"jara" poems
Meri aankho ka tara hi , mujhe aankhe dikhata hai
Jise har ek khushi de di , wo har gam se milata hai
Jubaa se kuch kahu , kaise kahu , kisse kahu maa hu
Sikhaya bolna jisko , wo chup rahna sikhata hai ||
Sula kar soti thi jisko
Wo ab shab bhar jagata hai
Sunai loria jisko , wo ab taane sunata hai ||
Sikhane me usse kya kuch kami meri rahi sochu
Jise ginti sikhayi galtiya meri ginata hai ||
Tu gahri chao hai gar zindgi ek dhoop hai Amma
Dhara pr kab kaha tujh sa koi swaroop hai Amma
Agar ishwar kahi par hai usse dekha kaha kisne
Dhaa par tu hi ishwar ka koi roop hai Amma ||
Naa ucchai sacchi hai naa ye aadhar saccha hai
Maa koi cheej sacchi hai naa ye sansaar saccha hai
Magar dharti se ambar tak yugo se log kahte hai
Agar saccha hai kuch jag me to Maa ka pyar saccha hai ||
Jara saa der hone par sabhi se puchti Amma
Palak jhapke bina darwaja ghar ka taakti Amma
Har ek aahat par uska chouk padna fir duaa dena
Mere ghar laut aane tak barabar jaagati Amma ||
**|| Puchta hai Koi Dunia me Mohabbat hai kaha
Muskura deta hu mai or yaad aa jati hai Maa ||**
Sulane ke lie mujhko to khud jaagi rahi amma
Sirrhane der tak aksar meri baithi rahi amma
Mere sapno me pariya phul titli bhi tabhi tak the
Mujhe aanchal me apne le ke jab leti rahi amma ||
Badi choti rakam se ghar chalana jaanti thi maa
Kami thi par badi khusiya lutana jaanti thi maa
Mai khushhaali me bhi rishto me bas duri bana paya
Garibi me bhi har rishta nibhana jaanti thi maa
Laga bachpan me yu andhera hi mukaddar hai
Magar maa hausala dekar yu boli tumko kya dar hai
Koi aage niklne ke lie rashta nahi dega
Mere baccho badho aage tumhare saath hai amma
Kisi ke jakhm ye dunia to ab silti nahi amma
Kali dil me ab to preet ki khilti nahi amma
Mai apanapan hi akshar dhundta rahta hu rishto me
Teri nischal si mamta to kahi milti nahi amma
Gamo ki bheed me jisne hume hasna sikhaya tha
Wo jiske dam se tufanoo ne apna sar jhukaya tha
Kisi v julm ke aage kabhi jhukna nahi bete
Sitam ki ummr choti hai mujhe maa ne sikhaya tha || ||
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
juda hoke tujhse tut jayenge hum ,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum,
O hawa tham ja jara ye to bata de
Kab ek- dusare se mil payenge hum ,
tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum....
zindagi ki dor se tum bandhe **
Bata do sanam tum mujhse kyon ruth gye **
Tujhe pane ke liye har dukh sah jayenge hum
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. ...
Khud me dhundhane laga hoon tujhe ,
Jaan se bhi jyada chahne laga hoon tujhe
Tu meri kismat me nahi to kya hua,
Teri yaadon ko hi apna zindagi banayenge hum ,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. ..
Rone lagi kalme bhi meri teri yaadon ko likh
kar,
Hansne laga jawana bhi mere dil ki baat soon
kar,
Najane tujhe pane ke liye kitne thokar
khayenge hum,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. ..
tujhe to meri yaad bhi na aai ,
kaise katengi ye meri tanhai,
tanha yu akela es duniya se chale jayenge
hum,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Chand ko dekhkar yaad tumhari aati hai,
Chand ki chandni b sath rahkar door hojati hai,
Chand ne auron ko to khush rakhti hai chandni apne ujale se,
Par chand se poocho jara k vo usk paas kab aati hai ?,
Raat bhar jagkar jo duniya ko roshan karta hai,
Andar hi andar vo bhi judai ki aag me jalta hai,
** kar rahe ae mere khushiyon k maalik tum bhi kuch aisa,
Mai dhoondhta rahta hu tumko paas apne,
Aur tum kahiin door nikal jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Kyun khataye meri tumhe har baar dikh jati hai,
Kabhi paas aakar to dekho mai kitna gunahgaar hu,
Tum to ruswa ** jate ** bewajah mujhse,
Aur na ki hui khata ki saja mujhe de jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Choot jate hai jo judai ki maar se mai vo dil ka saudagar nahi,
Tum to bas kuch pal bitakar sath me fir se meri duniya ko banjar bana jate **
Kabhi tum bhi mujhe aaajma kar dekho kareeb se,
Kyun door rahkar mujhe doori ka ehsaas kara jate **
** tum hi sirf meri jindagi me jise chaha dil ki har khwahish se,
Aur tum ** k gairon ko mera batakar rooth jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Mai nai hu vo jise duniya dil parast kahti hai,
Mai to deewana hu tumhari har baat ka,
Fir bhi na jane ku roothkar tapadne k liye chod jate **
Ban jaun ttera har pal ka sathi,
Kyun aisi koi saja nahi,
Jindagi bhar rone k liye,
Har baar kyun tanha kar k chale jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Kyun bhool jate ** k mai bhi hu tumhari raah me,
Khada hi aankhen band kark tumhe paane ki chah me,
Akhir aisa bhi kya k mere rone se bhi tum rooth jate **
Mujhe apna banakar pal bhar me paraya ban jate **
Fir bhi na jaane ku chaand ko dekhkar yum yaad aate **
i love you alot. N you are my only wish, need n reason. Trust me i love you n only you. Please my sweet heart marry me.
I cant live widout you n our baby.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
Pyar karle tu mujhse jara sa,
etna bhi mat ban anjan tu,
waqt dede apna thora sa,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha. ...
wothon par meri muskan teri hain,
**** me mere jaan teri hain,
Dil to samjhta hain sirf pyar ki bhasha,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha. ..,
Tere bin sari duniya suna sa,
Rahne laga hoon main mra mra sa,
Mud ke dekh lo sanam jara sa,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. .. ..
Jab se tera main ** gya hoon,
tere khawabo me kho gya hoon,
Kyon khafa ** mujhse bata do zara sa,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. .,
tere dard ko maine apna bna liya,
apni sari khushi tujhpe luta diya,
Kyoki do dilo ka milan hi hota hain
pyar ki paribhasha,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. ..
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
~
*Jara sang undaunted,
Fet-Mats, turned to stone, dug deep,
—as if a silent prayer in Latin,
—as if the sacredness of wedding vows,
—demonstrative
as a water lily.
There's a perpetually simple elegance
to what water fallen words
kept in a tinderbox stir,
—bless the soft spoken
and the loud cry.
—bless the dead poet
and the buried miner.
—bless the nouns and verbs
of a crescent bride
about to receive her husband
inside of her.*
~
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
Ruk-Ruk kar chalna, girna aur sambhalna,
Koi mujhe rokna, jara sa koi tokna….
Wayastata se thora saham gya hu,
Dil mein bane apne khali ghar se thora machal gya hu,
Koi to jara tokna, thora sa to tatolna...
Sapne kahi beshud se pare hai,
Chaandani raato mein andhero se ghire hai,
Pata nhi kise dhundh raha hu,
Ya andheri galiyo mein yuhi ghum raha hu,
Der hui par thama to nhi hu,
Thora sa bhatak gya par bhula to nhi hu,
Kahi kisi ne awaaz lagai hai,
Dur kisi ne to roshni jalaai hai..
Jara thori dur sath chalna, thora sa to mujhe samajhna..
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
kyun aate ** mere sapno me,
kyun pagal mujhe banate **
kyun mere man me tum rahte **
kyun itna pyar karte **
kyun yaad tumhari aati hai,
kyun aankhen meri roti hai ,
jab mujhse khafa ** jate **
kyun mere dil me rahte **
'mere ho' kyun ye kahte **
kyun pyari pyari baaton se,
mere dil me utarte jate **
kyu aur mujhe rulate **
jab mujhse khafa ** jate **
kyu meri nind churate **
kyun pal pal yaad aate **
khwabon ki buniyado me,
bas tum hi tum kyun rahte **
jara mere dil me bhi dekho to,
kitna mujhe tadpate **
jab mujhse khafa ** jate **
kyun yaad tumhari aati hai,
kyun mere kareeb aate **
kyun mujhse lipat tum jate **
kyun itne kareeb ** mere,
kyun tum itne pyare **
kyun behad khobsoorat **
kyun har bat tumse judi hoti hai,
kyun itni khushiyan dekark pal bhar me rula jate **
jab mujhse khafa tum ** jate **
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
Helo, helo por do viene el moro por la calzada,
caballero a la jineta encima una yegua baya,
borceguíes marroquíes y espuela de oro calzada,
una adarga ante los pechos y en su mano una azagaya.
Mirando estaba Valencia, como está tan bien cercada:
-¡Oh, Valencia, oh Valencia, de mal fuego seas quemada!
Primero fuiste de moros que de cristianos ganada.
Si la lanza no me miente, a moros serás tornada;
aquel perro de aquel Cid prenderélo por la barba,
su mujer, doña Jimena, será de mí cautivada,
su hija, Urraca Hernando, será mi enamorada,
después de yo harto de ella la entregaré a mi compaña.
El buen Cid no está tan lejos, que todo bien lo escuchaba.
-Venid vos acá, mi hija, mi hija doña Urraca;
dejad las ropas continas y vestid ropas de pascua.
Aquel moro hi·de·perro detenédmelo en palabras,
mientras yo ensillo a Babieca y me ciño la mi espada.
La doncella, muy hermosa, se paró a una ventana;
el moro, desque la vido, de esta suerte le hablara:
-Alá te guarde, señora, mi señora doña Urraca.
-Así haga a vos, señor, buena sea vuestra llegada.
Siete años ha, rey, siete, que soy vuestra enamorada.
-Otros tantos ha, señora, que os tengo dentro en mi alma.
Ellos estando en aquesto el buen Cid que se asomaba.
-Adiós, adiós, mi señora, la mi linda enamorada,
que del caballo Babieca yo bien oigo la patada.
Do la yegua pone el pie, Babieca pone la pata.
Allí hablará el caballo bien oiréis lo que hablaba:
-¡Reventar debía la madre que a su hijo no esperaba!
Siete vueltas la rodea alrededor de una jara;
la yegua, que era ligera, muy adelante pasaba
hasta llegar cabe un río adonde una barca estaba.
El moro, desque la vido, con ella bien se holgaba,
grandes gritos da al barquero que le allegase la barca;
el barquero es diligente, túvosela aparejada,
embarcó muy presto en ella, que no se detuvo nada.
Estando el moro embarcado, el buen Cid que llegó al agua,
y por ver al moro en salvo, de tristeza reventaba;
mas con la furia que tiene, una lanza le arrojaba,
y dijo: -Recoged, mi yerno, arrecogedme esa lanza,
que quizás tiempo vendrá que os será bien demandada.
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Na chand ki chandni ko chaha,
Na sooraj ki roshni ko maanga,
Na shauk mange kabhi jo duniya chahti hai,
Na teri banayi shohrat ki unchaiyon ko manga,
Jindagi mangi,
Na kabhi mangi koi mahlon ki shaan-o-shaukat,
Ae mere parwardigar Jara soch tu bhi,
Kuj bhi na diya mujhko mai fir bhi khush tha,
Ek masoom sa pyar karne vala diya mujhko,
Aur vo bhi cheen liya,
Ae khuda tune manga bhi mujhse to kya maanga
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
Papa ka office se ghara aana
Bhag kar unke pass jana
unke samne masumiyat se apne hath ko failana
yad karte ** n, jara soch kar batana
Dosto ko roj naye ajib-ajib namo se chidhana
Bhai-Bahan ko bina bt satana
School na jane ka roj naya bahana
Chupke se dusro ka lunch box kha jana
yad karte ** n, jara soch kar batana
Andhere se darkar maa ki aanchal me chup jana
Papa ki kandho par baithkar mele me jana
Khilono ke liye jid P arr jaana
Choti choti galtiyon par maa ka thapki lagna
Yad karte ** n, soch kar batana
Na tension thi duniya ki,
na tha paisa kamana
Kya the bachpan ke bhi din
jaisa mano Sare khushiyo ka fasana
Yad karte ** na, jara soch kar batana
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC
Tryna stop these tears but they keep on coming
Life is too much I think its bout time I stop running
Running from the problem cause its not gonna leave
Life itself has become my own pet peeve
Rather know the truth cause the lies I can't take
Tryna find happiness but seems like all my heart do is ache
Left alone just one time to many
Has my worth feeling less than a penny
Wonder if its possible to be happy around me
But its not about jara so I just let people be
Try not to take it personal like monica said
But when its said and done I'm crying all night in my bed
Listening to this dude rhyme on the train
When all he wants is to get paid and maybe fame
makes me feel privileged as I look out my window pane
Not tryna whine cuz that's not what I do
Ask anyone I'm as sweet as honey melon dew
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
Sawalo se ghiri h Ye duniya
Tum bhi aao jara shaan se betho
Panap rahi h jindgi har zarre
Panap rahi h jindgi har zarre
Jara tum bhi Ye atrangi awam to dekho
Sawalo se...
Muqaddar bhi muss a ssal bhut h jazeere Mai
Tum bhi ***** ** ek jaam to lelo
Sawalo se ghiri h Ye duniya
Tum bhi aao jara shaan se betho....
Ik kahani h jindgaani
Ik kahani h jindgani
Jise sunati har jindgi h
Arre in kisso ka yaaro jara ek paigam to lelo
Sawalo se...
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
Kyuu tumhe raat majboor nahi karti mere paas aane ko,
Ku har pal bhool jaati ** mujhe yaad karne ko,
Jara tum bhi is daur se gujar k dekho,
Jisme agar chahat hai to teri hai,
Mohabbat hai to tujhse hai,
Jaroorat hai to teri hai,
Khayal hai to sirf tera hai,
Ku tere sapne nahi batate mujhse milne ko,
Ku khamoshi nahi tadpati mere khyal lane ko,
Kabhi dil me mujhe vo jagah dekar dekho,
Jahan yaad hai to tumhati hai,
Sath hai to tumhara hai,
Doori hai agar tujhse to dar lagta hai,
Tere sath bas tere sath jine ko har pal ye dil marta hai.
I love u
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:49 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
Jara si shikava me khud ko akela mat samjhna
Dur se duvaa hai Meri, mujhe paraya mat samjhna
Aa ke tham dunga har Gam ko, taqdeer ko itna galat mat samjhna
Yaad aati ** tum
Har pahar har rav
Aham ** khud ko munfarad samjhana
Ahad beet Gaye,
Ajiyat hai kurbato ko samjhana
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:07 AM UTC
So they have found you guilty,
Pinochet’s lover of darkness,
for ending my life tonight.
A football stadium, bodies piled up,
no football today, a perverted game.
Pedro Pablo Barrientos Nunez
how did you learn to terrorize,
to think in ways most men don't think,
to live with walls draped with fingernails?
Now you live in the land of the free,
with 10,000 tortured ghosts,
from El Salvador, Nicaragua, Honduras
and all the rest of the disappeared lands,
that refused to listen to Reagan and Thatcher’s
heritage as patriots.
But we are unafraid to speak up,
or sing out for equality, or write
about the dens of sorrow your kind create.
You took the butchers knife and listened
to the screams, in spite of love in Santiago.
But now the silent dead will have their day,
and tell the world of those 10,000 lost kisses,
as we begin the long march to the sea.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC