"dede" poems - Hello Poetry

Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha, Pyar karle tu mujhse jara sa, etna bhi mat ban anjan tu, waqt dede apna thora sa, Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha, Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha. ... wothon par meri muskan teri hain, **** me mere jaan teri hain, Dil to samjhta hain sirf pyar ki bhasha, Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha. .., Tere bin sari duniya suna sa, Rahne laga hoon main mra mra sa, Mud ke dekh lo sanam jara sa, tu meri aakhiri abhilasha, tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. .. .. Jab se tera main ** gya hoon, tere khawabo me kho gya hoon, Kyon khafa ** mujhse bata do zara sa, tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. ., tere dard ko maine apna bna liya, apni sari khushi tujhpe luta diya, Kyoki do dilo ka milan hi hota hain pyar ki paribhasha, Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha, tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. ..

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 9:15 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

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC

Akash-mazumdar

can u do this...?

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

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Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Shsh, Shsh Shsh, Ffwka ffwka ffwka, Five, Four, Three, Two, Oooooonnnnnneeeee, Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwoooooochhhhhhhhitttttt, Now get down, I get down, Now get down, I get down, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhhhhhhhh, Vooooooooo Booom, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Uuuuuuhwaaaaaaaa

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Jun 5, 2010

Jun 5, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC

jonathan-valonis

Awesome

Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Shsh, Shsh Shsh, Ffwka ffwka ffwka, Five, Four, Three, Two, Oooooonnnnnneeeee, Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwoooooochhhhhhhhitttttt, Now get down, I get down, Now get down, I get down, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhhhhhhhh, Vooooooooo Booom, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Uuuuuuhwaaaaaaaa

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when the Kwabena Nketia twisted in proverbs when the Seprewa strings plug to tune when the Handel composed to interest was it done for us? when the Crosby played and sang when the Amakye Dede planned to entertain when the Vivaldi sat down to think was it done on purpose? when the Ludovico played to uplift the spirit when the Fire side stories were told to be remembered when the da Vinci painted to last was it done for our generation? yes , I believe so may be the present generation are not informed may be the present generation are not of interest how can we forget our past how can we forget our forefathers how can we forget what we were born with do we still have our cultural traits in mind do we still have our cultural elements to be exhibited do we still have something to be shown to the world if not, let us go back to the old days SANKOFA SANKOFA SANKOFA WE ARE NEVER LATE ON DOING WHAT IS RIGHT

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Aug 13, 2015

Aug 13, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC

raphael-opare-larbi

SANKOFA

when the Kwabena Nketia twisted in proverbs when the Seprewa strings plug to tune when the Handel composed to interest was it done for us? when the Crosby played and sang when the Amakye Dede planned to entertain when the Vivaldi sat down to think was it done on purpose? when the Ludovico played to uplift the spirit when the Fire side stories were told to be remembered when the da Vinci painted to last was it done for our generation? yes , I believe so may be the present generation are not informed may be the present generation are not of interest how can we forget our past how can we forget our forefathers how can we forget what we were born with do we still have our cultural traits in mind do we still have our cultural elements to be exhibited do we still have something to be shown to the world if not, let us go back to the old days SANKOFA SANKOFA SANKOFA WE ARE NEVER LATE ON DOING WHAT IS RIGHT

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In my dreams I'm scared of things Scared of death and all it brings Scared that you might read these things Scared of the future, Scared of human beings The man in the shop, The person in power The child that sings a new song every hour Beckoning me back to a time of few worries None of bills, None of health, None of politics and prowess None of *** None of being scared to talk or talking too pc None of babies nor showers Or when's the next happy hour I jot this all down in the hope I'll remember The feeling I felt when I woke up this morning Dawn was arriving but not here quite yet I woke to a craving of diluted squash Mercan Dede still playing quietly, gently and soft I thought of enlightenment And how it could be Worryless, Fearless, Content with all But not for real The fear keeps you alive And the worries keep you sane But it's nice to wonder and ponder now and again Of how free you felt whilst cooped up inside It's nice to think it was better back then but where did I really go when I was just 10

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Aug 7, 2016

Aug 7, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC

oliver-onley

In my dreams

In my dreams I'm scared of things Scared of death and all it brings Scared that you might read these things Scared of the future, Scared of human beings The man in the shop, The person in power The child that sings a new song every hour Beckoning me back to a time of few worries None of bills, None of health, None of politics and prowess None of *** None of being scared to talk or talking too pc None of babies nor showers Or when's the next happy hour I jot this all down in the hope I'll remember The feeling I felt when I woke up this morning Dawn was arriving but not here quite yet I woke to a craving of diluted squash Mercan Dede still playing quietly, gently and soft I thought of enlightenment And how it could be Worryless, Fearless, Content with all But not for real The fear keeps you alive And the worries keep you sane But it's nice to wonder and ponder now and again Of how free you felt whilst cooped up inside It's nice to think it was better back then but where did I really go when I was just 10

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Ni singulal ni plujal En la islaj linguiticaj. Nadie puedentendel na Hablando asi Boca floja del trópico Llena de pernil Se oye dede laamaca Sumelgida en Malta Goya Rebalando en la chojera Fumando en el cajo Encantao cantando En el coro Con el patol Eperando La huracán Peroigan: Utede debe usal maj Lo muculoj orale y maxilofaciale Paablal... Onadietevaentendel

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Sep 4, 2019

Sep 4, 2019 at 9:39 AM UTC

connecthook

Lengua isleña

Ni singulal ni plujal En la islaj linguiticaj. Nadie puedentendel na Hablando asi Boca floja del trópico Llena de pernil Se oye dede laamaca Sumelgida en Malta Goya Rebalando en la chojera Fumando en el cajo Encantao cantando En el coro Con el patol Eperando La huracán Peroigan: Utede debe usal maj Lo muculoj orale y maxilofaciale Paablal... Onadietevaentendel

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