"inka" poems
MAA
Maa mamta ki phool hai,
maa pyaar ka samundar hai,
badal de dhukh ko bhi sukh mein,
Maa ke andar karuna ka wo bhandar hai,
Maa duniya ki janani hai,
Maa surya ki raushani hai ,
jinke paas maa hai wo nirdhan nahi ,kyoki
maa wo khushio ki lakshmi hai,
Maa in othon ki muskurahat hai,
Maa baccho ki taqdeer hai ,
Maa hai hamare path nirmata ,
maa us devi ki tasveer hai ,
PITA
Pita ghar ka anushashan hai,
pita maa ka sindoor hai,
baccho ko sahi galat ki siksha dene wale ,
pita Wo shikshak ki tasveer hai ,
pita ghar ka maan hai ,
Pita us devta saman hai ,
baccho ke bhavishya ujwal karne wala ,
Pita wo takatwar vartamaan hai,
Pita maa ki muskurahat hai ,
Pita maa ki bindiya hai ,
jahan bashta baccho ka jahan,
Pita ghar ki wo khushia hai ,
maat pita jinke paas wo sabse dhani hai,
na ** kabhi inhe dukh ye pran hume karni hai,
inka Sahara bankar kare inka samman ,
yehi hamare pooja yahi hamare bhagwaan..
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes
He smelled
He was soaking wet and looked very pale.
The old gentleman bought the man a beer
and ask him what his story was
the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner
a man of high class and standard.
He wore the finest clothes,
wore the most beautufl jewelry,
and went on amazing journeys.
The old gentleman began to laugh
he sipped his drink
looked over the man and asked him what happened
the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting
He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he
looked up
his car swirved in the lake
water seaped in
He said " water came rushing in so fast"
the old gentleman looked down at his beer
looked up
and the man was nowhere to be seen
he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went
the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman talking to himself...
suddenly
The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story.
The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out.
Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ****** Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
inka boom,
cha cha,
inka boom,
There goes the beat,
flopping up and down like someone whose not so sound asleep.
An infectious treat,
vibrating into the minds,
if so inclined,
on repeat.
They slowly accept defeat.
Trying to restrain their souls.
Yet, it's nothing you can see or hold.
Here there is no such thing as control.
The rhythm is institutionalized,
forever living within our thighs,
causing arms to quiver
hearts to shiver
souls to forever flitter.
As the joyous smiles begin to resurface
acceptance is gained,
hearts reclaimed,
bodies enthralled in this unconventional game.
And we dance until we become insane.
inka boom,
cha cha,
inka boom.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Dil se hai, woh ek enigma
Magar zubaani pesh hai gaali
Kabhi samjho iss coconut nut ko bhi
Fitratt saaf hai, fitoor mawaali
Ab daayein gaye toh bhi galat
Aur left me bhi kismat bawaali
Inka ghussa rahe danke ki chook pe
Aaya tha samachaar haali
Jo gaye toh gaye ab unka kya
Unko sunna tha rock, humne gaya kawaali
Unne koshish ki lafz decode karne ki
Gehra meaning nahi hai bhai,
Khoopdi hai ekdum khaali!
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
Inka, I want to thank you for being my support dog in a way. Sure you were never trained but you have always been there when no one else was. You were the reason I'm still here today.
You have seen me happy, angry, sad. You have seen my break downs, my purging moments and my cutting sessions. You have seen it all. You are now 6, I can't believe it. You have grown so much. I sound like a mother, but it would be like I am losing my baby, my everything. I am laying here with you, my big chocolate covered marshmallow telling you I love you. I wish that you could stay longer on earth, but humans don't deserve dogs.
You are an angel and angels are too pure to live on this cruel world for too long. I hope you stay with me after though, I hope you will always be my little couch potato with me. Sure you could be in dog heaven too, but I will always have popcorn for you so win win, right? I don't know what I would do without you. I know I would be the biggest cry baby ever, and you won't be there to lick my tears away. I don't know why people say Pitbulls are the worst dogs because I think you are one of the best. I hope when I die, I will be with you. I remember when we first got you, you would **** so much I had a clip with me all the time to clip my nose. Oh, and you pooped on my brother's shoes, I knew I was going to love you when you did that. Thank you for being my thing to hug because I always felt I was going to break down in front of someone if I hugged them, but with you I didn't care. Thank you for being my warmth and pillow at night. Thank you for licking my tears away. Thank you for keeping a smile on my face. Thank you for being my little bit of happiness. Thank you for being my dog. You will always be on my mind and in my heart. My big chocolate covered marshmallow, Inka.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
friends forever,
we'll always remember,
together we'll get through it all
we're one in the same,
we all share the blame
for the trouble we get into.
when you can't decide,
wanna run and hide,
we'll always be there to help you.
when sad and blue,
and through laughter too.
we share everything with each other,
you're a part of us all,
for you've helped build this wall
that keeps each of us standing.
without you I would die,
don't wanna say goodbye,
but you'll stay here in my heart.
we'll be friends forever,
always remembered,
together we'll get through it all.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
These Andean summits
As high as the sky
Were where I once nested
Beyond them I'd fly
And I'd shadow the valleys
And jungle and stream
In a kingdom of clouds
On an Inka sun beam
Atahualpa they called me
My people below
As I raised them above
All the seeds that they sow
For my beak could speak volumes
My talons could write
And my wings were a symbol
Of freedom in flight
Yet to see from my heights
And be one with the winds
Was to sacrifice all
Of their dollars and sins
Which beckoned much sweeter
Then carrion choirs
And tasted delicious
To carnal desires
A belly of maggots
Then filled me with darkness
To scavenge a life
On an emptiness carcass
The once bird of prey
Who so countered these cultures
Was brought to their level
To feast with the vultures
Whose Gods ***** and ravaged
The lessons I taught
Then they slaughtered my kind
In the wars that they fought
Still some look to my peaks
In the stormiest weather
But all that remains
Is an acid rain feather
Now lost to the zephyrs
My species extinct
I'm as dead to their world
As the legends I've inked
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
Bhaiyon aur behnon
Aao karein charcha unki
Jinki leh na bahe toh
Hojata hay ghanghor apraadh
Fir mehek achi ** ya buri
Dil mein bas reh jati hay baat
Zaika hai inka bhi anokha
Magar chonk ke bina kaisa swad
Aao karein charcha unki
Jisse hum khetey hain jasbaat
Apni marzi ke yeh hain maalik
Time par dikhate hain aukaat
Kabhi bina namak,
Aur kabhi cheeni *** ** toh
G par dil khol dete hain laath
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC
I'm back in the world
Where nothing makes sense
Except this existence
In past/future tense
In utopian Andes
I see ancient temples
The Inka my children
Move mountains to meet you
Build cities to greet you
Like Yavin 4 Rivendell
Fairy tales come true
For Shangri La lenses
Through which I have seen through
Become the cascading
And fuego throat truth spew
Of my stoic peaks
Where too much green to see blue
Is wild and thriving
In time is the essence
The stench of surviving
The sweet effervescence
My love evanescent
All relative bliss
In a world luminescent
A powerful cleansing
Of flowerful jungles
And showers replenishing
Buzzing bee bumbles
Who ride like the winds
As they uplift my wings
In a chorus of eagles
To harpyist strings
Yes indeed we're a breed
That is rare and in need
Of a high elevation
To teach and to lead
To share and to spread
Every bountiful seed
We are young and incredibly gifted and freed
By the journeys we take
To mortality's edge
Then we leap from the faith
Of a bungee jump ledge
For these trips into falls
Are immortal in dreams
So sublime and surreal
In our consciousness streams
As we turn up the offspring
The life here it teems
And we are the Mother Earth's
Ends to the means
The rust in the gears
Of deforest machines
Who dare cut us down
From the summits we've reached
When transcending the limits
Of Heavens we've breached
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC