérend Père
Plus vorace qu'à son habitude, comme illuminé,
Engloutit douze diablotines afin de rompre le jeûne du Carème.
Vous imaginez l 'indigestion que dut subir le saint homme.
Cette overdose charnelle se manifesta par une érection phénoménale
Qui prit possession du quidam qui entra en transe perpétuelle.
Il y avait là fort heureusement un docteur feuilles qui habitait dans les parages
Un maître quimboiseur
Fort connaisseur en herbes et onguents
Qui lui fit prescrire une bonne soupe de gombo bien pimentée pour lui éclaircir la bile.
Mais cela ne fit aucun effet. L'homme apparemment était dévôt de Priape.
L'urgence était urgentissime. Il s'agissait d'un cas de vie ou de mort.
Il y avait sur une goélette qui arrivait de la métropole
Un médicament miracle du nom de képone.
Un médicament miracle qui allait résoudre tous les problèmes
Le bois bandé ecclésiastique qui avait comme effet
Non pas de produire d'intenses érections mais d'avoir des bananes fruits et légumes de haute tenue.
C'était un nouveau médicament du nom français de chlordécone
Non remboursé par la Sécurité Sociale du Roi et du bon Colbert
Mais qui avait été testé sur d'autres cas terminaux comme celui du prélat.
Le saint homme dut suivre un régime de quarante jours et quarante nuits
Qui consistait à gober à longueur de journée des bananes jaunes
Trempées dans du jus de canne arrosé de moitié de chlordécone.
On ne sait par quel miracle mais le Père Labat fut sauvé et rentra illico au pays de ses ancêtres se consacrer à l'étude et à la méditation.
Mais jusqu 'à aujourd'hui encore les terres de la Soufrière et d'ailleurs sont contaminées.
Les bananes antillaises hantent de leur Chlordécone invisible et inodore les prostates cancéreuses de ces messieurs !
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
Tu ek khubsurat dhokha hai kadwi sahi par sachayi to maut hai,
Fir bhi mai tujhe hi chahta hu.
Aye zindgi na jane kyu,
Mai tujhe baar baar manata hu.
Apna har ek pal har ek lamha,
Dil khol kar jita jata hu.
Tujhse hai pyar beshumar,
Ye tujhe bina hichkichaahat btata hu.
Apni har galti se,
Mai kuch naya sikhta jata hu.
Ek tere karib ane ke khatir,
Apni har burayi ko dur bhagata hu.
Tere dil me jagah banane ke liye,
Kayi dafaa mai ghut bhi jata hu.
Kaise btau tujhe aye zindgi,
Ki mai tujhe kitna chahta hu.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 7:01 AM UTC
pyaar ek bandhan banana hota hai,
aap iss aage nahi ja sakte,
hamesha woh aapko vichalit karte rahte hai,
aur hamesha aapke saath baatein karte rahte hai.
pyaar karne ke liye khushi aur dukh uske saajha karna hota hai
hamesha uske pagalapan mein shaamil hona padhta hai
hamesha use garv ke saath muskuraane ka ek kaaran dena hota hai
aur jab bhi aapko uske taraf se aapka zaroorat ** uske saath dena hota hai
pyaar karne ke liye ek saath ghar banana hota
hamesha ke liye jeevan banane aur jeene ke liye,
uske mijaaj ko dekhane aur sambhalane hote hai
aur chhote-chhote kaam karke use khaas mahasoos karna hota hai
pyaar karna hai saajha karna aur dekhbhaal karni hoti hai
hamesha usko mahasoos karne ke liye vishwas hona chahiye
uske sabhi sapnon ko poora karne ke liye,
aur hamesha "I love you" kahein.
ye hota hai pyaar♥️
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
Chal paddi thi gaadi taka tak
Hawa shayad thoda zaada hi bhar diya
Befikri ka safar, aa pohoncha uss keel par
Tamasha, shayad thoda zaada hi bhar diya
Ab pahiya toh tha rubber ka hi
Humara kya isne kadar kiya
Gir pade hum, lag gayi chot
Fir humare dard ne bhi asar kiya
Ab iss keel ko bhi hum kya koosein
Kambakht hai toh yeh lohe ka diya
Sadak se dosti ki aas hum hi laga baithe
Bhool gaye ki yeh toh hai bas ek zariya
Humne kaha kuch pal yahin bita lein
Puncture banane ka kaam fir shuru kiya
Pahiya toh fir bhi chal jayega janaab
Yeh reh jayega banke chhed,
Humne na kissi se kabhi zikr kiya
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 4:01 PM UTC
Musa, ma jolie banane jaune
Toute mûre et parfumée,
Avant que je te pèle et que je te déguste
Je te regarde et sous le masque de ta peau
Je vois l'ombre de ton jardin secret.
Ce n'est ni un potager ni un verger secret
Ni un champ de vigne ni une oliveraie ou une mangueraie
Ton jardin secret est une plantation
De cannes éternellement précoces.
Tu défriches, tu plantes, tu sarcles, tu boutures
De ta houe de ta pelle et de ta pioche
Tu creuses, tu nettoies, tu récoltes
Tu luttes contre les cyclones et la sécheresse
Et les ravageurs
Tu vois fleurir
Et tu aiguises ton sabre pour la récolte.
Quand les roseaux sucrés
Atteignent le ****** de leur fruité
Ta coupe millimétrique
Taille dans la chair des cannes
Un spécimen
Qu'une fois rincé à l'eau de ta source
Tu suces à pleine bouche
Tu broies sans merci
Malaxes, presses, purges.
Le vesou sourd de ton sein droit
De sa belle couleur vert canne
Cent pour cent bio avec un goût de mirabelle
Et de ton sein gauche le lait gicle en punch coco
Et la source se déverse dans un bénitier
Où je communie aux deux espèces
Irradié de ce jardin secret.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
Dheemai Dheemai Kadam Badatai Thi
Kabhie Darr Lagta Tha
Kabhie Thaak Jaatai Thai.
Dheemi Dheemi Manzil Paas Aaati Thi
Kabhie Saaf Dekhti Thi
Kabhie Bahut Duur Lagti Thi.
Aab Waqt Aaa Gaya Hai Yaarau
Jo kabhi sapna lagta tha
Usey hakeekat banane ki
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
Tu es ma seconde peau, ma mue, ma muse,
Mon hydre-muse aux neuf chattes aux aguets,
Je t'use, tu me consumes, on se mange,
Je t'accomplis, tu m'achèves, on se prend,
Je te finis, tu m'emploies, on se dépense,
Je te couronne, tu m'absorbes, on s'épuise,
Je te termine, tu me réalises, on se pratique,
Et je convoque, tu convoques, on convoque
Tour à tour
La morphologie, la lexicographie, l'étymologie,
La synonymie, l'antonymie, la proxémie et la concordance.
Je te boucle, tu me parachèves, on se commet,
Je te brûle, tu me vis, on s'utilise,
Je te nourris, tu me parfais, on se détruit,
Je te bois, tu me bouffes, on se complète,
Je fais la bête à deux dos, tu me perpètres, on se tape.
Bref on se consomme donc on se consume,
On danse donc on est
À tous les modes actif comme passif
Infinitif, indicatif, subjonctif et conditionnel
Consommer c'est faire la somme de littéralement
Et consumer c'est perdre, détruire et dévorer.
Sartre dit : "Une chose n'est belle que lorsqu'elle est consommable, c'est-à-dire qu'elle meurt quand on en jouit ".
Je proteste et je préfère Bourdieu et son **** oeconomicus"
Toute relation est économique, tout est affaire de pertes et profits.
Au diable Vaugelas, au diable Sartre
Entre Consumare et Consumere je ne choisis pas
Je laisse les verbes se faire chair, banane jaune, eau, miel
À la première, deuxième et troisième personne du singulier tropical.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC