"gae" poems
yaad kar lena mujhe
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Yaad kar lena mujhe tum
yaad me aa jaunga.
Baat karni ** to kehna
Khwab me aa jaunga.
Manzilo ki duri he
Or to koi duri nahi.
Tum badhaogi kadam
To me sath me aajaunga.
Muskurati rahogi to
Me bhi muskuraunga.
Udaas jo ** kar beth ***
To me kuch nahi kar paunga.
Yaad kar lena mujhe tum
Yaad me aajaunga.
Baat jo karni ** to kehna
Me khwab me aajaunga.
Me khwab me aajaunga.
Nk —
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
Chamakte -damkate chehro main bhi
Uski thi pahchan mujhe
"Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe
Wo pagal thi meri hokar'
Wo roti thi mujhse lad-kar'
Jaan waan toh baate thi""
Wo kehti thi ( humsath) mujhe '
Ek sanwli ladki se tha pyar mujhe
Wo ladti' kuch kuch kahti thi mujhe
Par aah karu Jo toh samjh leti thi mujhe..
Uske pyar ka ikraar tha mujhe ...
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe
karu Jo khata toh tok deti thi mujhe
Par jaane se pahle ROK leti thi mujhe ..
Main hasta tha""uske dil main kahi toh basta tha
Ye ahsas tha mujhe ...
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe ...
Par
Kab duri badhi,kab wo badle
Kab hum aade or wo lade
KUCH abhaas nahi mujhe ..
Chalo phir bhi ...
Uske dil pe dastak di
Kae baar minnat ki ke geenti tak na yaad mujhe ...
Ek sanwli ladki se tha pyar mujhe ...
Waqt ne kuch or karwat li
Sari kasme todi ***
Meri yaado ko bhulaya"
Pyar,waade,wafa ko jalaya"
Uske hatho se mili bas raakh mujhe
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe
U toh uska ab kuch pata nahi ""
Beete kai saal toh rahi na kuch baate yaad mujhe ..
Par
ek dhadkan, ek saans, or uski aakhiri baat hain yaad mujhe ...
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe ..
Naaraj hua Jo ladta khudse ..
Tum kyu ** ab bhi yaad mujhe..
Kyu usse tha or abhi bhi hain ye anchaha sa pyaar mujhe ......
Ek sanwali ladki se (hain) pyar mujhe
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
On blythe Yule Night when we were fu’,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Maggie coost her head fu’ high,
Looked asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer’t and blin’,
Spak o’ lowpin ower a linn;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
Time and Chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Slighted love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie dee?
She may *** to -France for me!
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
How it comes let Doctors tell,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Meg grew sick as he grew hale,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Something in her ***** wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings;
And O her een, they spak sic things!
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
Duncan was a lad o’ grace,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Maggie’s was a piteous case,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Duncan could na be her death,
Swelling Pity smoored his Wrath;
Now they’re crouse and canty baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
4.1k
ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY’S BONNET AT CHURCH
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho’ faith, I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunned by saunt an’ sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a lady!
*** somewhere else and seek your dinner,
On some poor body.
Swith, in some beggar’s haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle
Wi’ ither kindred, jumpin cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whare horn or bane ne’er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud ye there, ye’re out o’ sight,
Below the fatt’rels, snug an’ tight;
Na faith ye yet! ye’ll no be right
Till ye’ve got on it,
The vera tapmost, towering height
O’ Miss’s bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an’ grey as onie grozet:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I’d gie ye sic a hearty dose o’t,
*** dress your droddum!
I *** na been surprised to spy
You on an auld wife’s flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On’s wyliecoat;
But Miss’s fine Lunardi!—fie!
How daur ye do’t?
O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An’ set your beauties a’ abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie’s makin!
Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin!
O, *** some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It *** frae monie a blunder free us
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait *** lea’e us,
And ev’n Devotion!
3.6k
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi’ his love he did deave me;
I said there was naething I hated like men:
The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me, believe me,
The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me.
He spak o’ the darts in my bonie black een,
And vow’d for my love he was diein;
I said he might die when he liked for Jean:
The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein,
The Lord forgie me for liein!
A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
I never loot on that I ken’d it, or car’d,
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
But thought I might hae waur offers.
But what *** ye think? in a fortnight or less,
(The deil tak his taste to *** near her!)
He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.
But a’ the niest week I fretted wi’ care,
I gaed to the tryste o’ Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock, a warlock.
I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock.
But owre my left shoulder I *** him a blink,
Lest neibors might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper’d as he’d been in drink,
And vow’d I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow’d I was his dear lassie.
I spier’d for my cousin fu’ couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recover’d her hearin,
And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl’t feet—
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.
He begg’d, for gudesake, I *** be his wife,
Or else I *** **** him wi’ sorrow:
So e’en to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.
3k
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.
Hark! the mavis’ evening sang
Sounding Clouden’s woods amang,
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.
We’ll *** down by Clouden side,
Through the hazels spreading wide,
O’er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.
Yonder Clouden’s silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours
O’er the dewy bending flowers
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou’rt to Love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
My bonnie dearie.
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die—but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.
While waters wimple to the sea;
While day blinks in the lift sae hie;
Till clay-cauld death shall blin’ my e’e,
Ye shall be my dearie.
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes…
2.5k
It was a’ for our rightfu’ King
We left fair Scotland’s strand;
It was a’ for our rightfu’ King
We e’er saw Irish land,
My dear—
We e’er saw Irish land.
Now a’ is done that men can do,
And a’ is done in vain;
My love and native land, farewell,
For I maun cross the main,
My dear—
For I maun cross the main.
He turn’d him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore;
And *** his bridle-reins a shake,
With, Adieu for evermore,
My dear—
With, Adieu for evermore!
The sodger frae the wars returns,
The sailor frae the main;
But I hae parted frae my love,
Never to meet again,
My dear—
Never to meet again.
When day is gane, and night is come,
And a’ folk bound to sleep,
I think on him that ’s far awa’,
The lee-lang night, and weep,
My dear—
The lee-lang night, and weep.
2.4k
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows
Ca’ them where the burnie rows,
My bonie dearie.
Hark! the mavis’ evening sang
Sounding Cluden’s woods amang,
Then a-fauldin let us gang,
My bonie dearie.
We’ll *** down by Cluden side,
Thro’ the hazels spreading wide,
O’er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.
Yonder Cluden’s silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O’er the dewy-bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou ‘rt to love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
My bonie dearie.
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die—but canna part,
My bonie dearie.
2.4k
Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O!
There’s nought but care on every han’
In every hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
An ’twere na for the lasses, O?
The warl’ly race may riches chase,
An’ riches still may fly them, O;
An’ though at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O.
But gi’e me a canny hour at e’en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An’ warl’ly cares an’ warl’ly men
May a’ *** tapsalteerie, O!
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye’re nought but senseless ***** O;
The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her ‘prentice han’ she tried on man,
An’ then she made the lasses, O.
2.3k
Och! Airn an' Thwndir!
An' Urquhart's Wae Verra Hel!
Great Warlike Glamis' Firey,
An' Hwmyd Loch Doon's Orrah!
Downe! Downe! tae thad howch owre miserable!
Ye a' swithe hame, hame! wae ma Airn ***
An' weile 'yont yondir Suthron!
Waefu', waefu' heyre Ah! War-Ironclad heyne Ȝell,
Wae burr-thistle’s Gowlin’ Storne Micht!
Frae ma verra, verra! Ah ageyne!
Tae the Cauld Enraged Wynde
Unco! intae Æternall Battle Scorchin'
Towardis Moorlan Chain Mail-Bosom o' mine!
O'er an' o'er IT! increasingly thro' Force returnin',
Wae ma verra Blacklyn Tartan o' War heyne,
An' Silvery Brooch, wi'in yondir Lone Sceadewe!
Unco! wae the Rubye Stane deep-shimmerin'
Naixt tae Carham's Gory Landis, an' the Targe-Hell,
Thro’ nowe Tune Martial, stick-an-stowe Ȝell!
Airn-Curse Core-Firey, Hye-Flamin' IT!
Heyne unco rychte Airn-Moorlan o'er ye a'!
Ah, bye nowe the FEUDAL OWAR-MANN!
'Yont thad Auld Whunstane Tower-Shrine
Togider wae Lang Titanium-Claymore, Airn-Dazzlin'
An' ne'er, ne'er, IT! stick-an-stowe tae wane!
Wi'in theis Bluish Fyre syne! Verra War-Swaird Rairan IT,
Intae Thae Hringiren Æternall, Thwndir-Devastatin' o' mine!
QVOAD FEODALE MEA CVM RVBRA SPATHA
ET RELVCENTE HOC SCVTO AC FVLMINE NIVEO
SCOTORVM INTRA HANC TEMPESTATEM MAGNAM
QVÆ FLOS IGNEVS EST TONITRVO NOMINE ALTO
NEMO GELIDO HOC LOCO IMPVNE ME LACESSIT.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
wee ribbit, hoppin, daftie beastie
a rebber baind is in tha breastie
thou needs but waindie baindie up
and off tha hop
i *** be laith to rin an chase thee
tha niver stop
wee hoppin freggie tha smal laigs
is baitter spring than sailver stail
but i wud giv ye this advaice:
dinna tak a chance
some think tha laigs a taestie meal
dinna *** ta france
nu laieth flattie en the wa'
laik paice o' paeper gon astra'
nae mair tha hoppin in the aer
sae daft an barmy
the ainly fewture fair thee now
is origami
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 1:21 AM UTC
Pathhar se ban kar reh *** sab muskurare rang, raste me thhak kar so *** masoom si umang, dil hai ki fir b khwab sajane ka shauk hai... Aage ki line yaad nhi
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
Aaj fir wo bachpan ki yaadein khuli dhup ki kiran si yaad aa ***
hoton pe pyaari si muskaan khila ***
ek bchpn ki maasum chali dikhla ***
wo yaadon hamare befikre pn ki h
jb ersha se koe nataa naa tha
jb hamare muskano m chupa koe dokha na tha
jb khilkhila k hsne s waqt ne hme roka na tha
nahi koe bndhn ki beriyon ne jhkra tha
ab to bndhn ki beriya h
or rok tok ki jangire
wo bchpn ki yaadon ke aate hi
ek masum - schchi si muskaan chere ko khila jaati h
pr ush bchpn k chale jaane ki maeusi aankhon pe lata andhera sa h.
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 8:41 AM UTC
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
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC
I love you not only who you are but for who I am when I chat with you
words can not express how much I love you and care about you
I hope that you will never forget how much you mean to me
But I can’t keep going on knowing that you don’t feel the same way about me
What is it with me its like am stacked
In the middle of know where
Is this love? Or is this a game of love?
You don't love me the way I love you
I'm just a friend who's always there for you
Sick Of Crying
Tired Of Trying
Yeah I'm Smiling
But Inside I'm Dying
I wrote your name in the sky,
But the wind blew it away
I wrote your name in the sand,
But the ocean swept it away
I wrote your name in the sea,
But the waves carried it away
I wrote your name in my heart,
And forever it will stay
I love you and you not ready
To love me
Kera....
**lebitso la *** la tura**
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
Guzar gay kaey din , kiay gham-e-jaanaan main hijrat
Aik wohi tou umeed thee apni, ikk wohi thee muhabbat!!
Tmhain maaloom hai meray ghar kay darwazay muqaffal hain paray
Jahan ikk arsay hawa chalti thee, jahan bastii thee chahat!!
Ab tou yun kharay hain shahrahon pay, kay faqeer ka sa gumaan hota hai
Jiss rastay say khusboo aati thee, tere gul-e-rafaqat!!
Aur phir yun hoa kay raat ki parchai gahri say gahri hoti chali ***
Aur hum dobtay chalay gay, madham saanson say taraf, tere rughbat!!
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
Like butterflies,
My heart soars high .
Such *** thoughts.
Feeling like lighting bugs
From your kissies to hugs
And all the other bugs
From sun set to sun down
You stop every frown
Youre the color on its wings
You britghen everything
Like butterflies
My heart soars high
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
Ek sapna tha dekha
Hoga koe ghr mera v apna
Jo bsh hoga mera
Mere haaton s sicha hua
Koe na hoga kehene wala
Ki
tu praae ghr ki jaae h
Tu praae ghr s aae h
Fir na hoga sawal
Ki rabba tune kon s ghr k liye mujhe bnaae h
Pr zindagi k kitab k enn panno ko puri krte krte
Ush kitab k kuch pnne khali hi rh gye
Mere zindagi ki kuch khani adhuri hi rh ***
Wo panno ko bharne ki kosishe to thi
Pr hr kosish kamyaabi k sikhr tk nhi le jaati
Zindagi k kuch kisse adhure hi rh jaate h
Tik wese hi jese ki
Meri adhuri si kuch kahani rhi
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC
Och! Airn an’ Thundir! Great Orrah!
Ere ye a' sune an’ syne fast, verra fast ***
Wae Verra Skye-Storne Hye,
Skye-Unleashed, IT! Clitheroe's Gory Orrah!
Frae mah Burnan’ Skye-Rage,
An' unco Airn-Curse o’er ye a',
Downe, downe! owre downe!
Theis Moorlan Firey Grass flyin’,
Dinna Daur! Ah say, Dinna Daur!
Tae mah Verra Skye-Roaran’
An' Skye-Furious Bellum, Guid Orrah!
Nae tae baith nowe listen!
Nor tae set futis ageyne, Ah say!
Wae yer unco dishonorable duds,
Oan Theis Verra Nobil Glamis’ Hal’,
Kingdom o' Scotland IT, Airn-Auld,
Robert th' Bruce Micht,
Ironclad, her Ruler, wae Wois Loud!
Fore, ne’er, ne’er, Ah skye-yell;
AH UNCO WADNA!
AH UNCO WADNA!
Great Guid, Verra Guid Orrah!
Wae mah Bleezan Skye-Blade o’ War,
An’ Verra, Verra Guid Gilded Targe,
Auldfarran, juist twich ye a'!
Whene'er, an’ unco fore’er,
Intae THEIS DEEP LOCH O' RID HEL,
An' thro' yondir War-Thundir, och!
Wae mah Skye-Skean steel-fechtin’.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Mrs Scot had let me
into the flat
and sat me
in the sitting room
without a word except
*** en"
rather bruskly
at my back.
Hannah I assumed
was still in bed
or dressing
or fast asleep.
I gazed around the room
like an explorer
in some ancient land.
It was tidy but drab.
Statuettes stood on shelves
with photographs of people
in kilts who looked
and stared
with a certain pride.
The window revealed
a span of grass
a fence
and a sight of road.
Hannah went past
in a flash
and closed a door.
I thought I saw her
part naked
but I wasn't sure.
"She'll nae be lang"
her mother said
standing by the the door
eyeing me severely
with her dark eyes
and sign
upon her forehead
should say "
Death this way lies".
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
surely this is the end
the hope of orion look back upon us, and tell the lovers tales
a choice, so simple a love so gone, surely this is the end
the cups are empty the tears have pooled
words whirlwind like memories
surely this is the end
if it is the end, why must it end this way the questions question the way we way
why are you ***
worries for curls and worries for girls, cracking knuckles in the mall
bang my head against a wall
then perhaps an answer will stall from the halls the cracks in the walls the blood as it falls perhaps and answer will stall
make me known oh beautiful love
this surely is the end
sitting here in my dwindling stock the cold ones stare at my eyes
they tell so many truths to us when we were still alive
doubts consume my very head and drop me to the floor
starved for connection i only plead and ask the doubt for more
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC