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ZT Feb 2016
Ako di man adunahan
Pero kun ako man gali ma gugmaan
Akong ihatag ang akong tanan

Pero unsaon taman
Hangtod diri ra gyud taman
Kay bahalag gihatag ko na sa imo ang tanan
Ikaw man gihapon nakulangan

Wa ko man na abot
Ang pangarap nga mahawiran imong kamot
Nagpasalamat ra pod ko sa imo kay
Tungod sa imo di na ako masakitan pa kay
di gyud ko makalimot
Nga sa imo akong gugma, ako nang gihurot
Ug hatag mao nang Sa uban di na ako magmahal pa
Mao nang sa uban di na ako masakitan pa.
Wenglou Apr 2015
Inday unom na katuig ang nilabay
sa dihang nahikagplagan tika milabay sa balay
sa handumanan ko nahipatik ang katahom sa imong hulagway
may mga panahon sa kasing2x og damgo ko imong kaanyag mobisita gamay

Karon dili masukod ang kalipay sa dihang nagkaila ta
Adunay panahon magkachat ta lingaw sige kog katawa
sa dihang nakahibalo naka sa tinuod og naglagot ka sa akoa
maayo man ng makahibalo ka sa tinuod samtang sayo pa

Kung moabot ang panahon mosugot na ka magdate ta
Por syur ako man jud ng gasto more pa
be conscious lang sa imong dayet aron conscious pud ko sa akong bulsa
kung cge na ta det2x chippy og tubig na lang gani ang order para natong duha
pasabot KKB nalang ta sunod, salamat sa pagsabot hap...

og kung ugaling dili na jud nimo maagwanta imo nakong sugton
ayaw kabalaka ipanaad ko imong gugma akong amumahon
sa kanunay ikaw akong panggaon sa mga gakus ko ikaw akong prisohon
tanan nimong gusto akong buhaton imong mga sugo akong tumanon

Og kung imo naman gali kong sugoon sa merkado
pwede ayaw pud ko paalsaha og bugas isa ka sako
basin og tungod sa kabug-at di nako makaya makaigit ko
kung pwede lang unta kilo kiloha pud na og mahimo.
Ankit Dubey May 2019
apno se jada gairon ki yaad aati hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jaati hai,
dil ka haal samajhne vala koi nahi hota,
aur jindagi hai k bas ek chidiya ki tarah ud jati hai,
dll me yaad basi rah jaati hai,
mashaal jalti hui achanak bujh jati hai,
aankhon k saamne base andhera hi andhera dikhta hai,
har roshni bhi feeki pad jati hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai....
wajah bewajah hi dard uthta rhta hai,
aankhon ka mom har waqt pighalta rahta hai,
aansoo b rasta aona badal lete hai,
dil me tadap k shiva aur kuj nahi bachta hai,
har khwahish dafan ** jati hai,
chahat bas khud ko khatam karne ki rah jati hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai.....
shahar logon se bhara hokar bhi veeran lagta hai,
din nikalte hi dhalne lag jata hai,
bewajah koi insaan shaitan lagne lagta hai,
khud ki ek saan bhi bejaan lagne lagti hai,
bejaan aawaj,
rookhe shabd,
pathrayi aankhen,
aur aansuon ki sookhi dhara shrajal ** uthti hai,
jab jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai.....
yun to har waqt khyal dil me rhta hai k vo mera hai,
tabhi koi khta hai k vo nahi bas bhram tera hai,
aur kitna pyar me barbaad ** jaun,
khatam ** jaun ya tujhme hi mar jaun,
aasan nahi koi jirah rah jati hai,
har gali kooche se bas unk nikalne ki aas rahti hai,
vo mere nahi har taraf bas ek hi aawaj goonjti hai,
din khatam raat shuru,
roshni gayi andhera shuru,
sath khatam tanhayi shuru,
bas yahi tadpan har ghadi rah jati hai,
vo meri nahi kisi aur ki ** jati hai,
jindagi kisi gair ki mohtaaj ** jati hai....
Mein ghuma
Tum ghumi
Gali gali...

Phir waqt beeta  waqt
Tumhe gumte gumte dekha
Pyar se pyaraa
Nadiyon ka Sahara
Jagmag taara
Aur hum dekhne lage...
Ek dusre ko ...khuch is tarah...
Aur phir chala ishq ka shilsila...
Chalta raha
Chalta raha
Ishq e junooniyat
...shukriya shukriya...
Murari mohan Feb 2018
Khair choro ab rahney bhi doh,
Beetey wqt Ko jubaa pr aaney bhi doh,
Bhut Khel li Khel isq-mohbat ka,
Bachpan Ko jra zindagi se rubru honey doh!!

Bichurey saal Huey,
Na yaad hum aaye na tum,
Jaaney kaisey sbhi begaaney Huey,
USS gali se kyu anjaaney Huey!!

Sidhiyo pr chadhna seekha,sang mitti Mai girna,
Dosti ka mtlb ** ya pyaar ka fsana,
Hum sabney yhi seekha zindagi ka saath nibhana!!

Kya tum bhool gye wo yaadey,wo baatey,
Ghr jaaney ke raastey,
Barsaat Mai bheegtey,kichad Mai kudatey,
Bus ke pichey gulaab liye firtey,
Koi kuch khey toh whi adig ** jaatey!!

Kitni haseen hai wo yaadey, Bachpan ki baatey,
Fir kyu ek dujey se begaaney Huey,
USS gali se kyu anjaaney huey,!!

Khair choro ab rahney bhi doh,
Zindagi Ko Bachpan ki meethi yaado se rubru toh honey doh!!
JAMIL HUSSAIN Oct 2016
Apni Dhun Mein Rehta Hoon
Main Bhi Tere Jaisa Hoon

Roaming within my own tunes I am
O’ just like you I am


Oh Pichhlee Rut Ke Saathi
Abke Baras Main Tanha Hoon

O’ friend of the past season
This year completely alone I am


Teri Gali Mein Sara Din
Dukh Ke Kankar Chunta Hoon

Whole day, in your street
Collecting the pebbles of sorrows I am


Mera Diya Jalaye Kuan
Main Tera Khali Kamra Hoon

Who will set my lamp alight?
O’ your vacated room I am


Apni Leher Hai Apna Rog
Dariya Hoon Aur Pyasaa Hoon

My own wave is the malady
Ocean I am and yet so thirsty I am


Aati Rut Mujhe Royegi
Jaati Rut Ka Jhonka Hoon*

Coming season will weep for me
O’ breeze of the ending season I am


— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Poet Nasir Kazmi, Sung by Ghulam Ali
Shrivastva MK Apr 2018
Rishtey wo nahi hote jo duniya ko dikhaye jaye,
Rishtey wo hote hai jo dil se Nibhaye jaye.
Rishtey nibhana har kisi ke bas me nahi,
Ab to bs rah gyi hai yadon ki haseen gali,

Rishtey wo nahi jo sirf sukh me kaam aate hai,
Rishtey tou wo hote hai jo dukh me sath nibhate hai,
Rishta agar es dil se hota hai,
Wo rista bda hi atut hota hai,

Rishta banao tou use dilon jaan se nibhana,
Kisi ki bhawnao ka mazak na udana,
Kisi ki zindagi bankar uski zindagi na chhen lena,
Aankhon mein aansuo ka tohfa na dena,

Rishtey me khatas nahi mithas hona chahiye,
Rishtey me bahas nahi vishwas hona chahiye,
Wo rista ek na ek din tut jata hai,
Jo rishta dil se nahi dimaag se nibhaya jata hai,

Saath chhodne wale tou bus majburiyon ka haath thaam lete hai,
Nibhane wale tou maut ka darwaza khatakne kya aakhiri saans tak hamare saath hote hain,
Rishtey tou milte hai mukaddar se,
Sanjo lo unhe dil mein,

Jis rishtey ko us khuda ne bnaye hai,
Ek na ek din use jaroor milaye hai,
Jab do dil ek ** jate hai,
Tab wo ek anmol rishtey kahlate hai....

Collaboration  by Shrivastva MK and Sonia*Paruthi
Meghna Chatterji Jan 2015
The other sides of the table aren’t that lavish as your side might be,
At the other side of the table there will not be an excess of curry.
The puris and bhajis and the halwas that you so dearly eat,
Please do not throw them in the dust bin as there are others who too want to eat!
Walking down the pink city,
I hear the shehnaais and smell the sweet meat.
I take a turn into the gali just to get a peek,
I do not see the women in shimmery sarees
I see the children with ***** hands.
They have been rampaging through the bins and run helter- skelter on the instance of an intrusive sound.
The dogs are brave,
At least they don’t flee when they see me…
But, those children are embarrassed to be disturbed while they searched the trash for a small bite!
I wonder if the brides and the grooms ever thought
That the amount of happiness they spread through the lavish four course buffets,
Are but, going to be discarded by people who ate too much.
These remnants are then tossed and picked carefully through these bins
The children have an almost mechanical drive when picking and tossing through trash heaps
The food that you waste is but, a filling meal!

Do not waste food; instead, Share it with your neighborhood kid!
Food that has been cooked for too many and eaten by too Few.
Should not be Discarded into the dust bin,
As, its perfectly fine to Reuse, Reduce and Recycle!
-Meghna Chatterji
Voices from Behind the Shining Wedding Pandals!
Jindagi e nasha e jung
Mein khud se itna khafa
Ki junglee hua dil
Mein pagal gali gali bhatakta
Ek musafir e samundar
Bheeg gaya nadiyon ke jaal me
Jal jal me dhoop e nasha
Mein piyo sharaab har dafa
Mat roko, mujhe thoda aur jeene do
Haan dard e nasha peene do
Haan thoda peene do

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Mein Teri yaad me
Jee raha hu pal pal din geente geente
Gali gali bas yaad me tere
Ghumti hui Teri nazar meri nazron se aa mili
Ek kahani ulaajh gayi...
Aur mein khwaab me bhi ab sharaab pine laga
....

...
Dheere dheere oski gali
Meri gali se aa takra gayi
Aur waqt der waqt ...
Oske pyaar me
Ek kahani...
Pyaar bhari...
Banti gayi
Banti gayi...
Aur kaise saal beet gaya
Pata hi na chala...
...
Jo Organiza Feb 20
O Titser! My Titser!

Dughan kong naglatagaw sa tibuok adlaw
nahibalik sa paglantaw sa agtang **** hayag kaayo musinaw,
Ug sa dihang nisulod kas eskwelahan, ikaw ra gayod ang nag inusarang kahayag na akong nakit-an.
Pangalan mo palang, mupitik na'g kadali ang akong dughan.
Kung gali magleksyon ka dira sa atubangan, sa'kong hunahuna, hagbay na tikang gipakaslan.

O Titser! My Titser!
Pinalangga kong katingalahang maestra
Hangtud kunus-a paman ko maghulat
na ikaw gayod ma-akoa?

Tagda ning kasingkasing sa usa ka magbabalak
Paminawa kining mga hilak sa akong mga gitagik na mga balak
gugmang tinuod, 'di gayod kini bakak.

Isa ko ka estudyanteng bugoy, pero ayg kabalaka, apil nakas akong mga pangandoy.
Dira sa simbahan, sa fuente, sa mango, ug bisag asa maabot, nganli ko'g lugar, atoa nang isuroy.

O Titser! My Titser!
Pinalangga kong gwapang maestra,
nganong 'di man jud tika ma akoa?
andam ko pang abton mga bituon,
mamupo'g tambis sa kabuntagon,
unsa pamay laing dapat nakong buhaton?
aron ang tam-is **** paghigugma ako dayung maangkon.
I wrote this one para sa akong crush sauna hHAHAHHAA
Balak - A Bisaya Poem.
Megha Thakur Jun 12
Ye raste jane hume kis or le jate hai,
Zara sa apnate hai kabhi,
To kabhi begane lagne lag jate h.

Ye tedhe-medhe ulte-sidhe raste,
Kis gali kis nukad par mud jate hai,
Jaha bhi ye mud jate hai wahi se naye mod ban jate hai.

Har mod har dagar par ye naye kisse nayi kahaaniyan sunate hai,
Kabhi haste hai hume to kabhi hume rulate hai,
Kabhi kisi ki zindgi ki shuruat to kabhi kisi ke kahaani ka ant ban jate hai.

Yehi to hai jo hume zindgi ke har naye-purane pahlu se rubaru karwate hai,
Jo ye girate hai to uth kar fir chalne ka sabab bi to hume yehi samjhate hai,
Ye raste hi to hai jo musafiro ko unki manzil ki or le jate hai.

Jo kabhi hote hai naraz to paas bhi ye khud hi bulate hai,
Apno ki ehmiyat kya hai is zindgi me yehi to hume btate hai,
Hai apnate kisko kabhi to kabhi kisiko bhul bhi ye jate hai.

Zindgi hai chalte rahne ka naam ye raste hi to hume yaad dilate hai,
Har pal har ghari kuch naya hume sikhate hai,
Jo milate hai kisise kabhi to kabhi kisiko dur bhi to yehi le jate hai.

Or agar gaur se dekha aur socha jaye to,
Zindgi ke mayine aur is hasin falsafe ka ehsaas  waqt be waqt aksar ye raste hi hume karwate hai.
-Megha Thakur
Hisaab e Dard
Ghumsum jaam
Surili

Rukh e  kadar meethas...
Zara Zara
Khubsurti e nameek

Udta ...e Ishq ki Tamannah
Ishaare ishaare me
Ruka mein oski gali me
Baar Baar najane kitne Baar!!!
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in ref. to parliREACH: my own revision of "standards" / a return to fully functioning descriptive attaches / cubism / no! to colour-blindness / poetry of whites / communism was good because mostly starving Ukrainians or Kazakhs or other "badziewie" / pressure to instigate overt-nuances of language: a necessary intro. of ciphers / alt.? scythe and stone for every hammer and sickle... ardently pro private property - my own personal library would shame the Romford public 'un... excuses? none: at "face-value"... literally... let's not bother with transcending the man the albino the **** similis - there is nothing essential about a man's personality / character: i don't have a dream - all the better - a return to basics: fully primed HD vintage - bone-sore plum mascara pulp of a face in detail... yes... let's goo!

Afghani or Afghanistani -
         teasingly -
               tip of toe to the burnt heel -
bazar of spices -
and some angry prefix lady:

asian dub foundation: flyover -

iowa or ohio?
         'no iraqi ever called me a ****-'
this huge and coincidentally
hiding rainbow of
alphabets and a peoples
with strap-on or donning wigs

'burning up the Urals in south
Kensington'
little mongol warrior -
mongol or mongrel?

   the plethora of diasporas:
LGBTq-anon.
    and of course: angry prefix
lady...
dull twisting: a vaguness
of eyes and a schizophrenic's Is:
this iota a push-push of
plural with a possessive article
of an APOSTROPHE 'IGMA...

sha-tan...
     Mr. Ghan -
mr. gali-gali in old Bengal -
   cinnamon lives matter...
copperskins and culprits when
not smooching a molten heap
of choccy-blues...

my own stint at gammon:
hyper-inflating a lost character but....
this pronounced idle of...
himalayan salt: pinkish: really though:
pink through and through...

tired of the tan - tabs of a vit-D iet
nonetheless required:
the colour of wheat -
   a faint description of cardamom
once exposed to too much
sunlight -
              breaking barks of wood
in the same disease of the sun...

a running against eskimos -
    ******* a lemon to squint since
not endowed with enough eyelashes...
it's not an anger it's not
a gimmick -
            revelations of
accusations - no more mythical
sha-tan -
               a case for: digging trenches -
in the mud of flanders
better still: no flanders -
a knee deep ******* side of whittle
essex that almost all of
England wants to tease -

the origins of oranges -
and the whitening of teeth -
no one ever mentioned the whitey's
envy of the negros ivory?
pristine white in the ivory
and the sclera?

hyper-"racism"... a poetry that would
have someone bewildered at
terms 'apricot' / 'cinnamon' applied
to a dog's fur -
   yes... the thesis of anti-racism was
to dig deep into an essential man...

apparently that's not necessary
anymore -
there has to be a return
to picasso's african mask cubism:
the exfoliation of details:
and excuses of them...
no apology required...

nothing worse these days
than being colour-blind:
of missing the descriptive utility
of this tongue...
afro like sponge mingling with
cotton-candy in sensation...

too bad for the superiors:
h'arab and beijing middle-kingdom
pronto...
ya'llah! imsh'e...
      sinking in that dead sea
black custard thick:
a camel jockey and his camel;
choo! choo! the mercedes-benz
joked.
Ryan O'Leary Jul 2018
Speech impediments spoken
With dyslexic flair

Palindromic sentences ending
Where they start

Double syllables pronounced
At speeds

Tinnitus and repetition
A cause to beg one's pardon
No full-stops

Auctioneering diatribe continues
Without a single breath
Lama Lama Krishna Krishna

Elocution executed
Words - no - Worth

Onomatopoeia echoes round
The room
Verbose
Someone shouted ' VOWEL'

    Acoustic Interlude

Butros Butros Gali takes a drink

   To lubricate his tongue
Ryan O'Leary Jun 2018
Speech impediments spoken
With dyslexic flair
Palindromic sentences ending
Where they start
Double syllables pronounced
At speeds
Tinnitus and repetition
A cause to beg one's pardon
No full-stops
Auctioneering diatribe continues
Without a single breath
Lama Lama Krishna Krishna
Elocution executed
Words - no - Worth
Onomatopoeia echoes round
The room
Verbose
Someone shouted  VOWEL

    Acoustic Interlude

Butros Butros Gali takes a drink

   To lubricate his tongue
This is a lung exercise for smokers
Teen mahine pehle ek dastak hui,
603-604 asha appt mein hulchul hui,

Mein Corona hoon, sab mujhse darte hai...usne jataya..
Kuch darre hum, kuch sehme hum,
Phir usko bataya...
Saalo pehle BP aur Sugar aaye the,
Hum goli khaye, phir kheer pakori ka mazza uthaya...
Aur unko niptaaya....
Uff Caronao, humein daraona....

Kuch hum darre hai,
Ghar par baithe hai,
Sab jagah curfew hai,
Sadak par "few" hai,
Woh Corona Warriors hai...
Uff Coronao, humein daraona...

Kuch study ki, analysis kiya,
Immunity ko strong kiya,
Anlom-vilom par command kiya,
Saas aise powerful kiya,
Corona ne bhi social distancing kiya,
Uff Coronao, humein daraona....

Hummare pair mein bhi sanichar hai,
Ghar se nikalna humari fitrat hai,
Kuch na sahi corona hai,
Ussi ka discussion hai,
Uff coronao, humein daraona

Tum senior citizen na bano,
Youngster ki gali mein raho,
Hum party aur dinner ko tarse,
Tum pre-Corona bash manao,
Uff coronao, humein daraona

Maana badlaav mushkil hai,
Par safar toh karna hai,
Nokia namaskar se phone tak,
Soap se sanitizer tak,
College life se family life tak,
Ghoomne se ghar par thaherne tak,
Uff Corona, humein daraona...
This is for 2 brothers, both senior n retired, have diabetes, BP....n loves to venture out

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