"isse" poems
Jo wahan hai wo yahan hai
Jo yahan hai wo wahan hai
Par-e-dil gumshuda
Na Jane kahan hai
Ek chota sa to ye jahan hai
Hum to isse bhi bant chale
Dil to ek chota sa makam hai
A us ***** ko bhi sath le chalein
Jispe uska kudha mehrban hai
Ye to ek aeine ki zaban hai
Jane teri ankhein kahan hai
apne ko hi kyu karta hai khafa
Tujse zada insan to asman hai
Koi lakeer zisko na bant sake
Usse bant diya tune jahan hai
ab to diwaron me hi tu fanaa hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
rok na sake koi usse
jisko khaboien ki panaa hai
Jo pyar me bana hai
lakeeron ke uss par bhi to ek sapna hai
udhar bhi to koi shayad apna hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
ye jo rasta tumne chuna hai
akele pad jaoge tum beete kal
ye jo hai tumhari addat
ki ab to ibadat bhi gunha hai
kya tumne kabhi dheere se suna hai
wo ek muskaan ki shararat
jiska arth bhi tumko mana hai
dekh le us fakeer ki nazakat
jo tere mere khoon ki milawat
us lakeer ki ahat pe kurban hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
Teri zulfon k chav mei
chamakta yeh chand sa chehra,
Aab isse jyada mai tujse aur kuch na keh raha.
Sunane ko bahut kuch hai
Par sun ne ko koi nahi.
Mana galti thi meri
Kya mai Maafi k layak hu nahi?
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
andheri thi jo raat wo,
us raat ki kya baat kahun.
jis raat se wo mila nahin,
us raat ki kya subah kahun.
har raat ki h subah mgr,
us raat ki bhi subah hui.
charcha hui to khabar mili,
us shaqs ki toh maut hui.
shaqs to tha wo dost mera,
us shaqs ki kya baat karun.
ladka tha wo bigda magar,
uske dil ki kya taarief karun.
maut nahi thi tha wo khoon,
un kaatilon ki kya baat karun.
jese tadpaya un sbko,
Isse bhattar maut unko m ada krun.
galti kya thi un maasumo ki,
jo aisi bhynkr maut mili.
khuda tu hi jawab dega,
kynki tune thi wo maut likhi.
sbko jisne khush tha rkha,
uski shanti k m dua krun.
Yaad rkhnge use hmesha,
uski yaadon ki kya baat karun.
@riya
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC
In hall-1, we first exchanged our gaze,
You on the first bench, I a row behind,
Speaking of ghosts, tales that amaze,
Unknowingly, da bond that soon we’d find.
Wish we’d met in da first year’s light,
But in semester five, our paths entwined,
Though time was short, it felt just right,
For deep connections don’t mind da bind.
Bewakoofiyan, we shared with glee,
In you, I found a friend so true,
Your mole, your confidence, all I see,
A fierce spirit, yet sensitive too.
Your loud voice, a speaker in disguise,
Bossy yet gentle, a paradox so true,
Your hmm… irritates me, but I realize,
In silence or chatter, I cherish you.
Like a mother, you cared with grace,
At farewell, your words still ring clear,
“iska dhyan rakhna, ye bore naa hoo, mai lekr
aai hu isse,” As if my joy you had designed.
Now, in different courses, we tread,
Still, our friendship holds its flame.
We’d align our clocks even in haste,
Just to meet for minutes, to laugh and sigh,
To ***** about courses, professor’s taste,
Stuck in this college, wondering why.
Though your taste, I often tease,
Saying, “There’s no accounting for taste ,’’
You’re my friend, who puts me at ease,
You’re a bee, flying high, untamed by herds.
And in winter’s chill, you came for me,
Waiting in fog, while I was delayed,
My lecture ran long, but there you’d be,
With warmth in your smile, never dismayed.
From Mathura to Agra, you’d roam,
And now, in different cities, we strive,
And no matter da distance, our bond redeems.
By :- KANISHK
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 8:01 AM UTC
Parlamentarisme rimer ikke på
Flertalsdiktatur
Men i mit snævre hoved
Kommer det til syne på tur
patriarken er autoritær
De lyver oppe på borgen
Synger sange om at være os nær
Efterlader os til sorgen
Relevansen er ligegyldig
De lod en matriark drage stemmer
Væltede patriarken med alle lemmer
Bankede hele folket ned
Som endnu et af borgens spil
Det er ligegyldigt hvad de siger
Man kan da ikke have en statsminister
Til at støtte vores piger
Kampen for feminisme
Blev hurtigt frosset af hans isse
De har fandme bare at holde kæft
Ingen af dem burde arbejde i den gesjæft
De skal alle brænde en dag
Skærsilden lader ingen gå tilbag'
De kan alle spinne som de vil
Men en dag så er det **** som et spil
De ender deres omgang
Synger den samme sang
Skattesnydere alle sammen
Jeg føler mig så vammel
En dag skal jeg stemme
Om min tanke vil væmme?
Jeg stemmer blankt
Mens jeg lytter til skambankt
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
Yun khafa na ** jaaya kro tum mujhse dar jata hu,
Na door jaaya karo tum mujhse dar jata hu,
Haan mai karta hu galtiyan par pyaar b sirf tumse hi karta hu,
Yu na bhulaya kro mujhko mai khud ko bhool jata hu,
Chahta kis kadar hu tumko ye tum bhi jaanti **
Dil me ehsas sirf tumhara hai kya tum isse b ikaar karti **
Wajah ** tum meri har khusi ki isme na koi jafa hai,
Na judaa ** jaaya karo mujhse kaise batau tumhe kis kadar toot kar bikhar jata hu..
Luv u
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:32 AM UTC
Sunn jara apne aap ki..
Kya kehta hai mann tujhe uss baat kii..
Suun jara apne aap ki..
Duniyaan toh sunati hee hai aur sunati hee rahegi.. Tu sabki sunn pr pehle sunn apne aap ki..
Jo tera mann hai wo tujhe bahut jagah le jayega kabhi yha toh kabhi waha na jane kaha -kaha bhatkayega....
Aur tu bhatak bhi jayegaa.. Par jo tu raaste par bhatak ke wapes apne manzil tak naa aaya toh tu hara hua kehlayega...
Aur chote -chote kadam aur baaton se tu isse tarah larkharayega par aakhir me chalna tujhe khud hee aajayega...
Issliye sunn mat kise kee baat kii.. Pehle sunn jara apne aap ki.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
Ye zindgi ki kshti h
Isse tm ghbrana mt
Musibato ki leher se ghbra kr
Isko tm dubana mt
Ye zindgi ki reet h
Kbhi acche to kbhi bure logo se tmhe milwaygi
Alg alg tareeko se tmhe staygi
Tmhari psnd ki chijo k liye tmhe tdpaygi
Kbhi hsaygi to kbhi rulaygi
Pr tm b in chunautiyo se kbhi ghbrana mt
Zindgi ki ldai me tm kbhi rukna mt
Aaj kch bura h to kl kch accha b hoga
Aaj tm akele ** to kl koi tmhare saath b hoga
Aaj agr andhera h to kl swera b hoga
Isi aasha k saath is zindgi se jeetna b hoga
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC