"janu" poems
** ti hai Suru
Jb Mohababt k lamhe,
Shuruaat Khushiyo se
Gam Sare Lmahe.
Bina Kuch Shune Bina kuch Khe,
Hoti Hai Anokhi Mhababt k Lamhe.
Magar Mai Sa Janu,
Na Phchan Pau,
Kaisi Hai Mohababt Yhe Koi Btade.
Punchhu Mai Us Se
Yhe mohabat tu batade ,
Dard Hai Jaiyada Tujhme,
Kyu Tu Na Is Ko Mitade.
Hai Viswas Mujhko ,
Tu Kr Dega Dur Isko.
Hoti Hai Dukh Bddi Is DILL Me
Agar DILL Tutte KIshika BHari Mhafil Me.
Sambhalana Hai Mushkill,
Btau mai Kaise ,
Ye Dard Ki Khahani ,
Shunau Mai Kaise.
Bina Kuch Khe Bina Kuch Sune ,
Hoti Hai Anokhi Mohabat Ke lamhe .
Manau Mai DILL Ko ,
Bhulau Us Pal Ko ,
Jo Biti Hai Kal Ko ,
Hamari Wo lamhe.
Hai Mushkil Bddi
Ye Dard Chupana ,
Bithen Huye Kal Ke ,
Yadash Mitana.
Magar Mai Na Jan
Na Pachan Pau.
Kaishi Hai Mohabat
Yhe Koi Btade.
Bhot Log Krte Hai ,
Is Pe Bharoshe,
magar Sab Ko Milte Hai
Isme Ye Dhokhe.
Jo Kha Lete Dhokhe ,
Wo Firte Hai Rothe.
Magar Mai Na Janu
Na Pachanan Pau
Kaishi Hai Mohabat Ye koi Btade.
ROHINI RAJ
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
JANU TO TNHA NA JANU MAI
SANG MERE TERA KHYAL AAYE
BUS YNHI TMANA HAI DIL KI
JAB BHI SOCHE TU MUJHAKO
TERE OTHO PE MUSKAN AAYE.....♥
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
TERE KWABO KO PALKO PE SAJANE CHALA HOON
TERE YADO KO DIL ME BASANE CHALA HOON
NA JANU KON HOON MAI.....
ESTRAH TUJHAME KUDKO BHULANE CHALA HOON....♥
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
April is retirement time
Triple hot memory stream
Of months that March close behind
Febru and Janu very kind
Not far still to remember
The days of cool December
The long talks in your chamber
The sweet eves of November
Not to mention the embers
Of love that warm up members
May be rain or hay day noon
July finds an all wet June
But days come like August guests
And busy with just inquests
Time turns September Rians
forget-me not, you asters
Full of morning glory stares
You Octogenarians
All contain within a span
Of sweet memory expanse
You too collecting pension
After superannuation.
Its nice to see you colleagues
Always glad without fatigue
Chatting and pat the other
Cracking jokes on your attire
The young baby look you wear
And the nursery kid's fire.
Its all fare and just affair
One more phase to maneuver
In the course of your orbit
On face of earth to be fit
To gain and do maximal
Service to its proximal
April too is time to thank
For the net balance in bank
And set your mind on the crank
And care for fitness and fun
To re-register and run
The vehicle with new paint
Not to shuttle and to taint
Nor to settle in confine
But to scuttle along nature
To look and learn and nurture
And listen to the pristine
Wisdom from the Lord divine.
Thanks to you all who retire
And wish you keep up the fire!
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
In every kiss and breath and word
Is laced
A question.
Stitched carefully, delicately in.
Do you always love me?
(Every second, minute, hour?)
How long will you stay?
(Stay forever, janu,
But go if you're going.)
When will your ripe passion for me return?
(Not for my body, but for my heart,
My love.)
Never is there an answer.
Because its true.
Boys
Can't
Take
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC