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Mai bhav suchi un bhavo ki jo bike sada hi bin tole Tanhai hu har us khat ki jo padha gya h bin khole.. Har aanshu ko har patthar tak pahuchane ki laachar huk Mai sahaj arth un sabdo ka jo sune gye h bin bole.. Jo kabhi nahi barsha khul kar har uss badal ka paani hu Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye Sita ki Ram kahani hu.. Ki jinke sapno ke Taj -Mahal ban ne se pahle tut gaye Jin haatho me do haath kabhi aane se pahle chut gaye Dharti par jinke khone aur paane ki ajab kahani h Kishmat ki devi maan gye par pranay devta ruth gaye.. Mai maili chadar wale uss Kabira ki amrit vaani hu Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye Sita ki raam kahani hu.. Kuch kahte hai mai sikha hu apne jakhmo ko khud see kar Kuch jaan gaye mai hashta hu bhitar bhitar aanshu peekar.. Kuch kahte hai mai virodh se uppji ek khuddar vijay Kuch kahte hai mai marta hu khud me jeekar khud me markar.. Leekin mai har chaturai ki sochi samjhi  naadani hu Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye Sita ki Ram kahani hu
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
..Mai bhav suchi un bhavo ki..
Ki haar gaya tan tan man puakar kar tumhe Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe Ki jis pal haldi lepi hogi tan par maa Jis pal sakhio ne saupi hongi saugaate Dholak ki thappo me , ghunghroo ki runjhoon me Ghulkar faili hongi ghar me pyari baate Uss pal meethi si dhun , sune kamre me sun Roye man chausar par haar kar tumhe Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe ..... Haar gya tan man ..........re haar gya re.. Kal tak jo humko , tumko milwa deti thi Un sakhio ke pprashno ne toka to hoga Saajan ki anjuri par anjuri kaapi hogi Meri sudhio ne rasta roka to hoga Uss pal socha man me aage ab jeevan main Jee lenge hans kar bisaar kar tumhe Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe ... Haar gaya tan man ....re haar gya re Kal tak jin geeto ko tum apana kahti thi Akhbaaro me padhkar kaisa lagta hoga Saawan ki raato me saajan ki bahoon main Tan to sota hoga par man jagta hoga Uss pal ke jeene me aanshu *** lene me Marte hai man hi man maar kar tumhe Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe Haar gaya tan-man ...re haar gaya re..
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
KITNE EKAKI HAI PYAR KAR TUMHE
Kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay kitnay waday torhay hein? kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay kitnay logouin ka dill tora hay? kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay apne eik nazar say kis kis ko apne he nazrouin mein gerayya hay? - nae pucha nah? kese din pucho gay nah tou mrnay ka dill chahy ga, zindage kay naam say chirnay lago gay. Kabhe pucha hay kay tum Zindage kay naam per eik beyqaar zindage jee rahay hou? aur phir kehthy hou ''yaar kya krien zindage he esse hay''. Kabhe Zindagi ke kitaab ko khol kr tou dekho kya kya rakha hay uiss mein. Zindage bahot he haseen hay sirf hum masroof hein apne duniya mein wou duniya jis mein kuch nahe sawaye humaray. Ajj loug dusrouin ke mintein krtay hein kay ''ruk jau'' ''na jau'' jb kay mery khayaal mein ye loug bhul chukay hein kay '' jis ko jana hay uis ko jana hay chahy tum apne jaan kyun na deh dou''. Ajj tou logouin ke zindage andhere hojaate heh jab koe uinka ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' chor jaye aur wo uis khuda ko bhool jaatay hein jis nay uis ko usse ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' say milaya tha. Hum loug tou apnay Khuda ko bhe bhul chukay hein. Wo Khuda jis kay pass humnay waapis jana hay wo Khuda jis kay bagheir humare koe ukaat nae. Barhay Unchay gharouin mein reh reh kr apnay app ko Khudha samjhna shuru krdeya hay humnay. Ess zamaanay mein koe kese ka Dost nae hota barha Dost Dost krtay hou na jab doob rahay hou gay kudhe dekhna kay sab DOST tamasha dekh rahay hogein aur tum zindage ke tarf aanay ke bher-poor koshishein kr rahay hou gay, tab apnay app say puchna kay ye wo DOST thay jin kay leye tum apnay maa-baap say laray? uin kay samnay uncha bolay? sharmindage hoi? Ajj hum itnay ''self-obssessd'' hein kay dusrouin ko dekh kay lagta hay chunte jitni ukaat hay uiss ke. Hum apne he Duniya mein bahot dur nikal aayein hein, asal duniya say bekhabar, asal dostouin say hum la-taluq ** chukay hein. Hum ajj apnay app mein he kho chukay hein. Apnay rab ko humnay kho deya. Rab ko kho deya matlab Sub kuch kho deya ! tou abb hamaray pass koe raasta hay? -Haan wou rab 5 martaba bulaata hay tumhein apne taraf, jau uiss ke taraf aur apne ASAL ZINDAGE ke taraf waapse aou.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
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Kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay kitnay waday torhay hein? kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay kitnay logouin ka dill tora hay? kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay apne eik nazar say kis kis ko apne he nazrouin mein gerayya hay? - nae pucha nah? kese din pucho gay nah tou mrnay ka dill chahy ga, zindage kay naam say chirnay lago gay. Kabhe pucha hay kay tum Zindage kay naam per eik beyqaar zindage jee rahay hou? aur phir kehthy hou ''yaar kya krien zindage he esse hay''. Kabhe Zindagi ke kitaab ko khol kr tou dekho kya kya rakha hay uiss mein. Zindage bahot he haseen hay sirf hum masroof hein apne duniya mein wou duniya jis mein kuch nahe sawaye humaray. Ajj loug dusrouin ke mintein krtay hein kay ''ruk jau'' ''na jau'' jb kay mery khayaal mein ye loug bhul chukay hein kay '' jis ko jana hay uis ko jana hay chahy tum apne jaan kyun na deh dou''. Ajj tou logouin ke zindage andhere hojaate heh jab koe uinka ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' chor jaye aur wo uis khuda ko bhool jaatay hein jis nay uis ko usse ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' say milaya tha. Hum loug tou apnay Khuda ko bhe bhul chukay hein. Wo Khuda jis kay pass humnay waapis jana hay wo Khuda jis kay bagheir humare koe ukaat nae. Barhay Unchay gharouin mein reh reh kr apnay app ko Khudha samjhna shuru krdeya hay humnay. Ess zamaanay mein koe kese ka Dost nae hota barha Dost Dost krtay hou na jab doob rahay hou gay kudhe dekhna kay sab DOST tamasha dekh rahay hogein aur tum zindage ke tarf aanay ke bher-poor koshishein kr rahay hou gay, tab apnay app say puchna kay ye wo DOST thay jin kay leye tum apnay maa-baap say laray? uin kay samnay uncha bolay? sharmindage hoi? Ajj hum itnay ''self-obssessd'' hein kay dusrouin ko dekh kay lagta hay chunte jitni ukaat hay uiss ke. Hum apne he Duniya mein bahot dur nikal aayein hein, asal duniya say bekhabar, asal dostouin say hum la-taluq ** chukay hein. Hum ajj apnay app mein he kho chukay hein. Apnay rab ko humnay kho deya. Rab ko kho deya matlab Sub kuch kho deya ! tou abb hamaray pass koe raasta hay? -Haan wou rab 5 martaba bulaata hay tumhein apne taraf, jau uiss ke taraf aur apne ASAL ZINDAGE ke taraf waapse aou.
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Tha mai neend me or mujhe itna Sajaya jaa rhaa tha bade pyar se mujhe Nahlaya jaa raha tha, Naa jane tha wo kaun saa ajab khel mere ghar me Baccho ki tarah mujhe kandhe par Uthaya jaa raha tha, Tha paas mera har apana uss waqt fir v mai har kisi ke man se Bhulaya jaa raha tha, Jo kabhi dekhte v naa the Mohabbat ki nigahoo se unke dil se v pyar mujh par Lutaya jaa raha tha, Maalum nahi kyu hairaan tha har koi Mujhe sote hue dekh kar jor jor se rokar Mujhe jagaya jaa raha tha, Kaap uthi meri ruh wo manjar dekhkar jaha mujhe Humesha ke lie Sulaya jaa raha tha, Mohabbat ki intaha thi jin dilo me mere lie Unhi dilo ke haatho se aaj mai Jalaya jaa rha tha!!!!!
