"goli" poems
Swrgiding dwima dwisa
gaigra mai dubli
benw jwngni gami
Goi patwini bari
~
no no mai bakri
maihung **** mwswo goli
benw jwngni gami
gwmkangw magw-bwisagu
~
dwikorniprai dwi kaonai
nosim janjiyao paperna labwnai
benw jwngni gami
grwm grwm raijw janai
~
swrangsi swrangsi daola gesernai
hal huronlangnai
benw jwngni gami
hal kodaljwng abad maonai
-
bari kona kona mwigongni bari
lai lapa baidi mulani
benw jwngni gami
angkal gwiya megong taigongni
~
mandir girja bathou puja
switw jwngni sibisali
benw jwngni gami
goi taijow kantal bari mungni.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
Noć je. I vetar…
Iz daljine dopire sove huk. Ona je noćna ptica. Kao ja…
Oboje krećemo u lov. Noću. To je naše breme.
Ali ja lovac nisam.
Tvoj muž me lovi noćima.
Ja sam divljač.
Divljač, čiji ukus mu ne odgovara.
Kad iz sna me prene uzdah.
Uzdah tvoj.
Uzdah gladne vagine.
Za goli se život borim. Ti i on gužvate postelju.
Pripitomiću te. Ali ipak pojesti…
Tvoga muža.
I pušku.
I metke.
I noć.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
i found that showing off your
taste in music
is actually more intimidating
than walking around in Eden
stark naked - given
the auspiciousness in the "glamour"
industry and elsewhere, odd, isn't it?
we are more ashamed by
our musical taste, shunned by it -
the Balkan Slavs are the Spaniards
of what most people call "cheap taste",
you now, oiled and greasy
six packs and - well the Balkan Slavs
bred with the Ottoman Turks,
what do you expect?
we are more intimidated by our taste
in music being exposed than our naked
bodies -
believe me, i'll cry at the beauty,
i'll cry at the beauty but i will not despair -
i rather allow tears in, because i know
laughter too will come, i rather cry at beauty
than inhibit it with a masculine heart
expected of me to be stern and in the belgian
trenches - stupid youth idolising the warring
of old farts who have a disclosure for
swollen prostates and can't take the banta (
huh?! goli? i hate slang incorporation,
it's absolute nonsense) -
so instead they shove young men into warring
enclosures and then lay wreaths of poppies
with a 1 minute silence... i told you,
absolute ******** - i rather cry at beauty when
it appears like a picturesque sunrise -
that Armenian will have a beef stake weighing
at half a kilogram to box with translating my works -
i don't mind standing naked like this,
another example https://goo.gl/pJpddh.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
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...
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC