"hsi" poems - Hello Poetry

Mohabbat ne yaha logo ko kya se kya bana dala usse jo heer samjha to mujhe ranjha bana dala mili mujhko na wo iss baat se shikwa nahi fir v usse pakar v naa paya ajab kissa bana dala ! akela jab v chalta hu tujhe hi saath pata hu jami se aashma tak mai tera ehshas pata hu khudaye ishq ne mujhpe v kya aisa sitam dhaya mai girna v jo chuahu to sada upar hi jata hu ! tujhe mai pyar se dekhhu ya nafrat ka hawala du jo jeevan me bhara ** tam to fir kaisa ujala du mujhe to ishq ne barbaad kar tara bana dala chamakta hu falak par mai jaami ko kya ujala du ! jaami se ashma ka ** safar tu saath chalta hsi bina tere mujhe jeevan v ab abhishaap lagta hai mujhe gum naa judai ka khuda meri yahi sun le naa tu mujhko samajhti hai naa wo mujhko samajhta hai !!!!

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC

shashank-k-dwivedi

Mohabbat ne yaha logo ko kya se kya bana dala

Mohabbat ne yaha logo ko kya se kya bana dala usse jo heer samjha to mujhe ranjha bana dala mili mujhko na wo iss baat se shikwa nahi fir v usse pakar v naa paya ajab kissa bana dala ! akela jab v chalta hu tujhe hi saath pata hu jami se aashma tak mai tera ehshas pata hu khudaye ishq ne mujhpe v kya aisa sitam dhaya mai girna v jo chuahu to sada upar hi jata hu ! tujhe mai pyar se dekhhu ya nafrat ka hawala du jo jeevan me bhara ** tam to fir kaisa ujala du mujhe to ishq ne barbaad kar tara bana dala chamakta hu falak par mai jaami ko kya ujala du ! jaami se ashma ka ** safar tu saath chalta hsi bina tere mujhe jeevan v ab abhishaap lagta hai mujhe gum naa judai ka khuda meri yahi sun le naa tu mujhko samajhti hai naa wo mujhko samajhta hai !!!!

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To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard in the evening wind. The moon looks pale and light clouds float to and fro. Incense lies idle in the jade duck-shaped burner. The cherry-red bed-curtain is drawn close, concealing its tassels. Can Tung-Hsi's horn still ward off the cold?

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Li Ching Chao

Tz'u No. 9 (Weary)

To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard in the evening wind. The moon looks pale and light clouds float to and fro. Incense lies idle in the jade duck-shaped burner. The cherry-red bed-curtain is drawn close, concealing its tassels. Can Tung-Hsi's horn still ward off the cold?

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All that will remain is bones and rotting meat Toss it in a cheap wicker box for worms to eat Topped just with wild flowers and no cement Plant a weeping willow instead of a monument It can do the weeping, please don't you cry There is a chance that I'll be busy when I die For if I am wrong and there is life after this I have plans with whom I'll dine and reminisce I'll be dining with Oscar Wilde and Caravaggio Cocktails and conversation with Kant and Plato Then with Bellini, Verdi and Rossini I'll take a Show An interval tipple and discourse with Rousseau An after party with Bakunin and Proudhon Whisky and blues with Howlin Wolf til I'm gone I shall breakfast the next day with Tz'u Hsi, Homer and Malcolm X And take morning coffee with Gandhi and Marc Bolan from T.Rex At noon a spicy ****** Mary with Mary Queen of Scots, Freddie Mercury, Lou Reed, Picasso and lots of tequila shots Lunch that day with Saladin, Karl and Groucho Marx Then smoke a pipe with Newton whilst discussing quarks Afternoon tea with Queen Victoria, Kipling and Colin Ward Followed by a game of Tafl with a viking on a giant board Dress for flamenco with Carmen Amaya (then dress the blisters) Then pre-dinner drinks paid for by Geronimo and the Bronte sisters So you see, if I'm wrong And we actually move along A fascinating after life awaits me Yeah, when I'm gone from here There'll be plenty gin and beer Cucumber sandwich's and tea If you wonder what I'm doing Give your watch a quick viewing Then just check this poem and you'll see

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC

shaded-lamp

When I die

All that will remain is bones and rotting meat Toss it in a cheap wicker box for worms to eat Topped just with wild flowers and no cement Plant a weeping willow instead of a monument It can do the weeping, please don't you cry There is a chance that I'll be busy when I die For if I am wrong and there is life after this I have plans with whom I'll dine and reminisce I'll be dining with Oscar Wilde and Caravaggio Cocktails and conversation with Kant and Plato Then with Bellini, Verdi and Rossini I'll take a Show An interval tipple and discourse with Rousseau An after party with Bakunin and Proudhon Whisky and blues with Howlin Wolf til I'm gone I shall breakfast the next day with Tz'u Hsi, Homer and Malcolm X And take morning coffee with Gandhi and Marc Bolan from T.Rex At noon a spicy ****** Mary with Mary Queen of Scots, Freddie Mercury, Lou Reed, Picasso and lots of tequila shots Lunch that day with Saladin, Karl and Groucho Marx Then smoke a pipe with Newton whilst discussing quarks Afternoon tea with Queen Victoria, Kipling and Colin Ward Followed by a game of Tafl with a viking on a giant board Dress for flamenco with Carmen Amaya (then dress the blisters) Then pre-dinner drinks paid for by Geronimo and the Bronte sisters So you see, if I'm wrong And we actually move along A fascinating after life awaits me Yeah, when I'm gone from here There'll be plenty gin and beer Cucumber sandwich's and tea If you wonder what I'm doing Give your watch a quick viewing Then just check this poem and you'll see

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1. Aye insaan Kya tu malik h jhaan ka Ya uska dukh, sbab tha teri muskaan ka Tune maar diya jise hsi hsi me, kya ksoor tha us bejubaan ka??? 2. Aye insan tu thodi sharm kar Khuda mehrbaan ** tujhpe ese kuchh karm kar Bhut itrata h tu tere dimaag ki chalbajio par Afsos kregi kaynaat saari tere chalakiyo ke bhram par 🐘🐘🐘

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Jun 4, 2020

Jun 4, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC

itssadyboy

Save Animals (Pregnant elephant murdered)

1. Aye insaan Kya tu malik h jhaan ka Ya uska dukh, sbab tha teri muskaan ka Tune maar diya jise hsi hsi me, kya ksoor tha us bejubaan ka??? 2. Aye insan tu thodi sharm kar Khuda mehrbaan ** tujhpe ese kuchh karm kar Bhut itrata h tu tere dimaag ki chalbajio par Afsos kregi kaynaat saari tere chalakiyo ke bhram par 🐘🐘🐘

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