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Shrivastva MK Feb 2017
Wo Zindagi kis Kam ki
Jisme tumhara sath na **,
Wo hoth kis Kam ki
Jisme Tumhari muskan na **,
Taare bhi tut Kar gir jate ek din
Jab Chand ka sath na **,

Wo aankhey kis Kam ki
Jisme tumhara chehra na **,
Wo dil kis Kam ki
Jisme tumhara pyaar na **,
tut Kar bikhar jate akshar wo
Pyaar jisme viswas na **,

Zindagi ek paheli Hai
Kab Kaise aur kiska Kab tak sath **,
Kab kadi dhup ** ya Kab
Jhamajham barsat **,
Muskura ke ye Zindagi bhi unke naam kardu
Jab mere hath me unka hath **....
Feelings about love
Derek Yohn Oct 2013
i am sitting outside,
searching a sunset:
a plant loving light,
gobbling it up through
every pore.
Looking for the pinpoints
of ancient transmission.
i see a bulge...NO...
two, THREE!:
alien fingers pressing
latex event horizon,
mixed palette cornea burned.
     (Just a flashback, a
      cold beach night in
      my memory, feeling
      small in the universe
      again; chain-smoking
      unfiltered cigarettes,
      forcing a process, tasted
      bittersweet on the
      tip of my tongue.
)

i hate you, Florida,
but every where is equally
beautiful in the now.
None of it is home.

i don't know what that means...

is it here, where i am
understood, examined?

i am cold, seeking fire:
i need to cut you wide
open, Luke's Tauntaun, and
stuff you full of my words,
replace your white insides
with black and gray ink.

To live.
To BURN.
In the light, the way of forever.
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
A long time ago? Far, far away?
The Death Star collapsed and we could see
The mess it created: explosive spray -
Polluting a space in our history.

Now things are worse. X-Wings coerce
The ice-caps of Hoth to melt into sea.
What are we to do? I haven’t a clue
But hope that the force is strong within me.

The answer is clear watching Star Wars for hours:
Recycling, it seems, is not just for Jawas.
Matt Proctor Feb 2014
they packed the town into a big box
and shipped it to southeast ohio
they packed bryan adams into a box
and shipped it to southeast asia
they packed the baby into a box
and shipped it to madonna

drawn up with a silver pen
the EPZs jurisdiction
the cease fires declaration
and the stockyards reopen for business

the hundred thousand leaves shrouding
the white house roar
like a crowd, like a nation
a few man's hands
shake that sound
like snake's tails rattling
into a megaphone

the heavy metal band pleads self-defense.
they just play music. that's all they do
they're not protesting
except in a vague way
against everything,
they're not sure what
perhaps the chaotic volume
of their early adolescence

a child bent around a pen
is told to count the lima beans again
he counted too fast
a snarling dragon pulls up
and he rides, concluding
in a sorcerer's castle constructed
of speedy fretwork and overbearing tablature

the card game made us
wizards, frankly, and we enjoyed it
more than being what we were
I throw the dice and the king's head
tumbles with them into a basket

a burmese girl sews the silhouette
of a man performing
a feat not meant for man
into the side of a shoe that will
wing you to heaven if
heaven is as high
as a slam dunk. boys
in a park joust styrofoam swords
a hand is folded
behind the back to signify its heroic
loss in battle. it is regrown momentarily
to dunk a chicken mcnugget.
in another park across town
boys no longer ****
each other for their shoes.
jay z is in a booth with warren buffett
and jerry seinfeld at daniel

they are saving the galaxy

the only one we have to save
which nobody lives in anymore
the forest is off in endor
the snow belongs to hoth

a boy fights a war
in an afghan marketplace
through his television set


in hd and widescreen
it's practically photorealisitic
the guns sound authentic
in 5.1 digital surround

another boy fights the exact same war
he wishes it did not look so real

the internet, our new planet

i shut the computer down
404: I am a file no longer to be found
Madonna, Terrorism, Bryan Adams, Michael Jordan, Call of Duty, Outsourcing, Politics, Ohio, LARP, Math, Seinfeld, Chicken McNuggets
Pta nahi kyu rukta nahi ashqon ka behna,

Jab bhi yaad aati hai aapki aankho se hain kehna.

Hoth kuch keh nahi paate,

Dil aur rooh bhi seham se jaate.

Chaha hai aapko chahat se bhi badhkar,

Khade hain khuda ke ghar jholi failakar.

Hey uparwale agar kabhi zindagi mein koi accha karam kiya **,

Toh jeevan ki saari khushiyan meri unke daaman mein bhar do.

Wo har us mukaam ko haasil kar le,

Jiske liye unhone khwaab dekhe.

Maa ji papa ji ko wo har khushi de paaye,

Jinke liye unhone sane sajaye.

Har gum seh jayenge hum khushi khushi,

Unke chehre par kabhi na aane dena koi mayusi.

Meri jaan basti hai unmein,

Unki dadhkano se chalti hain meri saansein.

Unke kadmo ki aahat ko ye dil dhundhta hai hardum,

Zindagi se bhi pyaare ** aap sanam.

Itne imtehaano ki ghadi se kyu guzarna padta hai khuda,

Pal pal ki duri bhi sahi nahi jaati kyu krte ** juda.

Haath jodkar fariyaad karte hain hum aapse ishwar,

Koi aanch na aane dena kabhi unpar.

Jab tak thoda dur hain hum,

Khayal rakhna unka tum.

Unke siva hai hi kaun humara,

Jodi humari humesha salamat rakhna.

Mehfooz rakhna unhe,

Bhut yaad aati hai kasam se.

Meri rooh mera dil meri jaan hain vo,

Hum khush hain khush dekh unko.
Empty Mar 2020
Entrée and a silver spitter
Send a monk on monkey on mountain of the shin splitter
Bow to a wave the insane would stave off
Blessed be my buzz cut on I got on Hoth
Hole hath you no words to heed a Hebrew to brew a ***** such words so fancy
Belated so I need you, our evening and like the wind in bugs wings all dancing
In the envelope, that witches tower
A powder puff, a power puff shower
Onward a knee scrape the reap in a skin killer no chase, but a womb makes me a stiller man
Not a plan, said no man, but a take in fake doth thou find to abdicate a will to be a motor fan
You know a silver spitter.
You know them by their ruse and their hands,
Always clean but never to themselves.
We toss fingers like throwing cleavers
All at once and fierce and in the rivers
Flow like doves like molten spinners
A free crow and one single arm throw
In blow by blow bi blow in tow by sew
Sing to me silver spinner
Sell me your silver dinner
Something something we deliver
Hello all, I am the spinner of silver
For the forcing of change

— The End —