"cheez" poems
aga hai josh
jagi kismat nayi
apne hi hatthon se likhunga kismat abhi
bhale hi paise se fakeer
par paise se gareebh nhi
hai hathon mai dum tere
toh uth!!
kyonki
bhagwan hai tera zameer
teri kismat nahi!!
namumkin naam ki aisi yahan koi cheez nhi
milegi manzil
chahe karibh nhi
agar hui teri haar
toh maanle ye baat banda tu hi hai iska zimmedar
koi aur nhi
jo kuch chahega tu
wo bhi paa jayega tu
kr khud pe yakeen jeet jayega tu
haan jeet jayega tu
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
Zikr jab zindagi ka hota hai toh hum aksar apni zindagi ke guzre waqt ke flashbacks mein chale jaate hai, aur kehte hai zindagi toh bohot buri guzar rahi hai.. yeh maana ki jo beet gaya hai usse bhulaya toh jaa sakta hai magar apne zehan se mitaya nahi jaa sakta.. bas unn tamaam ache-bure daur ko muqaddar samjhkar aage badha jaa sakta hai. Aur life mein ek phase aata jab humein lagta hai ab aur kya dekhne ko baaqi reh gaya hai zindagi mein saare tajurbe aur sabaq mil chuke hai ab toot jaane mein hi bhalayi hai haar jaana hi ek aakhri sahi rasta hai. Aur phir apni khushiyon ka shok aur barbaadiyon ka jashn manane lag jaate hai. Magar khushiyan bhi itni aasani haar nahi maanti. Zindagi humein har ache-bure daur ke baad ek khoobsurat tohfa deti hai jisse hum mauka kehte hai. Humein zindagi se mile wo saare tajurbe aur sabaq phir se jeene ka hausla dete hai. Ek nayi umeed dete hai. Aur shayad isliye hum zindagi ka saath nahi chhorte.
Beete kal mein pareshan rehte hai, aane kal ki fizool mein fikar rehti hai aur jo aaj hai usse jeete toh hai magar thodi bechaini ke saath. Jo guzar gaya usse accept karke aage badh jao, jo kal hoga wo tumhare aaj ki mehnat se pata chalega na ki fikar se, aur apne aaj se mohabbat karo.
Ek badi ajeeb si cheez hai jo hum sabhi ke saath hoti hai jab hum 5-6 saal purani tasveer mein khudko dekhte hai toh hasi aajati hai ki kaise the hum ab waqai behtar badlaav aaya hai hum mein wo badlaav tum laaye ** khud ke andar. Waqt ke saath mature hokar, mushkil se mushkil maqaam haasil karke, apna vision aur mindset positive rakhkar, apni zindagi ko sahi raaste mein le jaakar. Isliye tum haare nahi ** zindagi mauke deti hai magar tumhe ehsaas tak nahi hone degi kab tumne uss mauke ka fayda utha liya. Aur agar kabhi bura phase aaye toh uss mein bekhauf hokar jeena magar sahi waqt par nikalkar apni zindagi ko behtar bana dena. Kyunki abhi tumhara qissa khatam nahi huwa, abhi tumhe nikhar ke wapas aana hai kahani badalne.. .
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
*Jis Ki Janib Woh Nazar Apni Uttha Lete Hain
Uss Ki Soyee Hui Taqdeer Jaga Dete Hain*
**Towards whom they raise their glance
His resting destiny they awaken in a trance**
*Teri Duzdeeda Nigahon Ko Dua Dete Hain
Jitne Chubte Hain Yeh Teer Utna Maza Dete Hain*
**For your peeking gazes, I pray
The more these arrows wound, the more delighted I lay**
*Jab Se Dekha Hai Unhein Apna Mujhe Hosh Nahin
Jane Kya Cheez Woh Nazroon Se Pila Dete Hain*
**Ever since them I saw, senseless I have become
What they pour from their glances, a mystery it has become**
*Takht Kya Cheez Hai Aur Laal-o-Jawahir Kya Hai
Ishq Wale To Khudai Bhi Loota Dete Hain*
**What is a throne and what are lustrous jewels?
Lovers surrender divinity against the rules**
*Aik Din Aisa Bhi Ata Hai Mohabbat Mein Zaroor
Khud Ko Ghabra Ke Naqab Apna Uttah Lete Hain*
**There is one such moment in love, indeed!
With nervousness, they raise their veil**
*Apni Barbadi Pe Khush Hoon Yeh Suna Hai Jabse
Woh Jisse Apna Samajhte Hain Mitta Dete Hain*
**Happy with my own ruin I am, ever since I have learned
Who they consider their own, obliterated have turned**
*Apne Daman Ko Zara Aap Bacha Kar Rakhna
Sakhat Aahon Se Bhi Hum Aag Laga Dete Hain*
**Your own hem a little, you save and claim
With deep sighs, we set the fire aflame**
*Jis Ki Janib Woh Nazar Apni Uttha Lete Hain
Uss Ki Soyee Hui Taqdeer Jaga Dete Hain*
**Towards whom they raise their glance
His resting destiny they awaken in a trance**
— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Pure din baat ** ya na **
Lekin gn gm msg na aane par dard hota hai.
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Bas subah ek ankh khol k wish krna
aur tere kehne p uth jati hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Missing you , Love you
kehne se me apne dil k shabd naap leti hu
Pyaar jahir krti ni par fir bhi pyaar krti hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Nahi babu thoda late ** gya
Sun ke man me gussa lekin
chehre pe sirf muskurahat hoti hai
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Man daba Kar bhi tujhe sula deti hu
tujhe dard me kehrata dekh ni dekh pati hu
Vo sukoon ki neend tujhe ae uski dua krti hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Gussa tera seh kr bhi tujhe manane m lagi rehti hu
aur khud gussa hone p shant bethi rehti hu
Jhagda hone p khtm hone aur tere mesg ane ka wait krti hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Tera paas hone ka sukoon rehta h
aur vo shikayato ki lambi chaudi list bhi
tujhe dekhte he bhul jati hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Pas na hone p bhi pas rehti hu
aur har cheez ka hisab rkhti hu
Baat na maanane p datati bhi hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Teri wo smile dekhne k lie na jane kya kya krti hu
Aur agr kahi ruk jae to hath pakad leti hu
Dua me tera dard mang leti hu
teri salamati k lie hazaro darbar jaati hu
-KUMARI SHIVANGI
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
Himmat h to rulake dikhao,
dam h to dil churake dikhao,
dil me pyaar jagake to dikhao,
nafrat to kr ni skte kisise humse pyar jatake to dikhao,
faryad to hum d krte h rab se
ki dil dede hume b jeene ke lie,
par accha hua ni dia,
vrna humne to vo kisiko de hi dia,
hota kisi aaere gare ko,
jise na hoti smjh meri na hota pyaar mujhse,
or itni kimti cheez jo h mera dil,
vo to reh hi jata na uspe....
@ akash mazumdar
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Dard bhi kya sikandar hai.
Is ko na kisi ki fikar, na dar hai.
Jab yeh aata hai toh sab bhula deta hai.
Jo fateh karle toh kya ummeed kya khwahish hai.
Bas dard hi dard hai.
Dard se bachna hai.
Khushiyaan aati hai toh kisi na kisi dar ke saath.
Chhin jaane ka dar,
Nazar lag jaane ka dar,
Zyaada khush ** liye toh phir baad mein rone ka dar.
Lekin dard ko kis cheez ka dar?
Jis ka dar tha jab wohi aakar hum se lipat jaaye,
toh phir kis baat ka dar?
Kitni ajeeb baat hai,
aur yeh kaisa mazedaar rishta hai dard aur khushiyon ka.
Khushiyaan dard ka veham lekar aati hai,
toh dard ki inteha ek dhundla sa daawa khushiyon ka.
Lagta toh har kisi ko yahi hai, ke ab is dard se azaadi na mumkin hai.
Magar dard hi toh azaadi hai.
Yeh khaathma nahin.
Yeh toh khaatme ki shakal mein shuruwaat hai
----- ek nayi khushi ki, ek nayi tumhari.
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 7:01 AM UTC
Khwaab dekho.
Khuli aankhon se ya band, fark nahin.
Khwaab humein kahan se kahan leja chhodti hai.
Jo kabhi dekha nahin woh dikha deti hai.
Jis cheez ko kabhi chhua na ** use bhi mehsoos karwa deti hai.
Kabhi paseene mein bheega jagaati hai,
toh kabhi apni ulfat se gaalon ko laal kar deti hai.
Cheekh kar uthaa hai koi toh koi muskuraate.
Koi toh khatam hone ka naam nahin leta.
Kisi ke beech mein kat jaane ka gila hai rehta.
Mujhe toh hamesha khatam hone ka intezaar hi raha ------ uske aane tak.
Bura dekha, bura jaana, bure ne ghere rakha ab tak.
Mein ne seene par sar rakha,
phir usne mere haath par apna bada magar narm haath rakha.
Usko meri nazuk lambi ungliyon se khelna achha laga.
Mujhe mohabbat jatane ka yeh tareeqa uska achha laga.
Aankh khuli.
Pehli dafa kaanp kar nahin sharmakar jagi.
Sukoon toh tha.
Par gila bhi raha.
Phir socha,
khwaab itne bhi bure nahin.
Toh khwaab dekho.
Kuch rehne do.
Kuch poore karo.
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 12:36 PM UTC
maple-cured, smoked, rawhide hands,
tarantula hands bulldozing rice onto
tines like an icebreaker ramming through
glacial bergs, Holly
Golightly on the tv, on
mute, and oh those hips,
that figure, in that black dress,
banana hands cracking Alaskan king
crablegs and ******* the juice and eating
the meat, legs spindly and hairy
and soaked in butter, dripping,
liver cooking, roasting, sloshed on gin,
cribbage board patinaed
in dust, he eats his liver, downs
another gin, cracks another leg, crab
hair caught in his teeth, Holly talking about
getting the mean reds but he can’t
hear it, his luck run out,
his luck a prize from a box of ******* Jack,
and the snarling throb in his head,
cinderblock face, cinderblock house,
3-day-stubble, has he had enough (to drink)?
not by the stubble of his
chinny-chin-chin,
liver is gone, crab is gone,
so he eats the eyes,
dowsing his ******* Jacks
in gin, yesterday wine-in-a-box
and Cheez-Whiz, sprayed right into his
unbrushed maw, a one-person wine-
and-cheese fête classy as it gets,
he’s Mister High Society,
Cheez-Whiz crust in his stubble,
and a cinderblock CRASHES to the floor and it’s
lights out, and Holly, still no one
to hear her, saying
she’ll never let anyone put her in a cage.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
Aaj ke bacchon mein hi nahin,
Apitu badon mein bhi sanskār,
Naammatr ke bach gaye hain.
Not only in children of the day,
But even the grownups lack it,
Ettiquette is just for namesake.
Andar se wo aadar bhaav gūm,
Aur haan gūm hai satkaar bhi,
Badon ke liye sammān gūm hai.
That feeling of respecting is lost,
And indeed is lost that hospitality,
Elderly are no longer given the place.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
Woh bhi kya din thay
Kya thi woh raatay
Hoti thi kitni baatay
Hoti thi kitni mulaqaatay
Na kisi cheez ki parwa thi
Na tha koi darr
Rangeen hoti thi shaamay
Raatoy ko sota tha tumharay kandhay pay rakhkar sar
Ab na woh waqt raha
Na raha ** mahol
Ab kissay guftagu karoon
Ay meri tanhai..tu hi bol
(Urdu and Hindi)
English translation
What days those were
What nights were those
There used to be so many conversations
There used to be so many meetings
We didn't care about nothing
Neither was there any fear
The evenings used to be colourful
In the nights i used to sleep resting my head on your shoulders
Today that time doesn't exist
Neither does that atmosphere
Now with whom do i have a conversation
Oh my loneliness...you only tell
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer sai pehlay
Khuda banday sai khud poochay bta teri raza kya hai
Raise yourself to such heights so before every destined act
God Himself asks His creation, what is it your desire
Kee Muhammad (S.A.W) sai wafa toonay to hum tairay hain
Ye jahan cheez hai kya loh o kalam tairay hain
If you are loyal to Muhammad (S.A.W) we are yours
This universe is nothing, the Tablet and the Pen are yours
(Allama Iqbal)
May it be Saadi
Or may it be Sherazi
Mansur or Sachal Sarmast
May it be Rumi or Shams
Rabia Basri or Ganj Bakhsh
Bhatai or Baba Rehman
Ghani Khan or Allama Iqbal
All these God-gifted saints
went by giving the same message
Spreading the same thought
The one and unique
The message of the Truth
Under a million veils lie
Behold,
The one and only
Allah...
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
There are times that I feel I don’t even know you. Times that seem to never fade away. But, as a child who dealt with you leaving day after day I feel like I shouldn’t be so scared. At age 5, I was little boy wishing to be all he could be. A kid that any dad would want. I wanted to be just like you. Big muscles, strong voice and my own company. At age 10, I was growing tired of you. But, I was still a boy, unwilling to see what was actually happening. You’re seemingly unending verbal abuse secrets a deadly poison into my veins. Now as I slowly creep my testosterone levels up, up and away, I’ll start to pull down your kaleidoscope colored curtains. By 15, we couldn’t be more separate. Divided by dinnertime arguments and back-talking homework battles. The more you speak, the more I want to leave this house and never come back. I sometimes wish I could change things but, it’s too little, too late. At age 16 to the day, I step in the labyrinth that confines me to find you raged and red-faced and she is on the phone, canceling the party. My not-so-sweet 16 ended in a hotel room, filled with unshown tears and bags of Cheez-its. Then, I finally decided who you were to me the day I went to tell my mother about my day at school. Tears ran like the free-flowing waters of the Amazon as she tried to defend you’re already broken armor. My brain ran 653 miles an hour as she spoken of a deed I thought unspeakable. You call me on the phone and say “I don’t know what to say, bro.” Well, “bro” how about “I’m sorry for literally breaking every life long lesson I’ve taught you and I’m sorry for smashing the hearts and minds of our family.” That can get you by on our 3 minute 27 second phone call. Now, I look at you and can’t decide. Are you still the man with big muscles, strong voice and his own company? or are the shell of a man I still wish I knew? I wish I could answer but, There are times that I feel like I don’t even know you.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
Khushi Ka ek Naya daurr sa shuru hua tha....
Jo shayad mukammal hone se pehele hi khatm hone ki raah chun chuka tha!!!
Ye Zindagi hi badi ajeeb hai....
Shayad ise jeene k liye Chahiye ek behtar naseeb hai!!!!
Or naseeb k to kya hi kehne..
Hamari Zindagi mein to Hain sirf dukh - dardd na hi Khushi k khoobsurat gehne !!!
Sochte Hain ki ab nayi Zindagi ki shuruwaat kr hi lein....
Lekin hum kya jaanein ki Safar mein to iske Bhi khoonkhaar kaante biche Hain!!!
Lekin kab tk jakde rakhenge khud ko in darr ki bediyon mein ...
Sochte Hain ki ab jee hi lein in khubsurat Himachal ki vaadiyon mein!!
Shayad sb is baat se anjaan Hain ki hum Bhi Kabhi Kuch likhne ki himaakat kr lete Hain.....
Chalo Acha hi h, jee Lene dete Hain unhe is bhram mein ki hum har cheez mein nakkamyab rehte Hain!!!
@HeartlyxPoems
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 2:43 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
Mai jee raha tha adhoora aaj tak,
Chahiye the saath tera mujhe har waqt,
Maangta tha tujhe paane ke hazaro mannat,
Iss baar Khuda ne sun li thi meri yeh ibadat ,
Aaj hai mere paas ek behen, joh sune meri har baat,
Ek behen, joh jhele mere bachpane ko har raat,
Dil se keh raha hoon, meri behen meh kuch toh alag hai baat,
Maa baap ne sabh kuch diya, par kuch cheez thi adhoori,
Aaj tum aagayi ** aur voh cheez ** gayi hai poori,
Meri pyaari behen, tum ** itni nek,
Mai fakr se keh sakta hoon, tum ** laakhon meh ek, Laakhon meh ek....
Pratyush.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Like a C-clamp
pistons in my ears
drawing together as if magnets
drawing together as a punishment
for having thought for myself
for having thought of others
for having thought and
my thoughts diverge like
a meteor shower
splaying hither a-thither like
blood spatter at a crime scene but
the victim will not be silenced
even in death there is an
effluence of ideas like
beads at Mardi Gras and
a sense of here and now expands like
easy-cheez on a ******* and
your vice-like grip on my mindset will
not
contain my ideas
because my mind is a river
undammed and
inherently willful
because my mind is
set free
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
akhiyan taras gaiyan
Ve tainu vekhan nu
Mera fukke kaalja ve
Teri galwakdi nu
Khaure kehre des geya
Jitho ve murhda nahi
Aardassa karda
Nitt peer manauna aa
Tere deedar di taang rehndi
he menu majajne
pata nai kithe kho gaye ** tuci
pata nai kithe chale gaye ** tuci
har pase thuhanu labda rehnda ha
har choore wali nu eh soch ke dekhda ha
ki shyad thuhada chehra dekhan nu mil jawe
par sirf iko cheez mildi he
mayuusi
menu pata *** thuhanu
koi farak nai penda mere to
menu eh bi pata ki *** thuhanu
mere mare te bi koi fark ni pena
dukh hi sale ewe de dite ne me
par me sach kaha
thuhade samne ni anda ***
bus jo bi he
ethe likhda rahunga
shyad kade thuhanu read karn da time mil jawe
sala likhde likhde akhan wich paani a gea
ena jajbati pata nai kad to ban gea me
but eh agg bujan nai deni me kade
eh tadap kade mukkan nai deni me kade
thuhuhanu hasda dekhan lai
thuhade samne bi na awanga me
kush reho te ghar basao apna
te us bande nu bi kush rakheo
jide naal *** ** tuci
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
*Why, O Lord,
In your wisdom that knows no bounds,
Must you architect man's hands
To not penetrate with ease
Onto the narrow cavity of thy cheez-it box?*
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
Atid ke khate bhare pare hai mere goonaho'n se
Kuch bhi to nahi dekhane ko din qayamat ke
Per haqeer na dekho aye logo'n mujko
Chand keemti cheez hai mere zamanat ke
Uski rahmat se hargis mayoos nahi'n
Kuch aa'nsoo hai mere Allah ke pass nadamat ke
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
I can hear the war
Being fought through the radio
Somehow it's more
Real now
Unlike anything Americans have fought before
A dark-eyed man
Is crying foreign tears
On a dirt floor
Giving new meaning to dirt poor
Feeling his daughters' faces
Through years of calluses
He's got three little girls
That his failed eyes can't find anymore
The bullet in his forehead
Took his sight
His three little lives
His whole world
And that's probably not the worst
On either side
I'm in a warm bed
Winter in the midwest
Drifting off to foreign correspondence
Thinking
I am out of mascara,
Cheez-its, toilet paper
I need to buy more
And I'm craving Starbucks
Chai tea
Sounds so good right now
The gas in my car
Probably came from an olive-skinned backyard
I'm not doing anything to help
I should move to Canada
Where I'll feel less responsible
For indirectly taking lives
I'm disappointed in myself
For buying new shoes
Enjoying good *****
Taking it for granted
That I got into a good school
I want it to show
Want people to know
That I stand for more
Than my selfish
First world problems
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
Let's run away,
in a beaten up, old clunker,
with nothing but a box of Cheez-its,
and a collection of albums from The Beatles.
Let's take every face we meet,
and paint them onto every street corner,
stealing sweet peaches ,and juicy oranges
from each vendor along the way.
Let's take the ash
others have put in our mouths,
and dip our fingers in the black,
streaking lines on our faces like warpaint.
Let's live
this crazy, beautiful life,
that you and I have spun
out of frowns and false eyelashes,
and have turned into something worthwhile,
Because we'll be the ones
they write about in novels on best seller's lists
We'll be the ones who create their own world,
because they were too good for the one already in place,
And you and I will be the ones
to look back on our lives, even
with blood-stained palms touching,
and laugh how none of them mattered
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
Happiness comes slowly
weaving its way through the butterflies in your stomach
as you step into the hall, seeing
all the open doors
wondering which to knock on, who to know.
Then it’s diagonal crossing
and shaking fish. It’s a group picture that still hangs in your best friend’s room to remind you of how much you can age in a year.
Suddenly it’s the ballet and lingering looks. It’s drunk astronomy videos, and tea with second intentions. It’s well developed boys with delicate minds, who are more hurt by misthrown words. (I’m sorry, still. Those months of silence did a number on me too.)
It’s red lips and falling leaves. It’s pulling yourself together out of the pieces spread around campus, and creating one rule: don’t **** DSig boys.
Then it’s floorcest, but this time more wholesome. It’s meeting the man who’s sure to be your best-man at your wedding, and wondering how you could be so similar, could love someone so much. It’s being scared that people aren’t puzzle pieces and losing one to gain another is never the same. But then realizing that maybe the original piece didn’t fit that well to begin with.
It’s a long night at the hospital, because family is family even if you never share secrets. Because sometimes cheez-it crumbs can heal souls.
Then it’s snowstorms, and gossip nights. It’s living with your best friends 24/7 and picking each one up as they threaten to unravel. It’s chugging earl gray and crying over gluten free brownies. It’s getting used to a pseudo-something only to have the ground shift under your feet––again. And then it’s growth. It’s loving other people enough to know when you’re wrong, when to let go.
Finally it’s peace, and midterm cramming. It’s shedding layers of skin and coats so the sun can finally scab over your innocence. It’s making the exodus from your room to hole up in a coffee shop and write, because the school listens now. It’s knowing that so long as you know how to cover a hickey, you’ll never really lose your status as mom.
It’s loving. Happiness is loving. Every stolen moment and stupid, idiotic escapade; every too big personality surrounded by too small quarters.
It is holding fast to the spirit of youth, letting years to come do what they may with the tattooed six on your heart.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
it feels like the first day of spring
and I keep turning away from the sun
because every time it hits my legs
my body convulses and tingles from the heat.
sixty-eight degrees outside
I'm wearing a winter hat and sweater
minty green with patterns that look like Cheez-Its.
my shoes give me ****** blisters
but I wear them anyway because they're new
and complete my ****** outfit
and my feet will question,
and ache
and plead
you are my feet
you bolster my body
every bone, limb, and muscle
and I constantly destroy you
******* you, scratch you, dismantle.
I am that one pair of shoes in the back of your closet
that never feels the tension of your toes
because after an hour of my presence,
you remember why I was stashed there in the first place.
and even though I'm new to you
I can only hope to complete the transcendence of your outfit, too
complete your already perfect everything
and despite my careless bruising
I long to be your favorite shoe.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
Menu pata ki tuci menu
Hamesha gakt samjna he
Aj tak bi ta galt hi samjea he
Te age bi galt samjna
Bus thuahnu ehi lagda ki tuci sahi te me galt
Me shyd u di expectations te khara na utrea howa
But ik gal he jina me u nu oyar kita kade kisi nu nai kita
But me apne aap nu hor hurt nai kr sakda
Metho eh pain seh nai hunda
Te me is cheez cho bahar niklna chanda
Aj to no sad song
Na hi thuhadi profile dekhni
Na hi purania emails padnia
Me aj tak apni email id delete nai c kiti, noonelikeme wali
But aj oh bi delete kr deni
Me apni purania conversation read nai krna chanda
Bus heena jjad tuci move on ** sakde
Ta me bi ** jana
Me apnia ids actiavte kr laiya
Te whatapp bi chAla lea
Me *** thoda ksuh hona he
Bye heena ji
Will miss u till my last breath
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC