"jago" poems
Now for those that don't know
I'm a huge fan of ninjas
From cyberpunks like Hiryu and Jago
I guess my subconscious is linked to them
These warriors in the wind
From Sheik to Smoke
Ermac's telekinetic choke
Ryu Hyabusa to scorpion
subzero to Joe Musashi
These warriors in the wind
are part of what defines me
Raven and Yoshimitsu
I'm nowhere near the ability or agility of a ninja
Ninjutsu probably would end up being the tool of my demise.
I may never reach the skill of a ninja
but that doesn't mean I won't try
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
[*] Ldkiyo pr ** rha h atiyachaar
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[*] Hum dekh rhe hoke laachaar
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[*] Ldkiya kr rhi desh k hr insaan se ek hi pukaar
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[*] Jago or in aatiyachaariyo ka kr do vinaas
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[*] Kya dalega is gungi bhri srkaar ka achaar
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[*] Din pr din bad raha is desh me bhirstachaar
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[*] Ab wo din aagya jb sbko uthana h hathiyaar
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[*] Or krna h sbko milkr in jalimo ka satiyanass
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[*] Ksm khate h fir na hoga damini jsa kisi k sath
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[*] Fir hr ldki niklegi ghar se hokr bilkul aajaad
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[*] ldkiyo pr ** rhe h atiyachaar
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[*] Dekh rhe h hum hoke laachaar
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
T'lah kumiliki nurani bopok dan renta
Warisan ibu ayah
Membungkus kasih, dengki, segan,
damai, resah, amarah
Begitu bancuh dan arau
Sang aku berbagi pada kekasihnya
Sosok gagah terpercaya
Aku dan gagah melanglang
Beriringan menggandeng nurani
Nurani amat bahagia
Demikian puas ceria
Hingga sosok gagah itu mulai muak
Jemu, bosan katanya
Menghempas jemari aku
Dan mencampakkan nurani serupa buangan
Cakapnya aku bersalah
Tak jago mengenyangkan
Tak tega setilik pun menengok nurani
Menepis muka, aku bertanya
"Apa nurani tak apa-apa?"
Dengan terisak, nurani menyinyir menjawab
"Terlihat nestapa dan pilu dari matamu
Aku tak seberapa
Pikirkan saja dirimu"
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Born and bred into poverty to
end their days confined in the Marshalsea,
in debt for a penny
to the Aristocracy, who
with
Jeweled eyes were unable to see
the poor people
living in poverty.
With silver and gold, they paved streets so we're told
olde England with
riches
overflowed,
not that you'd know it amid the tanneries and
horse ****
but that's just the way
the thing goes.
Among the harlots and ****** who scoured the shores
of the river when the tide was in ebb, were
the living though dying,
the failures and those trying to survive and
Dickens picked stories from the dead eyes
of Shoreditch in the 'jago' where they go
and he went.
In The 'mansion house' the banquet goes on for
the sightless unseeing but I am already
fed up.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC