"dev" poems
Wet nose, four paws, and a wagging tail
follow right beside me on an uncharted trail.
We're exploring, but just what for?
National treasure or maybe folklore?
He doesn't know and neither do I.
On a day like this we don't need to ask why.
I stop for a break and he looks right at me.
"C'mon Dev. Let's make it snappy."
I can't disappoint those big brown eyes.
He never complains, frowns, or tells lies.
His only intention is to insure I'm happy.
So I stand back up and give him a patting.
We march on in search of who knows.
Through the highest highs and the lowest lows,
There is always an adventure just around the bend.
He's not only a puppy - he's my hairy best friend.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
As I watch u sleep and hear u snore I can't help but adore
Just a child who may not be mine, I feel the love and obligation as it were true
Oh how I envy you, innocence I was once told
Is so pure, its ******* gold
A dead beat dad id like to beat dead
Doesn't care about one hair on your head
I may not be blood but ill give you my best
Give you rasberries and tickle your baby chest
Feed you and always care, your like a son to me. Ill always be there
I love your mother and you as well
Your gunna have lil brothers and sisters from me. I can tell
Your the coolest ******* kid I ever met
One thing I know ill never regret
Is being taught to be a dad, by lil dev
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
HIMALAY SE GANGASAGAR TAK DEV MUNI GAN KARATE SWAGAT BIN TERE DARSHAN APURN TIRATH VINATI HAI MA MUKH MOD MAT . NIT SNAN DYAN AARATI, SARASAWATI KI VIDA PUKARATI. MANAV SANG JALCHARO KO BHI TARATI KYO AB SANSE HARATI.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
FINGERTIP
( for Shyam )
as a little child
I travelled
up & down the Ganges
its sister Yamuna..her brother Brahmaputra
their names
upon my tongue
my voice calling them
into being
awed by their sound
mantras for my mind
riding their waters
in the little ship
of a
fingertip
traveling only as a child
can
now
here I am
still that child
become this man
still offering
my devotion
from the Dev Bhoomi I come
tracing Shiva's hair
from here to there
"Ganga Ma...Ganga Ma!" I cry
herding the river
from Gaumukh
watching her
spread her fan
into the Bay of Bengal and beyond
still sailing the same old
fingertip ship
a bit old and
battered now
soon I will stand
on Indian soil
call all my childhood rivers
to me
bow as they
flow into me
their names
upon my tongue
calling upon
all the Gods to come
as
one
"OM!"
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
When Michael Collins came, first from the courts of England,
which in low and lofty Londoun lately were helde,
while Thames there with treachery and treasoun did truly ring,
was Ireland ill split and beset with ignoble stryfe.
Yet there a land lately formed was, where still folk lyve on mydllerde.
Though it is not in this warlike time of Dev that we our tale do set,
after these tymes of troubling stryfe, contentioun salted still the land.
Fine Fail and Fine Gael, then foes many yeres remained
till noblest amongst them, in qualities none lacking,
did do battle in old Dublin and vanquish the dred enemy.
That mon who dreded nought, nightly then held his court in fair Dail Eirinn.
Enda was called that man, and everysince has his noble courte endured.
There, as Chrystmasse came, was assembled his cabinet fayre:
there Sir Wilmore the red, who waited on the grete lorde in readiness.
There with grete courtesey, the kings coins to keep, sat Sir Noonan the balde.
There Sir Reilly, learned in lore of leach and herb, who on erde had little left to lerne.
Eek Sir Varadkar the gaye who granted was, the grete kinges horses to groome.
Laste, the lovely layde Burton, who, the rede rose of Wilmore would long after carry.
Other knyghtes numerous were there, but of these now, nought will I
tell,
for fallen to feasting were this fayre companye al and fayne would I not,
in tedious trials of descriptioun, your patience for to trye.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Jai guru dev maharaj ji
Your glory fills the whole world
Protector of the weary and the weak
You bring the mind satisfaction
You bring the mind true detachment
In seconds you have set us free
Jai dev
Jai sat guru dev
••
When in the river of ******* to maya
All are swept out to sea
All are sinking in the depths of the sea
Guru 's ship is the Holy Word
Guru 's boat is the Holy Name
Save us from the ocean deep
Jai dev
Jai sat guru dev
///
Mine , thine // wealth , health
Give them to the lotus feet of love
Give them to the lotus feet of The Lord
Give yourself to sat guru
Sacrifice your all to sat guru
Be united with the blissful truth
Jai dev
Jai sat guru dev
////
You are my mother
You are my father
You are my brother
You are my friend
//
You are riches
You are wisdom
You are my all
My lord // to me
/////
Where ever I look
Your face is before me
You are a river
That flows on and on
You fill my heart
With a love overflowing
You are my all
My lord // to me
///////
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
Deconstructing a Kafkaesque
amphitheatre of the absurd,
Easy wallows she in their hypocrisy,
Son of a gun grabbed on
to the gold that fed his infant
self, doesn't dare let go, won't ever,
Dev breaks the bottle he hits,
scrounges, discards the last scrap,
the rat scurries in, devours, heads
back into the smoked corridor,
the auction goes on, so does he
showering petals and pity upon the
middle road more travelled, bumpy,
potholes full of acid and bile,
the stupidity of the tyrannical majority
and an underwater civilisation consumed
by mind-numbing, mildly shocking TV,
undercurrents of power drowned under.
Uppercase Him, uppercase He,
they hoist a red flag, set it afire,
stomp out the flames, wave a black
rag till the ashes turn to naught,
the Dionysian petit bourgeoisie proceed,
spew, ***** spew, repeat.
The voyeuristic rat has front row seats
gaze fixed, piercing centrestage
auction-house by day, amphitheatre by night,
the bids shall resume when
the morning bells toll, till then,
Dev's hungry for more,
the rat enjoys the show.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
Fragments of moment
paddling swift and frenzy
through layers of present.
Filaments of passing time
wafting in evanescence
to get folded in the memory.
Oh fragile life
you are the remnants
etched in the illusion
squeezing frail reality
from misty ruckus
in mysetrous shade.
Beneath azure sky
On the bank of transience
rest, numerous existence
embedded with myraid dreams
and shed desperate selves
as fireflies hugging flames..
© Maaya Dev
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
"Let me introduce my self"
"I'm Mr Dev-Ell"
This is a class on words
Power,
Thoughts,
Manipulation
Of those around you, why not, others
Do it, so do it to them as well,
"HELL"
I do it everyday its my job,
Power
Is what you make it,
How you use it, power isn't
Money,*
Land,*
Diamonds
May be a girls best friend, but
Without the words there just
Dreams sitting on a fluffy white cloud,
Thoughts,
Can be dominated, with so few
Syllables, make their thoughts yours,
To after a time control,
Manipulation,
To make those who's thoughts have succumb
To your whims, do all that you want
Good,
Evil,
In-between
What is wanted, stand back and watch the show,
Now here is your homework
I want all done that which is wrote
I want all completed with silence
I want you to
Listen
To the
Sound
Of my
Voice,
You wish to have power over people & words,
"Yes"
"Then into the night"
As each leave's I whisper in their ears
I am Mr Dev-ell
If any one asks, say i whispered the words,
That night, I sit waiting with
A smile upon my face,
"News is coming through"
"ZND News"
"There have been numerous killings"
"On the streets tonight"
"Each was heard screaming"
Devil gave me the power"
Devil gave me the word"
"Six people were shot by police
"Five died from their wounds"
"This brings the death toll too"
"Twenty Five"
"Wait a moment the sixth suspect is in custody "
"Why sir, why did you do this"
"Dev-eel made me do it"
"He whispered secrets in to my ears"
"You heard it here first
Dev ell smiled,
He had killedso many, with out raising a hand,
The power of word was indeed strong
Specially when spoken softly by
Mr Dev-ell
His words were like ******* for thoughts
He spoke, people listened,
And with out knowing did his ***** work,
A master at what he did,
He was Dev-eel and his whispers
Could make you **** or worse..
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Your pardon, my friend,
If my rhymes did offend,
Your pardon, a thousand times o’er;
From friendship I strove,
Your pangs to remove,
But, I swear, I will do so no more.
Since your beautiful maid,
Your flame has repaid,
No more I your folly regret;
She’s now most divine,
And I bow at the shrine,
Of this quickly reformèd coquette.
Yet still, I must own,
I should never have known,
From your verses, what else she deserv’d;
Your pain seem’d so great,
I pitied your fate,
As your fair was so dev’lish reserv’d.
Since the balm-breathing kiss
Of this magical Miss,
Can such wonderful transports produce;
Since the “world you forget,
When your lips once have met,”
My counsel will get but abuse.
You say, “When I rove,”
“I know nothing of love;”
Tis true, I am given to range;
If I rightly remember,
I’ve lov’d a good number;
Yet there’s pleasure, at least, in a change.
I will not advance,
By the rules of romance,
To humour a whimsical fair;
Though a smile may delight,
Yet a frown will affright,
Or drive me to dreadful despair.
While my blood is thus warm,
I ne’er shall reform,
To mix in the Platonists’ school;
Of this I am sure,
Was my Passion so pure,
Thy Mistress would think me a fool.
And if I should shun,
Every woman for one,
Whose image must fill my whole breast;
Whom I must prefer,
And sigh but for her,
What an insult ’twould be to the rest!
Now Strephon, good-bye;
I cannot deny,
Your passion appears most absurd;
Such love as you plead,
Is pure love, indeed,
For it only consists in the word.
1.1k
Look Into My Eyes, Don't Lose Your Breath
What Kind Is My Personality ?
I Get Stronger, I Can Be A Beast
I Can Be Whatever I Want To Be
Making The Power, Using My Brain
To Reach My Goals And The Dreams
It's All About What I Want To Be
I'm Controlling My Personality
I Add Some Changes, I Feel Free
I'm Controlling My Personality
You Feel Alright, Look Into The Light
You Can Be You, But You Can't Be Me
Stuck Between The Angel And The Dev
While You Look Don't Lose Your Mind
Steam My Body, And Show The Wisp
You Will Be Lost In Hell Very Deep
It's All About What I Want To Be
I'm Controlling My Personality
I Add Some Changes, I Feel Free
I'm Controlling My Personality
One Part Of Evil, Don't Worry Eve!
Other party of Angels, Just To Live
Depending On What You Want To See
Do You Feel Something Weird On Me!
I Got Experience, I Got The Needs
Don't Lose Your Self To See My Leads
It's All About What I Want To Be
I'm Controlling My Personality
I Add Some Changes, I Feel Free
I'm Controlling My Personality
One Part On Fire, Where You Don't Want To Be
Something You Will Not Like About Me
It's Very Strange You Can't See
Once you step you Have To Leave
WhatEver You are trying To Give
You Don't Want To steep Into The Beast
Something Hard You Don't Like To Meet
It's All About What I Want To Be
I'm Controlling My Personality
I Add Some Changes, I Feel Free
I'm Controlling My Personality
Another Part Of Angel
Do You Think It's Sweet
Then You Can Fell Free
And Rise That Part Of Me
You Can Enjoy It For A Bit
What Do You Want To See
It's All About What I Want To Be
I'm Controlling My Personality
I Add Some Changes, I Feel Free
I'm Controlling My Personality
Author / Aladdin Aures HAMDI
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
I love you forever, but forever can be taken so loosely these days, used as a malapropism on too many occasions, Let me divulge my intentions of the words love and forever, laid to rest to never be stirred evermore; side by side as our great ancestors are laid eternally next to their spouse even after life has left their bodies :
The world of words defines love as this:
”an intense feeling of deep affection”
and forever as such:
"For all future time; for always"
So might I tell you
"For always I have felt an intense feeling of deep affection and will continue for all future time"
Would you understand?
No, because it is not enough.
The dwellers in the world of words do not comprehend that which extends far beyond the strength of words, but I am persistent in showing you how deep my feelings truly are.
Our lives are like two young daisies, just budding but whose stems are undoubtedly growing, winding around each other.
For you and I are personified in the seeds, and love is the water, the Great Creator being the sun.
Does that picture do it justice? No, still life images cannot contain love, that is constantly growing and moving in the depths of the beholder.
So what of films that capture movement, a showing of what dwells in us?
Then we would be the greatest love story any eye has ever come across, with eyes afire at the sight of the other, with passionate kisses that make the audience swoon, and smiles that warm the hearts of everyone that receives it, knowing it is but a smile reserved for only the one I love, for my Heart.
But no, not even a film could Correctly explain the layered home of love.
For the inner workings of the Mind is an unknown world to the working of the physical showings such as film.
Like the thoughts and feelings inside me that tingle when your hands are holding my face, or when your hand in mine only feels right, or how badly I Dont ever want to leave when the clock has become my enemy once again, beckoning me away from the soul that makes mine worth anything. Or how overcome my thoughts and body are when my cold temperature is changed to warm when I am cuddled into the crevices of your shape I’ve engrained into my memory. Or the dreams that are a clear reflection of my every want and need…my Heart.
Yes I think that’s it, I’ll spend my hours when communication with you is unavailable thinking of ways to present my mind to you, filled to the brim of memories of us, my hopes and dreams of us. For my definition of Love is:
"a way of living, so strong it can overcome all obstacles, be it time or fear or pain, love can overcome". So my Heart, I love you, forever.
Always and Forever,
Dev
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
A person with a turban and long hair
That is how people locate us
But we are lot more than that...
It's our values and the teachings of Guru Granth Sahib
that make us shine bright!
As Guru Nanak Dev Ji gave us the value of Vand Chakko,
We can't discriminate because
Guru gave us the value of Langar
where everyone sits together to have food in Gurudwaras
without consideration of caste, creed, race or gender.
All we know is that the blood of all humans is red
And that reason is enough for us to treat everyone equal.
We have been nurtured with the values of Kirt Karan and Naam Japan.
That keeps us on the right path of hard work.
Gurbani flows in our blood.
Our Guru made us strong!
As Guru gobind Singh ji said," The one who goes through injustice is wrong but the one who sees injustice is worst!"
So neither we take it nor we see it!
Everytime we say Waheguru...we believe God is one.
Our beautiful long hair are a symbol of our faith...
Which are covered by tubans that are not only mere
pieces of cloth...
But make us Kings and Queens.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
Arriving in town , a bit lost and confused
But charmed I am , by a young begger girl
eyes dark as night
but twinkle like star light
she points me to my train
cheak to cheak sweat pouring down
I feel the relief of this firm platform
Lieing back I feel great storm in my head
And acheing screams from the forgotten land of my back
As healths lost land has been taken
I can only sit while this war rages ahead
But as every raindrop finds its ocean
And every storm passes by
A new rainbow lights up the sky
And all health regains wealth
And settles in self
Seeing the silent blessings of our great guru Dev
Falling softly amoung us
And glistening in the eyes of all my friends
Disarming the guards of my most cautious heart
That paves the way to a new open start
Finding myself humbled
As great plans , Of great acomplishments
Roar in the hearts of many
I find myself disarmed and empty handed
As i can only offer my heart
But a heart set in his Guru
Will find ways to be fulfilled
So bring on the new
As we shall all be fulfilled
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
I'm sitting outside my home in NDRI campus.
It is a place full of trees & plants and insects.
It is full of life and the natural ambience.
I sit on the bridge I hear many sounds.
The crickets are droning continually.
Are they celebrating the victory too?
The Indian national cricket team won.
They defeated the Englishmen in finals.
This tournament victory reminds of '83.
Kapil Dev led the men to victory that time.
It was really inspiring for the present team.
Interestingly, that event was also in England!
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
On this twisted black night there is only silence but for the cold abrasive winds that scream through these chilled limbs I cannot feel
Leaving my hair tossed into a mangled craze
I no longer see the path that leads me to safety.
But then I hear your soft calls break through these prison cell walls.
I feel your warmth embrace my fears
I reach for your grasp, desperate for security
My sweet escape
Sweet poetic lullabies you sing to me
I listen as the sun rises from your lips
The last chilled breeze releases itself among this warmed summers soil
I can finally hear the birds sweet song
Oh my sweet nightingale, you’ve released me from my cell
My soul is saved and a wonderful companion I have made.
For my thoughts were the cold impassive night.
And this tangled mess I wear because
I longed to pry these thoughts out of sight.
I no longer hush my pains to the back of my mind.
Because I realize now I’m unconfined.
And it’s because of you that now I know.
But if I knew... that I’d find you
I’dev suffered long ago.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
(Palindrome)
"Su, position sum in Animus!"
"No, it is opus"
"A morning, is a sign in Roma
put in way I am in Anima,"
I yawn it up
"Saw title bar off, or a belt it was?"
"I did wonder evolved demand
Or a rod named Dev?"
"Love red now, did I?"
"Evil stab, as a bats live"
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 5:35 AM UTC
I see no hope
no mirage to console
no stars to guide
no rainbow to comfort
moving in the valley
valley of grief
streams of tears
dewdrops of sweat
forward and forward
passage not ending
up above
skies shooting down the umbrella of dark clouds
at an unknown fraction of moment
i hear the thunder and flashes of lightning
to ignite hope again
for the showers of joy & peace
oh! that mirth is my dream
and i drenched in that dream
thrusting, hoping, living
that it ill be true one day
© 2014 Pitta S Dev
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
The Zombie came to Corrie.
First call Ken's place for a bit of brainy tea.
Later fancied a taste of something more mature.
Emily for supper.
Rita tasted mighty classy.
Tracy fought back.
Tony was a great big lummocks.
Thought he'd join Tracy in her zombie crushingly battle.
Kylie and Eva out on the lash.
Befuddled and pickled as Zombie teeth flash.
Dev fought independently in his corner shop.
Liz and Eileen mighty meaty.
Steve shook in defence of his mother dear.
Audrey,the dresser of hair got stuck in his teeth.
Gail, put up a fight with her tongue, David copped it in the ear, mother dear.
She'd noticed her new bedroom floor erupted.
World's end outside the bistro,
Callum's hanging out,
Looking for Sarah.
She's gone.
He wanted to share her with the others.
A really tasty morsel.
Callum's back.
(c)LIVVI
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Traffic is really not such a bad thing.
It gives me a chance to think,
to practice chants,
to introspect about anger
& see how stupid people look
when they express it.
Imagine yelling & giving somebody
the middle finger
because you missed a light,
might be 10 minutes late to dinner.
This guy better get off my tail.
Om namo
guru dev
namo!
Om namo
guru dev
namo!
On namo
guru dev
namo!
I feel better now.....
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
/\
<< ( ) >>
\/
You are my mother
You are my father
You are my brother
My sister / my friend
You are riches
You are wisdom
You are my all
My lord to me
////
Wherever I look
Your face is before me
You are a river
That goes on and you
You fill my heart
With a love overflowing
You are my all
My lord to me
//
Jai guru dev maharaji
Your glory fills the world
Protector of the weary and the weak
You bring the death of attachment
You bring the mind true detachment
Save us from the ocean deep
Jai dev
Jai satguru dev
///
Mine thine wealth health
Give them to the lotus feet of love
Give them to the lotus feet of The Lord
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
The Prince of Tripura
Prince of Music
Only child of Sachin Dev
A king amongst composers
Was born Rahul Dev
Toddler cried in 5 notes
Hence named Pancham
Livelihood in Music
Like fish to Water
Tabla and Harmonica
Learnt playing in order
Compose for movies
Ready for the struggle
Breaking in impossible
Dream remain a dream
Assisted father
A legend peak of career
To fill in the coffers
Nobody knew
What he had to offer
Insults swallowed
Rejections followed
Years in limbo
Acted in cameo
Waited in the wings till
Vijay Anand offeres Teesri Manzil
Supported by giants
Dazzling Score broke records from yore
Straight into people's heart like never before
Musician he was not
He was the Music
Talent Skill Genuis
All words in the dictionary
Couldn't fit his personality
Yet to find a word so true
To describe his music pure
No pinnacle
No Nadir
Music has a scale
He doesn't
Genre didn't matter
What was flowing was a river
Your ability to take
Was the music that came
Thinking and Doing
Duality hed overcome
Music written and scored
Magic Wand in hand
One stroke up and down
Tunes piled up on the
Gramaphone
500 films
3 Decades
Immortality achieved
No point counting
Still flowing
Music still gushing
Immeasurable
Enough inside
No bar time or tide
Beethoven Bach Mozart
Monet Van Gogh Picasso
Forever remain their art
Likewise the Burman Craft
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC