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Shrivastva MK Jun 2015
Meri zindagi gumnaam ** ***
tumse bichhar kar,
Mar jayenge hum ab ro ro kar,
Ye dil bhi najane kyon ruk ruk ke kah raha hai,
Kyon rula rahe ** tum mujhe bar bar ek naya dard bankar,
Ek naya dard bankar,

Tum to bhul gye wo purani batein,
Reh gye mere paas teri ye dard dene wali yaadein,
Kyon jhuk jati teri ye nazare mujhe dekh kar,
Bhula denge tumhe hum ek anjaan bankar,
ek anjaan bankar..
shikha pandey Mar 2015
Kash tum meri zindagi me aae hi na hote,
To shayad aaj ye akelapan mujhe mehsus hi na hota.....
Mai akeli thi aur akelapan meri aadat ban chuki thi,
Zindagi se koi ummeed bhi ni thi mujhe...
Par jab tumne mera saath dene ka wada kiya,
Man hi man mujhe apni zindagi se lagaav sa ** gya...
Jine lagi thi mai,
Zindagi se ummeedein rakhne lagi thi mai...
Jo barish ki bunde mujhe kaaton ki tarah chubhti thi,
Jiski awaaj mujhme ek bechaini si paida karti thi...
Wo barish ki bunde mujhpe ab phulon ki tarah barasne lgi thi,
Uski awaaj me mai saat suro ko mehsus krne lgi thi.....
Kash tum meri zindagi me aae hi na hote,
To is akelepan se koi shikayat hi na hoti....
Kash tm meri zindagi me aae hi na hote to is akelepan se koi ummeed hi na hoti..
Kash tum meri zindagi me aae hi na hote...
Kash tum meri zindagi me aae hi na hote.....!!!!!!!
Shrivastva MK Sep 2015
MAA

Maa mamta ki phool hai,
maa pyaar ka samundar hai,
badal de dhukh ko bhi sukh mein,
Maa ke andar karuna ka wo bhandar hai,

Maa duniya ki janani hai,
Maa surya ki raushani hai ,
jinke paas maa hai wo nirdhan nahi ,kyoki
maa wo khushio ki lakshmi hai,

Maa in othon ki muskurahat hai,
Maa baccho ki taqdeer hai ,
Maa hai hamare path nirmata ,
maa us devi ki tasveer hai ,

                PITA

Pita ghar ka anushashan hai,
pita maa ka sindoor hai,
baccho ko sahi galat ki siksha dene wale ,
pita Wo shikshak ki tasveer hai ,

pita ghar ka maan hai ,
Pita us devta saman hai ,
baccho ke bhavishya ujwal karne wala ,
Pita wo takatwar vartamaan hai,

Pita maa ki muskurahat hai ,
Pita maa ki bindiya hai ,
jahan  bashta baccho ka jahan,
Pita ghar ki wo khushia hai ,

maat pita jinke paas wo sabse dhani hai,
na ** kabhi inhe dukh ye pran hume karni hai,
inka Sahara bankar kare inka samman ,
yehi hamare pooja yahi hamare bhagwaan..
Dedicated to my parents
Aap
Ek naadan parinde ka haath aapne thaama,
Apne dil mein diya sabse khubsurat thikana.

Phool ki mehak ko jaata nahi churaya.
Suraj ki kirne ko jaata nahi chupaya.

Khuda ne itna sikhaya hai mujhe,
Aapke liye dua karu khud se pehle.

Mere dil ka dard kisne hai dekha,
Ye dost muskaan ke peeche ki kahani padh leta.

Vaada karte hain ye rishta dil se nibhayenge,
Aapki shiddat mein hadd se guzar jayenge.

Dil se maangi thi dua rabb se,
Qubool hui ibadat mulakaat hui jab aapse.

Duniya ki daulat hey ishwar nahi chahiye mujhe,
Sabse anmol tohfa mila jo jud gaye sanjog unse.

Dadhkano ki dadhakti har awaaz hai sirf unki,
Pyaar mein tabdil ** gayi hamari dosti.

Chand sa hai mukhda,
Mere jigar ka tukda.

Bin tere jiyenge ab hum na ek pal,
Tujhse juda hai aane wala har kal.

Bhut sataya humne aapko aapka jawab dene mein,
Hanji hum bhi chahte hain aapko aapki shiddat se.

Jud gye dil se dil tak,
Mujh par sirf hai aapka hakk.

Rooh se rooh ka rishta hai hamara,
Tujh bin ek pal nahi humein gavara.

Chadha diya hum par rang apna,
Poora hua ek pyaara sa sapna.

Aasman mein jab tak sitaro ka hai basera,
Ek dusre ka hain hum sahara.

Meri zindagi ke saaton janam hai aapke naam,
Aapke hi rahenge hum bheja khuda ko paigaam.

Pyaar mera rago mein lahu ban daude,
Apna sab kuch tum par qurbaan kar de.

Tum saath ** tou zindagi mein hai bahaar,
Tere bina zindagi bhi hai meri bekaar.

Khuda kasam har saans sirf tumhari,
Tumse hi judi hai zindagi hamari.

Rabb jaane kya lekh likhe unhone,
Milaya hai jab aage bhi whi sambhale.

Mai teri ** gayi haa mahiya,
Har kadam saath hain hum saathiya.

Rabb se pehle tumko yaad kiya,
Apna dil tumhe de diya .

Sacchi mohabbat tumse kar baithe,
Pta nahi chala kab hum aapke ** gye.

Zindagi se judi hai hayat aapki,
Aapka pyaar jaise maa ki thapki.

Har mod par saath hai aapke,
Chahe waqt kitni karwat badal le.

Aapki pagli sirf aapki hai yaara,
Tum bin kaun hai hamara.

Intezaar hai besabri se humein us din ka,
Jis din aapke naam se judega naam hamara.

Aapka har dukh hamara hai sajna,
Hamari har khushi par naam hai aapka.

Tumko bhi hai khabar,
Aye mere humsafar.

Maut ki gaud mein sone ke baad bhi,
Alwida nahi hai kehna humein kabhi.

Gujarish hai khuda se ,
Kabhi juda na karna unse.

Ek sang hi mitti ki chadar odh so jayenge,
Sacchi mohabbat dil se nibhayenge.

Mohabbat se kai upar hai mohaabat aapse,
Aisa koi shabd nahi jo ise piro ske.

Chaha tha humesha se humsafar mahadev jaisa,
Qubool hui dua hamari jo mila mahiya aisa.

Dilon ki awaaz mein hai itna asar,
Yaad kare joo ** jaati hai khabar.

Ibadat karne ka wo khubsurat lamha mile,
Tou hum apne humsafar  ke saamne sajda kar le.
Shrivastva MK May 2015
Maa tere pyar ke aanchal me
pale bade hum,
tere sikhaye hua rashte par
chalte hain hum,
Maa tujhe kabhi bhi na ** dukh,
eske lia bhagwan se prathna karte hain hum,
Maa tere pyar ke aanchal me
pale bade hum. ..


Tere charano me maa
ye dunia sari dhikhti hain,
baccho ke lia maa tu bhagwan si lagti hain,
tujhe maa kabhi bhi na denge dukh hum ,
Maa tere pyar ke aanchal me
pale bade hum. ..


Maa apne baccho ke lia
jaan bhi de deti hain,
kahti hain Maa
mere bete tujhe kuchh hone na
denge hum,
Maa tere pyar ke aanchal me
pale bade hum. .
Maa ko dukh dene wale
rote hain aakhri dum .. .
maa tere pyar ke aanchal me
pale bade hum ..
Dedicated to my mother
                                 Shrivastva MK
Prime Rhyme Time Jun 2020
Pyaar to kai trha k hote h
Mgr na jaane hmara ye ksa pyaar h
Pyaar k to kai naamo ko ME btadu
Magar smjh NH aata ki hmare is pyaar ko ME kya naam du
Jo kbhi hsata h  to kbhi rulata h
Kabhi naraj krta h to kbhi mnata h
Or jb shk krta h to uske agle hi Pal khud se jyada ykin krne lgta h
Agr khuda b aa kr hmare is pyaar ko byaan krne ki koshish kre  to shyd vo b nakamyab **
Kuki hmara pyaar vo nhi jo lfzo ME byaan **
Pta h mera dil bht ziddi h..  Hmesha ek hi zid krta h
Khta h ki vo tumse milna chahta h.
Tumhare kareeb hone ka ahsas mhsus krna chahta h
tumhari baaho ME jo sukoon milta h vo sukoon mhsus krna chahta h
Tmhari aakho ME aakhe daal k tumse bt krna chahta h
Tumhara haath thamna chahta h
Lekin me usko daat k chup kra deti hn
Mgr kya kru yr apne aasu rok NH paati hn
** ske to Mj cchor k kbhi mt jana
Kuki agr tum mj cchor k chle gye to me apni rooh ko NH smjha paungi ki ab b  **** ME ruk jana
Agr Tmko mjse door jaana b pde to khud ko kbhi akela mt smjhna
Me US lmha tmhare aas paas hi hongi mj mhsus kr k dkhna
Hr Pal dr lgta h tmhe kho dene se
Mgr phr khudko smjhati hn ki is janam nhi to kya hua, agle janam kon rok skta h tmhe mera ** dene Se
Me nh janti ki hmara saath kb tk h
Mgr itna jaanti hn ki hmari rooh ek tb tk h suraj chand jb tk h..
Shrivastva MK Jun 2015
Duniya ko janam dene wali maa
Teri mamta kaha kho ***,
insan insan ko mar raha
Aadmi ki niyat haiwan si ** ***,
Roh pare wo bhi
Jisne banaya ye jahan,
Dekh es duniya ki surat usne bhi kaha,
Badal raha insan,
Ab badal raha insan......


Tumhare sikhaye hua raste se
bhatak raha insan,
Lut ke ejjat ek aurat ki
Mita di mamta ki pahchan,
Kar ke dhuli aanchal teri
Badal raha insan,
Ab badal raha insan.......


Kash! na hoti duniya
Na rahta insan,
Bata ke roya "Manish" bhi
Kalyugi insan ki pahchan,
Badal raha insan,
Ab badal raha insan.....
Endless love, Cruelty, Endless Humanity
29 August ko hui thi pehli mulakaat,
Taraste they sunne ko wo unki aahat.

5 september ko hui unki dosti,
Ek ladki jo shaadi se bhut darti.

Intezaar mein baithe rehte they wo,
Baar baar niharte shayad koi paigaam aaya **.

Hokar mayoos fir laut jaate,
Maheeno baad messages ke reply aate.

Bhut intezaar kara hai mahadev ne,
Milne ko apni shivani se.

Izhaar tou bhut baar kiya tha unhone,
Har baar mazak mein taal diya pagli ne.

Wo bhi bhut pyaar karti thi,
Par haa mein jawab dene se darti.

9 maheene tak intezaar karaya,
Fir ek din bn gyi unka humsaaya.

Tham liya ek duje ka haath,
Dene ke liye janam janam ka saath.

31 may zindagi ka sabse khaas din,
Ek pal bhi guzar nahi sakte bin.

Chand ko pyaari hai chandni jaise,
Dil se dil jude hain aise.

Chahe meelon dur hain wo,
Mehsoos kar skte hain ehsaaso ko.

Ek aisi pavitra paak rooh hai unki,
Khuda smjh ibadat kr sakti.
Yatharth lakhan Feb 2014
Mene suna he ki vo aaj bhi vahi intazar karti he
shayad ab bhi mujse pyar karti he
mene nahi chaha kabhi usase juda hona
par vahi he ke jamane se na jane kyo darti he
ham to yaado ke sahare ji lenge uski
or vo he ke yaado ko dene se darti he
kya hoga gar chal bhi gaya pata jamane ko
fikr mat karo kuch logo ko kisse mil jayenge is jalim duniya ko sunane ko
bare gor se sunegi dasta ye hamari duniya
kabhi na kabhi yad to karegi
is jamane ke dar se bhichade ham divano ko
Tujhe chhoone par hai lagta
Tu jalti jwala re!
Tujhe niharne par lagta
Tu chaand ka tukda re!
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya
Ore Priya re!
Tere sang Tere sang ishq hua re!
Bana Dene jaisa lagti ** tum
Ek chitra!
Are munh tumhara ek
Paan ka patta
Bana Dee gayi lagti ** tum
Ek moorti!
Sach jaisi
Konark ki kala kirti
Tujhe padhne se lagti hai tu
Sach mein  ek kahani re
Tujhe gaane see lagta
Tu ek geet re!
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya tune
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya toone
Ore Priya re!
**** bhar Teri
Rajnigandha ki khushboo
Teri chaal mein
Raj hansini ka chhand!
Barasne jaisa pyar tumhara
Madhu ki varsha!
Sabhi or hoti hai
Bas teri hi charcha
Tujhe tolne par
Tu lagti
Ek phool re!
Tujhe dhaalne par lagti
Tu kuchh rang re!
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya toone
Ore Priya re!

Tere sang Tere sang ishq hua re!
judy smith Apr 2016
London fashion designer ­Carmina De Young is bringing her first ready-to-wear collection to market with the support of two local fashion mavens, wardrobe and image consultant Susan Jacobs, and business mentor Gloria Dona.

De Young’s Spring/Summer 2016 collection is now available by appointment at the Pop with Purpose studio,

The studio recently held an informal fashion show featuring De Young’s collection.

De Young was born and raised in Puebla, Mexico and discovered her passion as a young child, taking inspiration from her mother’s creative flair for fashion and design.

A graduate of Fanshawe College’s Fashion Design program, De Young’s clothing has been showcased locally and on national platforms, including at Vancouver Fashion Week and at the Caisa Fashion Show at Western University.

De Young started her own label in 2012 and now has a 25-piece ready-to-wear collection ranging from office to casual activities to a night on the town.

Each piece is available in size XS to XL with prices ranging from $79 to $259.

Instead of trying to break into the notoriously-difficult retail market, Dona and Jacobs offered to bring the De Young collection directly to London women through the Pop with Purpose studio.

“We love that we can offer women locally designed and manufactured clothing where they know the designer and know that they are helping make dreams come true,” says Jacobs. “There’s power in that. It’s incredible.”

Topspin scoops award

London-based Topspin Technologies Ltd., has been awarded the Synapse Life Sciences award for innovation in health. Their product, the Topspin360, beat out more than 60 invited applicants for products that demonstrate an innovation in health in Ontario.

This award follows the London-based Techalliance “Techcellence” award the company won earlier this year.

The Topspin360 is the first patented training device that helps improve neck muscles to reduce concussion risk.

Theo Versteegh, who earned his PhD in physiotherapy from Western University in 2016, developed the device after watching the Sidney Crosby hit in 2011 that caused his concussion.

Versteegh found that many sports concussions are the result of the whiplash effect.

The Topspin can be used in all sports, especially those at high risk for concussion, and also in military applications.

Northerner joins Fortune

David Ramsay, a former cabinet minister in the government of the Northwest Territories, has joined the board of directors of London-based Fortune Minerals .

Ramsay has more than 20 years of elected public office experience in the Northwest Territories. His cabinet portfolios included industry, justice, transportation and public utilities.

Fortune is working with three levels of government on infrastructure projects important to the success of the company’s NICO gold-cobalt-bismuth-copper project in the Northwest Territories.

One project is a 94-kilometre all-season highway to the community of Whati, northwest of Yellowknife.

The road is supported by the Tlicho Government, a Dene First nation and would reduce the cost of living and improve the quality of life in the outlying Tlicho communities and promote economic activity. Fortune has already received environmental assessment approval to build a spur road from Whati to the NICO mine.

Delta hosts bridal show

The London Wedding Professionals will hold their second Bridal Showcase at the Delta London Armouries on April 30.

The event offers a smaller, more intimate experience for brides to meet local wedding industry experts, ask questions, and get inspired for their wedding day.

The show features products and services from professionals including gowns, photography, florists, venues, DJs, hair and makeup and wedding planners.

The showcase also puts a focus on inspiring brides with Vignettes throughout the space showcasing different themes or colour palettes.

The show runs from 11 a.m-3 p.m. and admission is free.

Student makes his pitch

Sean Cornelius from St. André Bessette Catholic secondary school in London is one of 20 teenage entrepreneurs heading to Toronto May 8–10 to compete in this year’s edition of the Young Entrepreneurs, Make Your Pitch competition

Selected from the 204 two-minute video pitches entered, Cornelius earned the right to participate in a Dragon’s Den-style pitch contest at Discovery, Ontario Centres of Excellence’s annual innovation-to-commercialization conference, to be held on May 9 at Metro Toronto Convention Centre.

Hamilton Road looks ahead

Business people in the Hamilton Road will hold an information meeting Wednesday about the creation of the Community Improvement Plan that could lead to the creation of the Hamilton Road Business Improvement Area. The meeting will be held at 7 p.m. at the BMO Sports Centre on Rectory St. and guest speakers include Mayor Matt Brown and MPP Teresa Armstrong.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/****-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses
Iss daur ka jamana
jane kaha manana
Ek daur aisa tha bhi
Jo sapne the dikhaye
Pura kisi ussi ne
Jisne wo sapne laye ||

Ek daur aaj ka hai
Jo galtiya ginaye
Khud ki nigah me wo
Kabhi khud ko dhundh paye
Kahta hai waqt ab ye
Thoda carrier banaye||

Wo juthe-muthe waade
Kyu usko hai dikhaye
Jite ji mar rahi wo
Leke teri aadaye
Chahat ko bhul baithi
Dene lagi duhayee||

Jo kaash jaan pati
Waade jo tune ki thi
Jo puchti kisi se
Aankhe naa aaj roti
Baat waqt ki hai pyare
Sab aaj hai tumhare
Ek waqt aayega jab
Tum jaljala uthoge
Mai aaj roo rahi hu
Leke teri aadaye
Ek waqt aayega jab
Tujhe denge sab  duhayee
Phir puchnaa kisi se
Teri galtiya ginaye
Jo khud pe roo pada tu
Khud ko hi maaf karna
Naa bolna kisi ko
Kiski lagi lagi duhayee||

Iss daur ka jamana
Jane kaha manana ||

||||
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Ankit Dubey May 2019
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.
Ankit Dubey May 2019
na vasta raha ab mera in sab se,
na kisi aur se aur na hi rab se,
meri jindagi tum ** meri bandagi tum **,
na koi aur chahat,
meri jine ki khwahish bas tum **,
ab to bas pyaar karna chahta hu tumhe,
na vaasta raha ab mera in sab se,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se.....
dil me khwahish bas tumhe pane ki,
sath jine ki aur sath mar jane ki,
ek tu jo mil jaye,
mukammal shayad ye jindagi ** jaye,
na jane aur kitna door jaoge,
ab aa jao,
mai raah dekh raha hu kab se,
na vaasta raha ab mera in sabse,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se......
hai dil me kasak tumse door jane ki,
tumhe paa  lene ki aur fir se kho dene ki,
tum hi ** k ab tak banaya hua mujhe insaan,
na hote tum agar,
mai to kab ka door ** gaya hota is shahar se,
na khush hota kabhi,
na ghabrata kisi gam se,
na vaasta raha ab mera in sabse,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se.....
tum har pahar yaad aati **,
paas aakar fir door chali jati **,
kuj aur pana nahi mai chahta,
ek tum hi ** jise chahta hu mai shiddat se,
hai khayal tumhara hi is dil me,
tum aarjoo ** meri,
bas chahta hu tumko dil k har kone se,
ab rooth bhi nahi pata mai tumhe khone k dar se,
na vaasta raha mera ab in sab se,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se.......
i love u
Ankit Dubey May 2019
Tera aks hi kuj is kadar samaya hai meri ankhon me,
K ajnabi bhi milkar tera naam bata dete hai,
Koi kahta hai k ashik hai ye shakhs kisi ka,
Koi kah deta hai k toota hai dil iska,
Shayad nahi janta hai koi,
K ashik to hu mai apni jindagi ka,
par dil abhi tak meri jindagi ne toda nahi hai,
Gam to hai mujhko mohabbat me mila,
Par shayad isliye k mera mahboob abhi tak mere aagosh me har pal k liye aaya nahi hai,
Haan ashik to hu mai uska par usne dil mera abhi tak toda nahi hai,
Vo door bahut hai mujhse,
Par khata uski nahi hai,
Vo bhi utna hi bechain hai mere liye,
Utni hi tadap hai usme bhi mere kareeb aane ki,
Par shayad jindagi dene vale ki jimmedariuon se aabhi vo farig hua nahi hai,
Haan ashik to hu mai us har saans me mujhko yaad karne vale,
Par dil abhi mohabbat me toota nahi hai,
Intjaar karta to bahut hu uska,
Par intjaar abhi poora hua nahi hai,
Kuj der abhi aur baki hai,
Thode se aansoo abhi bahne aur baki hai,
Dil me thodi c chubhan baki hai ,
Baki hai abhi use apna banan,
Aur thoda sa pyar karna aur baki hai,
Haan ashik to jaroor hu mai us mohabbat me tadpane vale ka,
Par sach to ye b hai k mohabbat me dil abhi toota nahi hai.....
Manvee Chauhan Apr 2020
Kuch ajnabi si halchal..
Kuredd rhi hamare Dil ko pal pal!!
Najaane kya bayaan krna chahti h..
Shayad aane waali koi aandhi h, Jo Hume barbaad krna chahti h!!
Najjane kya Sandesh lekar aai...
Shayad nhi samjh paa rhe hum iski gehraai!!
Kuch andherapan sa chaa rha h...
Jo Hume shayad pal pal maar rha hai!!
Kuch to ajeeb baat hai...
Shayad aane waali ek kaali Raat h!!
Shayad koi apna hi hai iske piche..
Jo dhakel rha Hume sabse niche!!
Shayad qismat mein hai yahi Likha ...
Ki Hain hum uski life ka ek maamuli sa sikka!!
Jo shayad koi keemat nhi rakhta h...
Lekin vo shayad nhi jaanta ki ye sikka Uske liye Jaan Dene ki Bhi himaat rakhta h!!!!!
                                    - manvee chauhan
Panting again I rest
Only now I think of the day
Innocent  gossip in D Block
Adventures of zip-up jackets
Covering a costume gold pendant
Looking at friends through my hair
A fringe that dominates and annoys
Stray eyebrows that linger between deep eyes
Mermaid kicks spray me
Keeping me company when I think
If I could go back I would
Somewhere away from damp air
Like Switzerland or Dalmatian Coasts
Away from denim dungarees on muddy hills
No more ground sheets in his rucksack
Just friends, my cold hands and uneven locks
Closed roads trap me, Typical council
Often fond of stationary cups and dusty hoovers
Just run, be proud to be there up and on
Along D.S Alley throwing my trainers into the boots bay
Avoiding the tainted Dene and his bravado remarks
Those too familiar faces you adapt to loathe
Not listening to banter just a shower and my herbal tea
Off to do revision is my excuse to wonder why I
Accept it and go on tomorrow's dawn is bright
Ayush Gangwar Jan 2019
Han vo ** tum,
Jagah thi khali, jo kisi ne bhar dali
Han vo ** tum,
Khamosh rehta tha, na kisi se kuch kehta tha,
Achanak se aake, ye chuppi todne pr majbur sa kr diya,
Akela tha, thi tanhaiya bht, laga jaise kisi ne dastak di ** dil me, vo dastak dene vali,
Han vo ** tum,
Ajnabi se eshaas ko apna sa bana liya,
Kho raha tha tanhaiyo me, muje zindagi se mila diya,
Gehri neend me tha, muje firse jaga diya,
Han vo ** tum,
Abh jab a gyi ** to fir na jana
Tut jayega ye dil, iss abh na behkana,
Judne ki taqat abh fir nhi mil payegi,
Tu fir chali gyi to shayad ye jaan bhi chali jayegi.
Yeh jaan bhi chali jayegi...
Neeraj katta Jan 2019
Save the birds save your life and save the future

Save ka meaning hai sambhal kar rakhna ya fir bacha kar rakkho.
zindgi kimti hai hamari kya or parindo ki kya

Patango jab door se juda hoti hai to patango ko sambhalne koi na koi aa hi jata hai.
Insaan ladkhadae to use bhi sahare ki zarurat padti hai.
lekin ye janvar chah kar bhi kisi apne ya paraye ki madad nahi kar pata tab bhagwan ne insaan banae ke chalo ab inki dekh rekh insaan karega
Ek waqt tha jab inaan ke pass panchi aaya karte the.

Lekin ab ham inse itne dur ** *** ke inki aankho me dikhai dene laga.
Koi parinda insaan ke karib ane se katrata hai.
Aisa kyu jante **.
Kyu ki hame sirf apni tyohaar apni khushiya pyari hai.
Ham selfish ** ***.
Lekin ek baat or kahu to selfish me bhi self ka jhuta mukhota chadhaya hai hamne use utharne ki zarurat hai.
To plz self se nikalo self respect kamao.
Nk. Happy utrayan.
sai blas u all Sairam
John Ryles Mar 2020
Hedera

I like Ivy when it's very small
Growing on the garden wall
Under control in the right place
Covering up a barren space

Walking in our beautiful dene
Or down beside the brook
I suddenly became aware
Of alien growth arboreal look

Trees that once looked beautiful
Are all changed beyond repair
From root right  up to canopy
A green devil hanging there

The hedera's climbing everywhere
Growing all year round
Covering beautiful foliage
Its ugliness so profound

Obscuring silver birch and native yew
Not a parasite they say
It does not damage our trees
But it certainly looks that way
LLZ Oct 2020
Toh Kya hua ,
Pehenti hu Mei jeans top ya short skirt koi,
Par sabhayta dupatte Vali h ,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Mana ki pasand h mujhe,
Pizza aur burger khana ,
Par maa ke hath se bani chule ki roti bhi pyaar se khane Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Ha hu Mei todi ghamandi aur batameez,
Lekin choto se pyaar ,
Bado ka samman karne Vali hu ,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu

Nahi sajana maang Mei laal rang koi,
Nahi bandhna Gale Mei kala sutra koi
Ab apne swabhimaan aur aajadi ki or kadam badane Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Hath badane valo se,
Hath milane Vali hu,
Buri nazar se dekhne valo ko,
Unhi ke nazaro Mei girane Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Batameezi Kar Jaye gar koi mujhse,
Toh madat ki guhar nahi ,
Muh tod javab Dene Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu!
City girl😊
Aryan Sam Mar 2018
Sajna Ve~ Das Kahton
Aaj Kahton Sajna Haasse
Khossh Ge Ve Bullan Toon
Khamb La Ke Bhro Bi odh Ge
Isqe de Phullan Toon
Painde Ne Wapas Karne
Karze Ni Payara de
Chithe Jad Rabb Kholo Ga
Hisse Jo Yaaran De
Lekhe PE Jaane Dene
Ohde Fir Saare Ni
Mitran Ne Totde Vekhe
Arshaa Toon Taare Ni
Mitran Ne Totde Vekhe
Arshaa Toon Taare Ni...


Badlaan Da Banea Dhooan
Suraj Tak Saddea Ni
Chann Ohda Hor Kise de
Kothe Ja Chaddea Ni(26 feb-2018)
Enha Vi Maan Jawani
Kar Na Tun Naare Ni
Mitran Ne Tutde Vekhe
Arshaa Toon Taare Ni
Mitran Ne Totde Vekhe


Wahla Si Isqe jo Karyea
Sachia Ni Neeta Cho
Ban Ke *** Lafaj Dulu Ga
Baatha Ve Geeta Cho
Gallan C Jo Vi Krian
Gallan Reh Jaan Giaan
Gallan Cho Hisse Ayian
Peedan Bas Haan Diaan
Kehdi Okaat No Labh Di
Firdi Motiyaare Ni
Mitran Ne Totde Vekhe
Arshaa Toon Taare Ni
Aj fer rona aya
Lawrence Hall Sep 2018
O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen!
Queen of our hearts and hopes, and of the May
Sweet Empress over forest, down, and dene,      
And happy Sunrise over the pilgrim’s way

O let us crown Our Queen with leaf and flower
Gathered this morning in the dawnlit dew
For we in this Island are Her true dower
Pledging our faith with thorn and rose and yew

She gives us Her feast day, cool and quiet and green -
O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen!
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Akta Agarwal Mar 2021
Har pal yh baat satati hai
Aaene hme fir dikhati hai
Bewafae ni hmari yh hai
Magar kehe na sake ki tujhe ab v cahteh hai
Tune waadeh kiye the waqt dene ka hme
Magar fir na ske apna hme
Mauka v diya or dastur v hmne
Par sayad kismat m na tha saath hmara
Cahat tu hi jo rhe mera
Pr mere mohabhat pe na hoga koe hq tera
Cahat hr baar mukammal nhi hoti it h
Diya soni Jun 2023
Koi mujhe hi aake bata de kya h mere man ka hal? Kyuki me bezuban hu.

Koi mujhe hi aake bata de ki me kya chahti hu, kyuki me kayar hu

. Koi mujhe hi aake sikha de apne liye ladna  kyuki me mashroof hu apne khilaf gawahi dene me.

Koi mujhe hi aake dhund de mujhe,
Rasta jo bhatak chuki hu
Aur rah milne wale log bhi jaha pohchna na h waha ka pata sahi nai bata rhe

Pata nai roshni aur kitni door h, shayad koi dur se batti dikha de ki manzil waha h

Koi mujhe bata de ki hadson ki wajah se
Andr sab kuch bikhar chuka h ya abhi kuch baki h

Koi to ** jo mujhe bata de ki jo me hu aur jo me hona chahti thi, in dono ko kese ek karu

H koi esa raahi? Jo mujhe hi dekh kr bataye me kitna dur aa chuki hu, kyuki meri raahein to dhundli dikhti h mujhe

Aao aur mujhe batao meri kimat kitni h iss safar me.. kyuki mera hisab bigad diya h duniya ne
Lawrence Hall Sep 2017
Our Lady of Walsingham

O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen!
Queen of our hearts and hopes, to her we pray,
Sweet Empress over forest, down, and dene ,    
And happy Sunrise over the pilgrim’s way

O let us crown Our Queen with leaf and flower
Gathered this morning in the dawnlit dew
For we in this island are Her true dower
Pledging our faith with thorn and rose and yew

She gives us Her feast day, cool and quiet and green -
O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen!
. All is the same there.
I left the stone yet the storms may have moved it a little.
I said hello to your hotel.
Yes the Durley Dene is good with a spa and a wonderful cream some tea oh and chandeliers of course. The other Bournemouth hotel whose name I forget was all mirrored furniture and starchy tablecloths.
Saw two films in the little cinema with a fellow traveler while others sheltered from the storm in the hotel lounge with sandwiches and games.
I avoid private views so a day at home after a quick trip into Dolgellau for the post etc. Hope you have a real good time in Dunoon.
Oh there is a good photography exhibition at Burgh Hall and the cafe is open there too. The library is open in the Queens hall and has stunning views.
A friend showed me her photos of whales up the watter. ..teaching their offspring to hunt. The watter turned red. It is said they swam up to Glasgow where they turned and headed back.
The framers up the back road may be open so one can visit his pet lizard. Have fun.
Akta Agarwal May 2021
Ha mene mehesus kiya
Aas pass mere kisiki saasein chalti thi
Udaas si wo baatein Krti thi
Ha mene mehesus kiya
Dur khi darwaje s aati uski udaas bhari aawaj
Jese wo Khti
Usko chahiye tera saath
Bht sataane lgi thi uski rone ki awaaj
Ha wo dikhti nhi thi
Pr ha uske aas pass hone ka hota tha ahesas
Uski udaasi bht satati thi
or draati thi
Mene pucha v kae baar khon ** tum
q h dukh bhara tumhara aawaj
Wo khti btakti si hu m ek aatma
Jiski puri nhi hue aash
Jiske sang hua vishwash ghat
esliye drd bhara h Mera Aawaj
Pta nhi bsh ** chla uspe viswash
Ha lr pari duniya s
dene ko uska saath
fir mil gya usko insaaf
aazad hue pinjare s wo aaj
Mila ush bhatakti aatma ko swarg m nivaash
Or mushe hua sukh ka ehsaash
Ken Pepiton May 2024
All my mind in time spent
Thinking in multi-tasking mode, modernized
ontuition, in multicomplexity, chata chabad,

original intention, revealed long ago,
to a trance chance glance of a ox, I knew,
it was no bull.
But had been, as a calf.

*******.
Some old fool I knew,
hollers from the back of my mind…

Historically, part of me assists informing
all the first time crossers of this meandering

mind stream swirling phi in life with pi and x
concepts set to contend, earnestly
for the best gifts, coveted, in trust,

true rest, excusing superstitious sacraments,

all the lies are swallowed in truth, time tells.

A message. An Inspirited shape in forming,
a we, to recollect once knowing an instant true.

An artist, a person gifted with a time spanning
imagination.

An eye, we use, in times of loosed beliefs,
ontuition, intuited as mysterious mystical
as a we. We
have being shared in timesmindspace's
expanded sense of each reader's pace
adapting
breath and bubble, below
common consciousness
sensing sensibilities
adapted to due to normalized
faith in the phraze that declares,
MONEY ANSWERS ALL THINGGGGS

in the infallible preacher's whinings

que sera, sera

the story from the spirit window seen
through to the future when you see
we imagined knowing is repetition,

we imagined many impossible things,
we made them work, mickey mouse,
but, we made things work, to make
old age easier for the beguiled mis-
sionaries, empty vessles, gathered

widow's mighty faith, borrow,
borrow means, to know, how lamps
kept burning, call with smoke,
commas breathe and act as brakes/ lo'
come trim the new knowns from olden
days, now that the curious may fact check

but, as with plain text literacy, the gifted,
the mind that can read and does not,
knows no more than the mind
in movie mode, turbo
memory augments
tuned to reason,
depth charges,
accusing saints,

calling all revelators to prophesy
face to face with Micaiah, and walk on
inspired by his God's permissive will done
bymarching as to war dening the imperative,
loving those who treat you like refuse, biochar

desert stream bringing lithium from old dust,
what was once some kind of star rare as hells.
-------------
non sense. sense.
sems sun sumsymsense when  we accept

let us veliebe, old orders of reformed
societies, gelaubt
after the purge of all who
could not tolerate the truth,

The pilgrim's fled religion,
the missionaries sold religion,
and the money changers set the worth
of knowledge traded for curses lifted,

when old men stop drinkin' stop being
so godamned useless and good

for nothing, free, for free
for nothing but the use
knowing good from bad. from a child,
fed sweet peaches from Canyon de Chelly

-- long ago a hero named Kit Carson
-- led federal troops and local conscripts
or hired hands, squatters on Dene land,
Kit led a rowdy bunch to Canyon de Chelly

to burn a thousand of the sweetest peach trees
ever nourished for centuries on sacred ground.

Kindness of strangers,
old cultural investments, paid ahead,
weight of all the worthy fasts all past,
take no thought for worth in exchange
for the yes, at the judgement bar,
to thy ownself true, are you ready
for your judgement day, bets all in?
worth of an extra six months, at the end

this is declared that bet, let ride… no

money, ecclesiastical hordes, invested
with the wise users of letting information
manifest compounding interest, on a whim,
made this will worship worth reproving,
as a fluid  ide, a thought, breath,
thing in a thought, hooks
an eye a measure, a
0ne part in one floating point
at the recent mean rate of Petaflops
just yoost
enough, particle particulation, you think
this time,
it makes patience sweeter than revenge.

We yoost to call the guy who knew the rules,
now ai know, so we can say we do. too.

This is a good future. We had something like it
propagating between data and metadata price
praise and worship
measure all the effort effectual
as taken for granted to mean  whatever
confusion
persists in believing spells
concentrated into koanic mantras,

spend time or take time
used for nothing more than
slowing knowing too much humm

coming into tune to the ever after
Jesus, or a spokes person, Paul, I think,
sole witness of his own conversion,
according to the authorized story,

let this mind be.
Let this mind be in you.
Letting that which letteth be
taken away,

what can it mean, to
a day dream believer, and
a rodeo queen, at the dawning
of the harvest festival down under.


costs the average adult VBS QUESTERS,

when an instance in doubt, forced yous
to learn we do have multiple CPUs

some of which tuned in to sub conscious
user canals cutting across the esophagus

as we swallow, unsaid protestations,
gulping hesitation, to **** it up and,
clear the are way, to say it is gnosis,

air way, empty abhorred vacuous space
between ose and ic on balancing atomic

ideas developed to help us conceive, ic
internal circuitry to as ist, sein, wir sind,

intentionally conserved kennen und wissen,

in qwerty future scribal service prep,

during the Child Buyer buildup at ARPA net,

Ike's first term,
before under God went in the pledge,
but after Polio was cured, in exchange,

some good, some bad, live and learn,
before the Dulles Brothers,
before solid state quantum foam bubble RAM.

And.
Now.
The original intent. Embodied in a word, as
real as any worded message from beyond you.

Real letters, letting us think,
silly thought that never stink,

sigh, and try to be honest now, smell
the rose or the cheese, ask
which triggers gut reaction,

relaxatation, loosen bowels of mercies,
prayed for under inquisitor's historical,

memories, useful for Memorial Day BBQs

wave the sacred flag representing the lost
intentionally religiously regulated republic,

God, bless America, the dream, the ghost.

True rest, flowing in life's higher will warrings,
appetites and courses cut across experiences,

manifest in out of mind rewindings of things,
math wise, a ruliard is thinkable, as this set,

these words that translate verbatum,
phonetically in webedonspoken spaceless
old cuneiform wet clay repressed
palimpsests lost to EMPs,

in all dystopias.

--------------------

Fretting for another's lack of freedom
to imagine using another's mind, reading

original intention, when the parable,
or analogy allowed in drama spake aloud

to the rabble used to make deme mobs,
we forms of feeling normal, we think alike

until freedom emerges from an over learned
truth, from the bottom of your cache,

depths unplumed introspherical sure selves
set on shelves as crystaline urns, not a few.

see if some
of these be emptied, not a few, emptied
of old lies left allowed told, according
to old oaths taught us in our toddlehood.

What binds us to our oaths?
In truth we slightly smile, saying whatever
in truth being lets us be
we remain free, from fretting overflow.

----------- epithought
this professional whim wrestling is useful:
for rumination under mystical mis perceptions,
for greazing gears gone crusty dis used,
-- legal. garden grown herba consemillia
the dormouse said feed your head.
Slick, Grace.
All my mind in time spent worrying never netted me one extra day, now,
after a heart attack six month's ago I have  all my children and grand children laughing at old hippie stories that prove war is hell. all avoidable, with thought.
LLZ Sep 2020
Suno ,
Saath Dene ka vada tumne kiya tha,
Nibha hum rahe hai😓
Jab man Kare toh vapas aa Jana ,
Kyu ki intazaar ab bhi tumhara hum
Kar rahe hai.

Pucha tha tumne ek sawal,
"Tumhare Dil ka darvaja humesha khula rehega n mere liye "

Toh sun lo javab abhi "Ha" hai
Kyuki tumhara intazaar abhi hai😥
Never ending story
WA West Mar 2019
Some half baked dubious ******* that I wrote on a train headed in the direction of Kortrijk:


''An endless stream of not arseds to hang your ***** washing on/Ya forebearers are all mutts, your pallbearers will be too/You are a kazzoo blowing *******, an idiot's tac nightmare/seen two or three of your alleged family members puffing their chests out down the backtrack, propa knackas/Ya ma is very particular, your sister is as cold as a fortnight in the briar dene (although a fine dancer when she sets her mind to it/
Getting older or more toxic? Shushhhh, be kind/started hearing normans and lennys settling betting slips while I'm on the netty/dettol and despair- the golden duo made good/I'll be bed ridden in time for christmas- flannel pyjamas and sentimentality/heard your kid slagging uz & saw demons in the mist on the windee (window, *******)/cutting my losses/tobogganing hopes/
the left side of my chest is 85 the last weeks/the streets in Brussels speak to me and are canny this time of year/I am not a francophone by predilection/making a secret pact with the universe not to mourn its passing/Every social situation is becoming like a casino for *******/Starting to feel a little bit more Panzram than Ghandi/Flanders is flat cos someone trod on it while under the drink/I might have fitted better into a bygone era- a bewildering lack of manual skills- what came first the dial up internet in your ma's back room or my cack handedness/Don't have owt to tell anyone anymore, don't give two shites nevermind one/Your step brother watches hollyoaks and eats ****** snacks while your step sister hums songs of unknown origin''.
A bumbling idiot's invented history of tyneside:
''I saw 3 cats attack a pigeon in heaton park as bobby thompson, aka the little waster, danced suggestively with the setting sun, a serviette tucked down his front to catch his dinner....................mike neville cried in the dark, while suckling away at a glass tizer bottle from the arcade chippy in whitley bay, that day there was no news on tyneside......T Dan Smith liked a snack as much as the next man...but what he really liked was to drink a pint of water everytime the clock struck 36- that way he could **** the toon into oblivion at his own behest or the behest of occult forces.....I found Gazza, shellsuited, eating a child's portion of cod and chips in St Paul's church yard, in his ruddyu red hand was a 6 pack of socks from winners (the flagship store). Abandoned between his feet were 50 notebooks from the fisherman's mission.....don't get me started on sting''.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2020
.before i am done with this escapade, i will try to stick travis' - walking down the hill on repeat for a while... to settle for the mantra... something that needs a repetition in the background, before the final collage... and before... what settles as dust from burnt old father oak and my body too... or perhaps... the inter-connectivity that's shared between ethnic minorities: the kashubians, the sorbians, the navajo, the dene suline, the inupiaq, zuni hopa and the dogrib... the Łacinka & Łatynka (belarusian and ukranian) respectively... Łacina: Latin... as it is known on the vicinity of the old capital of Cracow... simply from a shared letter... no more a hello than a plain disregard for twitter poetics... or instagram: captions... sometimes you just want a chicken drum-stick of words... and the bone and the cartilege and the heads filled with marrow... which is more... than some toothpick escapade... well... Winchester is so old for anyone to remember... and London is so nuanced that even Warsaw makes the count... but Cracow sits... humbled... when snow falls... there's the actual snow... and there's the mistaken snow of the ash from auschwitz.

once - when i was much younger - and my voice
was but a crude and feeble whimper -
nothing that could compare itself to a butterfly
in haiku - i would be found trying to forcibly imitate
anything immediately read -
what a naive misadventure upon every turn...
every poem became: as if an act borrowed from
Macbeth - quiet simply - a young man's jealousy...

i can only now gratify myself and the audience that...
i have matured beyond that hot-headedness... former...
now? i rather simply translate the work -
as i am sure that something will be lost -
however good the translation might be...
or the original text...
here's my first attempt...

zbigniew herbert - kaligula (1st attempt
and the last ettempt)

/
          while reading old chronicles, poems and biographies
Mr Cogito sometimes experiences feelings
of a physical presence of the people long ago dead


Caligula (is speaking / speaks):

from among all the citizens of Rome
i loved only one
Incitatus - a horse

when he walked into the senate
the unblemished toga of his fur
shone immaculately among that of
the cowardly murderers' sitched with purple

Incitatus was full of advantages
he never spoke
a stoic's nature
i think that at night in the stables he read
philosophers

i loved his so much that one day i decided
to crucify him
but his noble anatomy objected to this

he accepted the dignity of consul indifferently
he held authority the best
in that he didn't hold any authority

attempts to persuade him to have permanent
****** relations with my dear wife Caesonia failed
therefore a line of caesars - centaurs
was never created

which is why Rome fell

i decided to appoint him as a god
yet on the ninth day prior to the days of February
(chaerea) cornelius sabinus and other fools
obstructed the intentions of this godly work...

he accepted the news of my death peacefully

he was thrown out of the palace
and sentenced to exile

he endured this blow with dignity

he died without any hiers
slaughtered by a thick-skinned butcher from the vicinity
of Anzio

Taticus is silent
about the posthumous fate of his meat
                                                                ­               /

perhaps looking at the original -
would help... oh more surely...
but prior to the original...
i can see that certain peoples of asia...
who have a culinary superiority complex...
who hide behind a spice grenade...
have an aversion to cabbage...
and it's like that irish love potatoes
and the slavic people love cabbage joke...
don't mind me morphed into a pawn...
the persians abhored and still abhor spicy
food from bengali bush monkey regions
of the raj...
persians have a palette for sour foods...
can you imagine eating a hot-dog...
without choked onions, chillies...
sauerkraut and some sweet gherkins...
mustard and ketchup?
i can't... then again: a cow is more than just
milk... mother goat...
but there comes a time when you can...
appreciate the culinary superiority of the blue indians...
then a minute later call it: a kitchen of black cardamom
stink!
believe me... black cardamom stinks...

but a problem with sauerkraut is a problem
with persian tastes...
sour... sooner rather than later i'll see...
sauerkraut added as the german delight...
in an ottoman kebab wrap...
the sourness could cut through the fatty mustang
of the lamb... somehow...
because the pickled chillies are not enough...
and the raw spanish onions do very little...
the blue indians throw "beef" around
an appreciation of sauerkraut... i just give them
the one-liner: black cardamom and...
the ultimate dye... turmeric...
it will stain, anything... plastic, metal,
ceramics: oddly enough no... and glass...
spice barons, eh?  

the original... but it's not exactly the original...
since... i do borrow from"elsewhere":
sound distinction that exfoliate in the meaning...

after all... i did graffiti the original with
some cyrilic...
sz = š = ш = (sh)ape ≠ ś = sie- prefix: if śιe
cz = č = ч = (ch)urn ≠ ć = cie- prefix: if ćιe
ż (= rz) = ž = ж ≠ ź
(also noted in french: via je suis...
   oddly enough... it sounds like жe swée...
but looks like: je suis ce et cette)...
ń ≈ ñ
ch = x
nonetheless...
or more importantly...
c = ц ≠ c = s = ç...
an no... there's no translation
of a cedilla A(ą) nor a cedilla E(ę)...
a bit easier when it comes to...
ł = w
            but... w = v...
so ł(h)en... the surd hatch...
eyes closed: mouth agape!
no "v" given how the greek upsilon (υ)
was sharpened into (ν):
i always thought: cute acute ó = ω: tool...
while omicron was more grave (ò)...
and up! upsilon! the u was first acute
before it became the ω in the german
umlaut (ü)...

otherwise: there's mOre to what's
later a mOvie... the elongation of:
tool... the distinction: thus pronounced...
wants to be recognißed -
the s to z to s to z interchange within
the ß: es'zett... yes... the apostrophe is "somehow"
necessary...

if the hebrews have their vowels in niqabs...
we can have our...
exfoliation of consonants and vowels...
fully exposed... nonetheless included!
with: details of the frontier!
and in them: i mark my finger in the sand
and skull among the cavern,
the rocks the... ghostly whispers that
shadows should profoundly speak...
but never do...
my shadow my ghost...
my first avenue turned should i be thinking
about a Hiroshima selfie... shadow glued
to the ******* wall... move it: chess-***...
bullet to the head...
and then two weeks... trying to die...
in a prison cell...
with one nightmare overtaking the previous
nightmare... in how...
your brain will never be:
the eyes-connected to the sponge:
mr. chikatilo...
the sponge: sorry... nothing but shrapnel...
perhaps some eyes...
but your eyes are consistently closed...
let's not mind them...

and what's because, what?
finnegans' wake: no diacritical markers...
because, what? low on ink?
if low on ink... can't help you...
but if not enough paper?
¶ (pilcrow) all the paragraphs! sardine words
onto the page!

the god awful truth was that i smoked
marijuana in england...
and... the ******* is free! upon the pretence
that you don't own a brothel...
elsewhere: namely Amsterdam...
while in Amsterdam i had a thought:
what about ******* a siamese twin
in some vacant... Tehran nightmare come true?
gang-bangers are treated better than i...
in terms of "treatment":
the best they ever gave me...
was to be left: to my own devices...
when i should have been learning german...
they sent me to the window-licker class
of c.v. writers anonymous...
because: m'ah hanging-leash of in and leash
was a bad, spotty E... with a tail!
devil's spawn... or something that would
always come from the warsaw pact...
or... coming from one: under the iron curtain...
would show... and cover the current brood...
with a change of element...
from under the iron curtain...
then unto: under the silicon curtain..

i'm sure the people have chosen their chess
pieces prior to this: *******-ramming
of the anger itching from the cranium
of a castrated bull...

mash up... no interludes...
let's keep it staccato... and... fits the purpose of...
how best lodged into form...

                   because the iota and the j are...
let's face it... forced diacritical cage-masters...
i graffitied the original...
because... it became obsolate to simply
translate and become overtly pedantic
as to why: ****** grammar was not going
to fit anglo-slav grammar...
never mind the anglo-ßaß grammar: "native"...

/ чytając stare kroniki, poematy i жywoty Pan Cogito
doświadчa czasem učucia fizyчnej obeцności
osób dawno zmarłych
(tampering with a lox ness)

mówi Kaligula

spośród wszystkich obywateli Rzymu
kochałem tylko jednego
Inцitatusa - konia

kiedy wшedł do senatu
nieskazitelna toga jego sierści
l'śniła niepokalanie wśród obшytyx purpurą
tchórzliwych morderцów

Inцitatus był pełen zalet
nie przemawiał nigdy
natura stoiцka
myśłe ze noцą w stajni čytał filozofów

kochałem go tak bardzo жe pewnego dnia
postanowiłem go ukrzyzować
ale sprzeciwiała się temu jego szla(ch)etna anatomia

obojetnie p(rz)yjął godność konsula
wła(dz)e sprawował najlepiej
to znaczy nie sprawował jej w'cale

nie udało sie nakłonić go to trwałych związków miłosnych
z drogą жoną moją Caesonią
więц nie powstała niestety linia cesa(rz)y - centaurów

dłatego Rzym runął

postanoviwem mianować go bogiem
lecz (dz)iewiątego dnia p(rz)ed kalendami lutowymi
(Ch)erea Korneliusz Sabinus i inni gwupcy p(rz)eшko(dz)ili
tym zboжnym zamiarom

spokojnie przyjął wiadomość o mojej śmierci

wyrzucono go z pałacu i skazano na wygnanie

zniósł ten cios z godnością

umarł bezpotomnie
zaшla(ch)towany przez gruboskórnego rzeźnika
z miejscowości Ancjum жшчčšц

o pośmiertnych losach jego mięsa
milчy Taцyt       /

no... no Helmut will help you with: dość! enough!
some casanova Nikita might - with:
szczypta: pinch - via... ш + ч = щ: vague - i know...

ah! the calendar's days of february...

already i see that this poem is "unspectacular" -
everything what was supposed to be lost
in translation is, lost -
the jealousy fizzles out and it's plain
as a shadow at noon on a sunny day
that it was never inteded to be there - to begin
with...

perhaps it's not the direct translation -
but how certain words just: sound more appealing -
and add toward the grandiosity...

i don't see how a poem can be translated
without something being lost...
after all: i want to lose: rather retain something
in / from a poem...
i want language to... freely...
"inter-racialiße" itself:
modus operandi - the lingua franca...
the l'ingelese of the modern chapter...
as the greeks would point out:
if the english tourists will not speak our tongue...
if the english tourists will not speak our tongue...
then we will speak their tongue...
and speak it was belgian speak it...
which is, better, than these nativistic half-breeds
of: 3/4 empire pride riddled...
1/4 rotherham bewildered...
we will not out-breed them...
we will: simply talk over them...
and their accents...
which we will learn and thereby:
insinuate over: via diacritical markers
and exceptional surd status reminders
of the raj: H...

i will claim that poetry is where i "paint"...
**** it. collage...
rude importune and most obscene...
a thesaurus cascade of synonyms!
impromptu one off...
it's not a hosonnah in the highest...
but a sitar in the bellowing detphs of the ebb...
it's a growling escapade...
something that ****** a yeti from
the carpathian mountains...
something that would require otherwise
to give it shackles, chains and a non-existent
lunatic asylum!

why dooes picking up... an alive cat...
make you succumb to an affair less...
bothersome... when you are indeed picking up /
handling a dead cat?
don't know...
a quasi-symbiotic affair between
matter and anti-matter?
borrowed terms.... outside of physics's disneyland
pretty irrelevant...
a corpse of a dead cat is always more
heavy than... the animated corpus of
a cat still outside the schrödinger
brackets:    cat[                            ];
what'­s death then? a colon, a semi-colon;
a hyphen or an apostrophe?
notably? an apostrophe without having
to be inclined to be used in a:
possessive article 's "scandal"?

i will escape with this language: i learned,
i acquired... i will leave the natives with
nothing but leather for skin:
that i will mark as an armchair...
i will entertain no more than
a genghis khan would have...
when the tanks started rolling...
and the luftwaffe was extinguished...
because... an invasion of an island...
no tanks, no bullets, no bombs...
diacritical markers... instead...

these letters are still: ROME!
came late to the party... had the vaguest notion
of coming late: but also becoming
the d.j.!

old mother: Cyrylica...
will and always helped...
the "natives"...
understand the reins and you can surely
translate... all the old paintings
with: we rode bulls into battle...
we didn't ride horses...
what does an army that that rides bulls
have as compensation compared
to an army that rides horses into battle?
well... a lance with a sharp point is...
replaced with the horns...
and a vector signature of red tied
to the end of a stick...
the horns replace the lance... the end...

somehow: and as the polytheistic gods
came as surprise material in:
goat-******* and bull-******* and swan-fiddling...
the monotheistic god came as...
the lowest of men...
because:
     Δ and... ∇: when nabla met delta:
the son of david was born:
which was called by surname: astar...
david astar...
       the phenomenon of...
when the father would become jealous
of the son: solomon...
or... rather... the son would never look up
toward the archetype of father...
because the father has his psalms...
while the son had the harem sonnets
of... sparrow-hoarding ****** of the onomatopoeia...

teach? teach? i am this close to...
correcting what has already been written...
however impossible...
claustrophobia and james joyce esque...

why not ж = rz...
and... ž = ż...                  half a caron: źrenica:
pupilla...
a back catalogue of a bilingual bank of vocab
is: the reason i "solve" and "crosswords"
on a blank canvas... like so...

and how do you think i learned a little bit
of greek: if... ovερλaππινγ?

remaining examples where: ц wasn't used...
well... the diacritical marker hovering above iota
like a halo: should it be used?
in a ciasto (dough) example...
well... debate: ćιasto... or ciasto?
in the confines of ciasto: the "c" is not a ц...
because of the proximity of the iota
as "suffix"... but not as a "prefix"...

    цerkiev... цytat... цытaт: citation...
sigh: tate modern is 20 years old...
but 20 years old will not be...
commemorated with the glass ceiling and:
Olafur Eliasson's 'the weather project' -
which is a great shame -
but who am i to judge?
let it be 'maman' by louise bourgeoise...

the same goes with the acute s...
even... imploring: prosić -
  otherwise... imploring: prośιć...

                   siano vs. śιano: hay
                   śnieg... snow...

i've been advocating the necessary guillotιne
for the iota... and the ȷazzy shιt ιn between...

and so much of my life could be deemed
simple... but how i can complicate it with a scrutiny
of language...
the best escape plan i can find -
and this is language: outside the realm of
academic rubrics - that it might borrow from
an international phonetic alphabet
of the linguistic dept. it will not...

it will consolidate two languages: dig two trenches...
and then borrow a third language or a fourth
to dig a tunnel or two between the two trenches...

well that's that for sharpening an arrow
and shoving it up cupid's ***...
to make him walk back smothered by knuckles
and recount to his parents:
Eros and Aphrodite... some of us would much
prefer uninterrupted work /
sifting through archaic words...
and leaving: the currency of vogue be:
something that only attracts:
panic is worse than fascism...
panic disorientates large crowds...
which... fascism is... unlikely to do...
so says the universal mantra of cheese grating:
smiles.
Purva Barva Jun 2020
Tu yun na sataya kar e Zindagi,
Teri taklif dene ki aadat se yun to wakif hu mein,
Tu taklif beshak dena mujhe,
Taki khushiyon ki kimat ** mujhe,
Magar itni bhi nahi ki muskuruna bhool jau mein,
Bas tu itna reham kar e Zindagi,
Bas tu yun na sataya kar e zindagi!
Beatrice Oct 2020
Lances of evening sun run through trails
Left spearheads of gold behind water rails.
The dene smell that came from a hawthorn on
The turn, had lost all its putrid scents
Of spring. Blown in the night, echoed
By the corpses of snowberries, marble
Spoils of fungus adorned the rorqual’s throat
Of ridged bark on the trunk of a fallen
Tree. Two blackbirds in a drunken squabble
Over fermented windfalls, were just missed
By a pushchair where a low flying toddler
Extemporised words into birdlike cries.
An umbrella was caught up and fluttered
To dry its wet wings like a cormorant;
As mopheads in the shrubbery tumbled
From sky hydrangea to rhubarb crumble.
If you read this poem fyi a rorqual is a slim whale with a grooved throat (as far as I know there two types fins and blues).

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