"hongi" poems
Har haal mein hum khush reh le,
Gujarish hai bs mera humsafar har janam mile.
Tabeez bnkar har buri nazar se mai unhe bacha lu,
Apni har saans mai har janam unke sang likh du.
Ye saanse agar tham bhi jayein,
Aye mere sanam aap humesha mere sang rahein.
Ye uljhi hui haathon ki lakeer,
Aapke aane se sajti hai taqdeer.
Mere rom rom bs ek hi hai naam,
Aye khuda padh le mere naam se aaya paigaam.
Daaman failaye fariyaad hai tujhse,
Humesha jode rakhna mujhe unse.
Wo mile sab kuch paa liya maine,
Aur kuch na ab mujhe chahiye.
Ankhiyon ko sukoon milta,
Jab chehra unka dikh jaata.
Is rani ki jaan tou hai wo raja,
Unhi ki badault meri maang mein sindoor saja.
Har koi chahta hai us aasmaan ke chaand ko,
Mera chaand tou mere paas humesha **
Sajda karu mai unki is rooh ko,
Suche moti se bhi saacha hai unka dil wo.
Poori kayenaat samet ke meri jholi mein daal di,
Is dil ki saanse tou us dil se humesha humesha ke liye judi.
Wo saath hain tou mera khuda hai mere pass,
Behad pyaara hai unka aur mera dil ka har ehsaas.
Jab raakh ** jayegi ye kaaya meri,
Mujhe har pal sukoon pahuchayegi awaaz wo teri.
Saanse rahe na rahe mere saathiya,
Humesha mere sang rehna mere mahiya.
Jab umar ki ye naiya bhawar badal legi,
Chehre ki chamak apne rang badal degi.
Fir bhi aap humesha mere sang rehna,
Mujhe aapse bs yahi hai kehna.
Bikhre bikhre se they hum pehle,
Aapke aane se is zindagi mein phul khile.
Mere pass shabd hi nahi hain ki kaise us uparwale ka ,
Mai shukriya ada karu? Aap mile sab kuch mil gaya.
Jab ye waqt khafa hone lagega mujhse,
Ye duniya bhi saath chhor degi aas rhegi tujhse.
Har kadam par saath rehna mere sanam,
Tere siwa koi nahi hai mera humdum.
Ye qismat humari bhut khel hai khelti,
Dil ki dadhkane har pal aapko talaashti.
Chahe kaisa bhi ** manjar,
Zameenein hongi banjar.
Tab bhi mere sang rehna.
Bs yhi hai aapse kehna.
Aapke ye ardhangini humesha hai aapke saath,
Haathon mein liye hardum aapka haath.
Chahe waqt badle ya taqdeer khel khele,
Har pal aapki biwi milegi aapko lagaye seene se .
Kuch nahi chahiye humein,
Neele gagan ke neeche kahin bhi aapke sang rehle.
Bs aap saath rehna,
Itna hi mujhe kehna.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Ki haar gaya tan tan man puakar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe
Ki jis pal haldi lepi hogi tan par maa
Jis pal sakhio ne saupi hongi saugaate
Dholak ki thappo me , ghunghroo ki runjhoon me
Ghulkar faili hongi ghar me pyari baate
Uss pal meethi si dhun , sune kamre me sun
Roye man chausar par haar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe .....
Haar gya tan man ..........re haar gya re..
Kal tak jo humko , tumko milwa deti thi
Un sakhio ke pprashno ne toka to hoga
Saajan ki anjuri par anjuri kaapi hogi
Meri sudhio ne rasta roka to hoga
Uss pal socha man me aage ab jeevan main
Jee lenge hans kar bisaar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe ...
Haar gaya tan man ....re haar gya re
Kal tak jin geeto ko tum apana kahti thi
Akhbaaro me padhkar kaisa lagta hoga
Saawan ki raato me saajan ki bahoon main
Tan to sota hoga par man jagta hoga
Uss pal ke jeene me aanshu *** lene me
Marte hai man hi man maar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe
Haar gaya tan-man ...re haar gaya re..
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
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 jism 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..
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
*whenever i drink with friends, i wake
up the next morning thinking i had a midlife crisis
and bought a yacht with my debit card,
given that i was using the card on 3.50 pints of guinness.*
a loveless scene, that is, full of laughter
and itemisation of the surroundings -
in an adams’ family house type of pub
with gargantuan pillars and more expanding lung space
than in an asthmatic convention the troopers
gathered for talk of almost anything.
one was giving into the psychological testament
of “stealing the show,” playing on the whole social aspect
of respecting the presence of strangers -
a william blake quote was heard -
but since it wasn’t properly quoted the suggestion was:
don’t quote poetry verbatim within a millimetre off precision,
it’ll show you’re not a poet, plus the listener will not investigate
something that’s quoted perfectly.
the quote: had anger with my friend, told my anger
my anger did end. hand anger with my enemy,
didn’t tell it, my anger grew, found my enemy dead
by the apple tree. the prompt for all this? pears,
we were talking with pears in mind.
- we’re talking drinking after a bottle of brandy and three beers
having walked the distance between romford and seven kings. -
all throughout it was concerning to look at the old man
and two frisky girls - we’re talking: are we really going to be
the young philosophers? all the old men in our age are corrupt,
i wouldn’t trust them with a pen let alone a sword -
so while the youth languished the old man took to the girls -
but i laughed on purpose to peacock myself into the eyesight of one,
in the end, i got as close as getting her to go outside,
kissing her hand and forehead and doing some māori hongi,
but then she started with auschwitz dating dynamics: number! nummer!
schnell schnell!
oh right... my house no. 01708766... that’s as far as we got, before she lost
interest and i ended up walking home with a traffic sign signature’d
by my fist; that’s how i practice, hoping for an even connection
between my index and pinky knuckle;
and now? now i’m going to drink a stale 7% with a cigarette **** in it,
cough up a saliva schnitzel and wear sunglasses.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
(SHE IS SAYING THESE LINES WHEN HER HUSBAND THINKS THAT HIS WIFE IS CHARACTERLESS),,,,,,,,
MERE DIL KI BATAIN DIL MAI HI REH JAENGI,
TUM YAD KAROGY JAB TO SHYAD ANKHEN BHAR JAENGI,
JO TERI NAZRON MAI GALAT HU, KISI KO DHOKHA DEKAR CHHORA TO NHI MAINE,
KHATA BHUT JISE MANTA HAI, TUJHE ANDAR TAK TODA TO NHI MAINE,
GALATIA HUI HONGI, DHOKHA TO NHI DIA TUJHE,
MUJHE ROZ GALAT THEHRATA HAI, KABHI SOCHA HAI, KITNA DARD HOTA HOGA MUJHE,
TERE LIYE MAINE KHUD KO MARA HAI, SHYAD TU KBHI NA KR SAKE,
MAINE JO MITAEA HAI, SHYAD BIKHAR KE TU NA SIMAT SAKE,....
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC