"bharta" poems
Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Log sirf unse dosti karte,
Jinke dilo me sirf mohabbat ke raag hote,
Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Sirf unse hi pyaar hota,
Jinke dilo ke liye wo khaas hote,
Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
To Pet sirf unka bharta,
Jo sach me us roti ke mohtaaz hote,
Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
To Na padti zarurat en hothon ki,
Kyoki sirf dilon se hi baat hote,
Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Har ghar mandir ban jata,
Aur Maat-pita us mandir ke bhagwan hote,
Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
To na koi dharm hota aur na koi mazahab ,
Hum sab ek hote aur sabhi se pyar hote,
Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Na milta phir kisi ko bhi dard bhare pal,
Na kavi hote aur nahi sayari bhare andaaz hote,
Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Kaun puchhta en banawati chehare ko,
Tab to **** se nahi sirf ru'h se pyaar hote,
Sirf ru'h se pyaar hote...
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
Dil ke ehsaas hote hain bhut khaas,
Shayad tabhi umadte hai bhut sawaal iske paas.
Tuta dil or tuta darpan hai ek samaan,
Jodne ki koshish karenge tou hoga kudh ko hi dard jiska nahi hai koi bakhaan.
Dil, Dil se milte hai tou pyar hota hai,
Dil, Dil ke liye hi beqarar hota hai,
Ye lafzon ki bhasha nahi samjhta saab,
Ye tou us nayno ke andaaz ko hi smjh leta hai
Yaaron dil kabhi kisi ka dukhana nahi,
Beshak tutne ki awaaz aati nahi.
Par khuda kasam dard bhut hai hota,
Jab ye nanha dil hai rota.
Jab kabhi hum khud se hi ruth jatey hai,
Dil rota hai aur aankhon se ashq tapak jaatey hai,
Ye bahut nadaan hota hai,
Bin soche hi pyar kr leta hai
Bin ankhiyon ke dekh leta hai bahut kuch,
Bin kaano ke sun leta hai har raag sach much.
Haal apne dil ka suna nahi sakte
Ujad gayi hai duniya jo thi khubsurat isme baste
Sab kuchh es chhote dil me chhipa ke bhi chup rahta hai,
Puri duniya ka dard bhi dedo tou aah tak nahi bharta hai,
Kabhi khush hokar muskura deta hai,
Tou kabhi taklifon ko dekhkar tut bhi jata hai.
Collaboration by Manish Shrivastva and Sonia Paruthi
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
I hear the sounds of the city I the distance.
Cars, truck and auto rickshaws screaming for space on the bypass.
Far from my terrace they seem to be
Yet they are close to enough that the breeze brings their fumes.
A shawl is spread beneath me
To keep my clothes from the dust that is not washed away up here.
Up here, where my eyes can barely see the treetops.
Up here, where the sun is strong and browning my fair skin.
Up here, where I am exposed and unseen.
The worries of all my differences are erased when I alight the steps to my rooftop.
It doesn't matter that I don't speak Bengali .
It doesn't matter that I'm sick of Dal and the Baigan Bharta is too spicy.
It doesn't matter that I am a foreigner and always will be.
I am celebrated by the the crows and mosquitos that find solace above Kolkata.
In turn, I can celebrate the fact that I've found a corner where my foreignness is not offensive nor inviting.
It just is, and I'm just me; far above the dusty streets and the stray dogs that keep me up a night with their howls.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
I dream in colour.
My dreams are vivid,
exciting,
dramatic.
I travel to Agra;
I walk the Great Wall;
I eat baingan bharta.
I live in black-and-white.
My life is plain,
ordinary,
blah.
I travel to Starbucks;
I walk through Riverside Park;
I eat at McDonald's.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Hiiiii....u knw what aaj ky hai....
aaj bhot special prsn ka bday hai...
meli bestieee.... kaaa
paglu ka
bhot special tu duffr mere lyee...
&
chalo kuch meethi meethi yaade yaad dilata hu...
apni....
yaaad hai jab humari fst tym baaat hui thi....wo cmnt k rply me
ladai se hui thi startng
ki pata tha itne impo ** jaynge ek dusre k lye
fr wo humara din bhar choti choti si baat pr ladna
manana
fr draaame dikhana ki tu lunch ni kalega to b ni kalungi....
tu gannna ...tu gannniii
hihihihihi
bhot misss krta hu m bo ladaiyaaa
punishment b inni pyali ki galti krne ka man kre
....
school se aate hi beg rakhne se phle....mobile on krna...
net on hone se phle whatsappp pr msz type krna....
agr ek mint b reply late hua to bawal ,machana...
fr shaq wali nigaaho se dekhnaaa.....
hihihi binna galti k es masssom bacheee se solly bulbana.....
pure pure din baat krke b pet ni bharta tha
deere deere baat krte krte special one bn gyi merelyee....
fr kisi se b baat ni kalta tha m
muujhe aaj b yaad hai wo din
8/4/1999 mela bday gifttt
maine tainu 1st tym dekha tha...
hihihihi...
apni yaari ese hi bni rahe hamesha....
bs yadi pray krni hai... mainu...rab se.....
i love u my....bestieee...... happy bday tooo.....uuuuuuuu...
ab bta babu ky gift chaahiye teko.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
Samay ghadi pe bajke 2,
aur dil kehta hai ab suno..
khayal se mujhme aate hain...
tu likhta ja, chal ja piro...
Aur main kalam ka aashiq hoon,
jo pannon ko ab bharta hoon,
kuch adhoora sa thaa inme wo..
main poora sa ab karta hoon...
Syahi ki darkaar hai,
Shabdon ki to kami nahi,
Jo kalam mein syahi bhari hui,
woh pannon pe meherbaan hai....
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC