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"chuo" poems
Aaja ab paas mere kahin der na ** jaaye, Abhi pyar karne ki lagan hai kahin jindagi beet na jaaye, Tu bhi kahin ehsaas to karta hi hoga , Chup chuo k meri chahat pe guroor to karta hoga, Beet jaane k baad agar mere tu lautkar aaya, To yaad rajhna kahin kho dene ka sadma tujhme na ubar aaye, Nahi chahta mai k tere dil me gam e bahar aaye, Aaja ab paas mere kahin der na ** jaaye.... Silsila rok de ab mujhse nafrat jatane ka, Shabab gahra hoga mere dil se tere dil ko milane ka, Khamosh hokar yun intjaar karna nahi acha, Ab to bole do kahin chahne vala tera hamesha k liye khamosh na ** jaaye, Din beet na jaayr kaali raat thahar hi na jaaye, Betaabi badhti ja rhi hai yujhe paane ki, Ab rok de intjaar k lamhon ko kahin bahut der na ** jaaye, Aaja mere paas ab kahin der na ** jaaye.
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC
Tere liye
You're lost, today. Or well, you got lost, today. Hell, not really. You know exactly where you are, which is really a very good thing, because you're not really paying attention, to the things that you should, like, say, walking, and not, say, bumping into things, or slipslipping off the platform edge But, not really. You don't actually want to slip off the side of the Chuo line. Because then all the trains would stop, and it's already slow, because someone's already jisatsu shita themselves, before six o'clock in the morning, and you wouldn't want to be an inconvenience... Suicide's really not at all how you're lost. You're scared lost. Not death lost. You know the difference. You should be fine, now. you thought your dad was going to die Simple thing, it was. coughing up blood, of all things And it happened Saturday, and your mom started crying And today's Monday, and you were her rock, So you should be fine, but come Sunday everything was fine Everyone's still alive, even if Monday dad's staying home, But you're so so not fine, and you waited to cry 'til you were alone, Because you're still so scared you're just scared. Now, you're just waiting. The train at yotsuya, doesn't come, for another 20 minutes, and so much, for leaving the apartment at five, to get to school, on time. Everyone at school, would say you like to read. And they're not wrong, no, they're not, but the words just fly bye bye off the page, and dad's gaunt face, is all you can see, and so much, for trying to read. You look around instead, And you're beginning to feel antsy, when you see her. the girl - she's older than you, but not by much - who looks lost. she's not death lost or scared lost, just direction lost, and maybe the universe knew you needed someone lost to make you not lost any longer. You're lost, because everything in your head is all muddled up, and all you can think about, is that night, and it's like everything else is a haze, but you know it shouldn't be, so lost is the best word, that works right now. The lost girl, who's young, Italian, and speaks English but not Japanese, though that you'd already figured out, Is direction lost, looking for her train, Standing at the platform behind yours, And wondering why it's not there. You tell her to go up, and over, To get on the local line, Because there's a delay, with this train, that you carefully don't mention that it is because of a jisatsu, and maybe she's done nothing, but ask you for help, yet When she thanks you, you smile without thinking about it, and then your train, has finally arrived, But you are fine. You're still scared. And you're not quite okay. But neither are you quite as lost as you were before. lost in any way.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
Different Sort of Lost
You're lost, today. Or well, you got lost, today. Hell, not really. You know exactly where you are, which is really a very good thing, because you're not really paying attention, to the things that you should, like, say, walking, and not, say, bumping into things, or slipslipping off the platform edge But, not really. You don't actually want to slip off the side of the Chuo line. Because then all the trains would stop, and it's already slow, because someone's already jisatsu shita themselves, before six o'clock in the morning, and you wouldn't want to be an inconvenience... Suicide's really not at all how you're lost. You're scared lost. Not death lost. You know the difference. You should be fine, now. you thought your dad was going to die Simple thing, it was. coughing up blood, of all things And it happened Saturday, and your mom started crying And today's Monday, and you were her rock, So you should be fine, but come Sunday everything was fine Everyone's still alive, even if Monday dad's staying home, But you're so so not fine, and you waited to cry 'til you were alone, Because you're still so scared you're just scared. Now, you're just waiting. The train at yotsuya, doesn't come, for another 20 minutes, and so much, for leaving the apartment at five, to get to school, on time. Everyone at school, would say you like to read. And they're not wrong, no, they're not, but the words just fly bye bye off the page, and dad's gaunt face, is all you can see, and so much, for trying to read. You look around instead, And you're beginning to feel antsy, when you see her. the girl - she's older than you, but not by much - who looks lost. she's not death lost or scared lost, just direction lost, and maybe the universe knew you needed someone lost to make you not lost any longer. You're lost, because everything in your head is all muddled up, and all you can think about, is that night, and it's like everything else is a haze, but you know it shouldn't be, so lost is the best word, that works right now. The lost girl, who's young, Italian, and speaks English but not Japanese, though that you'd already figured out, Is direction lost, looking for her train, Standing at the platform behind yours, And wondering why it's not there. You tell her to go up, and over, To get on the local line, Because there's a delay, with this train, that you carefully don't mention that it is because of a jisatsu, and maybe she's done nothing, but ask you for help, yet When she thanks you, you smile without thinking about it, and then your train, has finally arrived, But you are fine. You're still scared. And you're not quite okay. But neither are you quite as lost as you were before. lost in any way.
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Berni chalo ler chieng jiduto gombo bedo kodi jolweny thao jogoro goro jo chwecho chwecho poets ndiko jogedo gedo Ruothi nindo otamo jothumbe gocho chuo matek tek tho ne herani erani loko chuo joneko kona gima onego atim
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
Be-r-ne