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
THA MAI NEEND ME
Chalo ! Chalo aaj kuch esa kiya jae, Apne Sapno ko Haqeeqat se Joda jae, Ye dono 1 dusre se bilkul alag hai, par dono hi apni kabiliyat ke liye mashoor hai, Sapne, Sapne to Aasman hai, Jinki koi seema hi nahi, Par Haqeeeqat to Aag se Bhare angaare hai, Jin par chal pana itna aasan nahi. Sapne to woh raah hai, Jo hume kuch karne k liye prerit karti hai, par haqeeqat, haqeeqat to un sapno ko bhi tod deti hai. To kya ab haqeeqat ko dekhkr, sapne dekhna chod de, ya apni khwaisho ke rukh ko hi mod le, Agar Nahi, To fir chalo haqeeqat ko swikarte hai, Apne sapno ko haqeeqat banane me jutt jate hai, Mehnat kar apni kabiliyat ke rang sajate hai, Apne sapno ko apni Manjil tak lekar jate hai, Apne khwabo ke pankho ko or feltate hai, Thoda Haste hai, Thoda hasate hai, Chalo na !!! Apni zindagi ko thoda or kamyab banate hai !!!!.. Written By : SHIVAM PORWAL
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
Sapne Aur Haqeeqat
Kabhi chale ** un raahon pe Jinse jude ** qisse kaafi tumhaare Jin raahon pe hasi mazaak ki thi doston ke sang Unnhi raahon mein tumne bhare the woh yaadon ke rang Kabhi socha na tha ki Akele bhi chalna padega kabhi Goonjti hai woh awaaz tumhaari Jab bhi chalta hu un raahon parr Peeche mudke dekh bhi leta hu kabhi Ke mehez dikh jaaye parchayi tumhari Parr dikhte toh woh adhoore waadein he hein Bebas karr rakhe hein mujhe jinhone Woh baarish..woh dhoop Sabka kiya tha saamna Jab haath tha tumne mera thaama Kya Yaad hai woh fool Jo tod laayi thi tum uss ped se Mere yaadon ke Gulshan mein Khila hai woh fool kabse Hasrat toh dekhiye Woh ped bhi na sambhal paaya Mujhe akela dekhkar Woh bhi murjhaaya Yahin chalte waqt kaha tha na Ki chodogi nahi yeh haath kabhi Chaahe fariyad ** jaaye humse harr koi Tumhaare usi saath ki khoj mein hu Jise laga liya tha apne rooh se kabhi Sahi kaha tha uss shaks ne ki Manzil nahi raahon mein junoon pao Kyunki manzil toh pahuche he nahi the ke Bewafa karr gayi mujhe uss raah pe akele Kabhi Chalke dekhna Inhi raahon pe akele Yaad karna woh beetein hue qisse Aur ** sake toh mudke dekhna Dikhunga mein usi mod parr Jaahan chod gayi thi mujhe..karke inkar Kyunki badal liye tumne apne raahein Jo kabhi samajh na paayi meri yeh fitoor nigaahein
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
Raahein
Jin raaston pay kabhi chala kartay thay Aaj wohi raastay kaatnay ko daurtay hai Jinhay kabhi apna samajhtay thay Aaj wohi hamay paraaya kar chukay hai Tanhai kay siva ab kuch nahi bacha Zindagi ab ban chuki hai ek sazaa (Urdu & Hindi) English translation The roads on which i used to walk once Today they seem to bite me The one who i used to consider as my own Today that person has made me an outsider There is nothing left now save for solitude Life now has become a punishment
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Untitled 69
Saraab.... Tu ek khayaal se zyada kuch aur tha bhi nahi... Bas ek khwaab se zyada tu kuch hua bhi nahi... Woh ek zakhm jo dil ko kabhi mila hi nahi... Tu hai woh dard jo mehsus ** saka hi nahi... Woh lafz the mehez alfaaz sach hue hi nahi.... Na haq vo baaton ke parde kabhi khule hi nahi... Humare ijz ka un par asar hua hi nahi... Ki inkisari mein hum ne bhi kuch kaha hi nahi.... Teri ranjish kabhi dil ko hui ata hi nahi... Mera daaman teri khalish se bhar saka hi nahi... Woh faasla kabhi jo paar kar sake hi nahi... Woh raasta ke jin pe paon chal sake hi nahi... Tu ek yaad hai jise yaad rakh sake hi nahi... Tu ek saraab hai jise haath dhar sake hi nahi... Aazmana kisi ko kab yeh achchi aadat hai... Aazmaish se hum kabhi juda hue hi nahi... Ke intekhaab jo tera maine kiya tha kabhi... Munasebat ke daayre se vo juda hi nahi... Woh ek sada jo kabhi pesh kar saka hi nahi... Vo ilteja kabhi bhi tu jo sun saka hi nahi... Meri aankhon ko deed tera ** saka hi nahi... Teri khushboo se **** mera tar hua hi nahi... Woh jo qurbat sa kuch mehsus ** raha tha mujhe... Wasl ka lutf woh mujhe kabhi mila hi nahi... Kyun jo tu khud parast nahi to dekhta hi nahi... Kyun nigaah tu meri taraf phira saka hi nahi... Woh jo sehra tumhe yun sabz nazar aata raha... Saraab tha kabhi waha yahan hua hi nahi... Kaha tha us ne ke mujh ko bas ek nida dena... Ae dil tu maan le tha tu ne yeh suna hi nahi... Teri nigaah mein umeed ek basi thi jo “Ain”... Nazar ka dhoka tha ke kuch kabhi basa hi nahi....
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Saraab....(Mirage)
Saraab.... Tu ek khayaal se zyada kuch aur tha bhi nahi... Bas ek khwaab se zyada tu kuch hua bhi nahi... Woh ek zakhm jo dil ko kabhi mila hi nahi... Tu hai woh dard jo mehsus ** saka hi nahi... Woh lafz the mehez alfaaz sach hue hi nahi.... Na haq vo baaton ke parde kabhi khule hi nahi... Humare ijz ka un par asar hua hi nahi... Ki inkisari mein hum ne bhi kuch kaha hi nahi.... Teri ranjish kabhi dil ko hui ata hi nahi... Mera daaman teri khalish se bhar saka hi nahi... Woh faasla kabhi jo paar kar sake hi nahi... Woh raasta ke jin pe paon chal sake hi nahi... Tu ek yaad hai jise yaad rakh sake hi nahi... Tu ek saraab hai jise haath dhar sake hi nahi... Aazmana kisi ko kab yeh achchi aadat hai... Aazmaish se hum kabhi juda hue hi nahi... Ke intekhaab jo tera maine kiya tha kabhi... Munasebat ke daayre se vo juda hi nahi... Woh ek sada jo kabhi pesh kar saka hi nahi... Vo ilteja kabhi bhi tu jo sun saka hi nahi... Meri aankhon ko deed tera ** saka hi nahi... Teri khushboo se **** mera tar hua hi nahi... Woh jo qurbat sa kuch mehsus ** raha tha mujhe... Wasl ka lutf woh mujhe kabhi mila hi nahi... Kyun jo tu khud parast nahi to dekhta hi nahi... Kyun nigaah tu meri taraf phira saka hi nahi... Woh jo sehra tumhe yun sabz nazar aata raha... Saraab tha kabhi waha yahan hua hi nahi... Kaha tha us ne ke mujh ko bas ek nida dena... Ae dil tu maan le tha tu ne yeh suna hi nahi... Teri nigaah mein umeed ek basi thi jo “Ain”... Nazar ka dhoka tha ke kuch kabhi basa hi nahi....
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Chle aao jana tumhara intzar abhi baki hai...tum aaoge jarur yeh aas abhi baki hai...rooth gyi nindiya jin aankhon se vo adhura sa khwav abhi baki hai...kah n payi jise un uljhe halat me us khasm-kash ka ejhaar abhi baki hai...bah chle sb aansu tanhai me un aankhon ki pyas abhi baki hai...ruk gye lfz jubaa..n pr aate-aate sunle ei musafir mere alfaz abhi baki hai...chaha tumhe shiddat se...mamga tumhe minnat se...miloge jis dua se vo ardaas abhi baki hai...nahi pta kb aaoge tum tumhare aane ka #ehsaas hi mere liy kafi hai....   Chle aao jana....intzaar abhi baki hai.... #sagat
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
Intzar...
In a locked up abandoned room, stands dead people, all worn and torn, all helpless and scarcely unknown. They weep trickles of tears from their eyes, soaking down to their cheeks, innocent faces and scarred bodies, invisible to the world and their minds dreadfully drilled, with thoughts of insanity, as they rot inhumanely. Open wounds and jars of acid, the key lays in one of them, torturous and hardly discredited It's deadly, and extremely rapid. Trapped and held back, suppressed and feelings of soul lack, where the crows die at 3:00am, it's satanic, dark, dull and dim. Hands burn and screams cry, the jar is black, so they hadn't know in which the key lie. The secrets within, dark, deadly and too hard to ****** swim. Weak and demolished, some people collapse in pain and satanic craze, the haze, the daze, thoust peculiar trickles of red rain drops from the ceiling above, rose wine red, depth is dark and foul like jin It's ****** up... Our ghosts keep all kinds of secrets, with their hands behind their back and face hidden and covered in black, suppression creates a place of torturous days and weeping eyes of display... Isolation makes it worse, it creates a lonesome curse... Treat your ghost well, then the dark won't take over, and make it dreaded and unwell... Tell... All your secrets within
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
The secrets within
lurking behind that nervous but sensual laugh hides an exotic goddess pretending to be a die-hard feminist was it the regimen of a demanding mother? was is it the separation from your misunderstood motherland? is it the distance from your chosen lover? or simply sadness from an unrequited love? toss away the jin guo and let the river flow..... for this world to see the true guan yin rising within you © 2021
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 3:17 PM UTC
guan yin
We cannot Talk Because we seldom share Language, The token tongue, But still, We conquer – Communicate. We transmit Smiles and fingers Pointing towards Needs, Wants And what’s, “next,” Egg cakes, soy and tea For the son she’d never Expected – He who’d lose a tooth, He who’d hold her daughter, He who'd love Eternity.
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
Zhang Jin Mei
I like to think your eye is at the keyhole, Your sloppy brain conjuring make-shift realities      for your majick to paint into thin air from your lies. Bald-faced whoppers or sneaky half-truths, You twirl them around your illusion expecting      a fantastic creation with which to delight yourself. A pitiful white smoke jin,      dissolving almost as quickly            as it rose from the flame. You honestly believe you've stolen my illusion,      kept it just long enough to smudge, a chalk drawing. You honestly believe I've let you do it, unwilling and unknowing. Your fingers are ***** the powder won't wash away. All for nothing. You only erased the memory of what I once felt for you.      Ah, your makeshift majick works! Well done and thank you. How long will you keep squinting at the light on the other side? Your eye must be getting tired. Why don't you just open the door?      It ain't locked. I've a feeling you've got a wicked temper      and a lot of hate built up inside that you           refuse to acknowledge,               try to ignore, Until you're secure in the darkest corner of your prayer closet.      Facing a mirror,           Worshipping and damning                at the same time That's when it boils over. ***** **** dog, frothing at the mouth... Mean drunk, indiscriminate for a fight,      but there's no one at the bar. Only a witch's cruel mirror                and all it says is... "You aren't the Golden Child, "Your majick is a sham "No one cares enough to read you "You're a thick, boring book "The worst kind: a book about a book "A book about yourself "A book called 'Look What I've Done!'" So here I sit, on the other side of your peephole view Wondering what I should do next, Knowing I'll never be strong enough to tell you      to your face that I've known all along... I walk through streets in your dreams... Of this I'm certain even as I know you're watching me right now,      with all your wasted mental projections, charms, chants, lusts, cravings, desires, needs, Casting that covetous spell my way but I guess The keyhole must be too small Because I don't feel a thing and as I sit here,      naked in my own secret place, I could care less that you live for these moments                 of disappointed voyeurism
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
Disappointed Voyeurism
I like to think your eye is at the keyhole, Your sloppy brain conjuring make-shift realities      for your majick to paint into thin air from your lies. Bald-faced whoppers or sneaky half-truths, You twirl them around your illusion expecting      a fantastic creation with which to delight yourself. A pitiful white smoke jin,      dissolving almost as quickly            as it rose from the flame. You honestly believe you've stolen my illusion,      kept it just long enough to smudge, a chalk drawing. You honestly believe I've let you do it, unwilling and unknowing. Your fingers are ***** the powder won't wash away. All for nothing. You only erased the memory of what I once felt for you.      Ah, your makeshift majick works! Well done and thank you. How long will you keep squinting at the light on the other side? Your eye must be getting tired. Why don't you just open the door?      It ain't locked. I've a feeling you've got a wicked temper      and a lot of hate built up inside that you           refuse to acknowledge,               try to ignore, Until you're secure in the darkest corner of your prayer closet.      Facing a mirror,           Worshipping and damning                at the same time That's when it boils over. ***** **** dog, frothing at the mouth... Mean drunk, indiscriminate for a fight,      but there's no one at the bar. Only a witch's cruel mirror                and all it says is... "You aren't the Golden Child, "Your majick is a sham "No one cares enough to read you "You're a thick, boring book "The worst kind: a book about a book "A book about yourself "A book called 'Look What I've Done!'" So here I sit, on the other side of your peephole view Wondering what I should do next, Knowing I'll never be strong enough to tell you      to your face that I've known all along... I walk through streets in your dreams... Of this I'm certain even as I know you're watching me right now,      with all your wasted mental projections, charms, chants, lusts, cravings, desires, needs, Casting that covetous spell my way but I guess The keyhole must be too small Because I don't feel a thing and as I sit here,      naked in my own secret place, I could care less that you live for these moments                 of disappointed voyeurism
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Before the year ends there is so much left to accomplish. Little grains of salt tossed from shore to shore Rogue One is my savior Jin and Cassian are my guides a bonding brotherhood a bonding friendship a budding romance but ended as the imperial army blew them to smithereens. What is to become of the rebel forces? They end up winning but it's a long, hard struggle. The Force is with me. I am the Force. I know this now. All this power like the Death Star channeling green toxic energy destroying all that is innocent and good. Before the year ends there is an opening not unlike the blue power shields that the rebels destroyed. Fear is my shield but I have the Force within and all it takes is some hope that this next coming year will be a new bright beginning full of love and caring bringing peace and relief and satisfaction and release to my Brain and my Heart.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
THE END OF 2016
I cry all night I cry all day Thinking that you Will never come back I soon read the love songs of the 6th Dalai Lama Then you come in My heart leaps I lead you to My bed We kiss I ask you your you name You say that’s it was karma. Mine was Jin Mai We continue to kiss Passionately and fall on My bed and on eachother I can feel your hardness When you undress eacother And make love My gentle soul. You ask why I was so sad I sad that I forced to horrible things And you didn’t care You pulled me closer And kissed me Deeply.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC
A shaolin monk named karma.
Sew doudou pyé piman an mwen. Sew doudou mèt kann a piman zwazo Sew ki ka fè bonda manjak Konsidiré I miel Sew doudou piman miz an mwen Sew ki ka soulajé ko mwen Sew ki ka fè mwen lévé Sew ki ka fè mwen soukwé soukwé adanw Kolé séré Sew ki ka fè mwen briyé kon letwal a lorian O pipirit chantan Man enmé bektew telman Si ou té sav ki jan man enmé bektew Man enmé bektew kon foufou Man enmé voré asiw kon rakoun agoulou granfal Piman miz an mwen Pyé piman miz an mwen Pyé la sa ka toujou *** Piman aw ni mowdan kon pins a krab Ban mwen on bon moso piman aw Pou nou mangé kon granmoun kalalu an nou doudou. Piman aw woz woz woz doudou Piman aw wouj wouj wouj Piman aw nwè nwè nwè Piman aw cho cho cho Piman aw ka brenné Piman miz aw ka chofé tout ko an mwen doudou Ki sa ou mèté adan i pou I ka pike mwen konsa On bon to piman doudou I bon you bonnman doudou I ni on ti gou mirtiy Man pa Jin manje piman konsa doudou Metey adan flakon Pou mwen te parfumé mwen Metey adan zakra jiwomon doudou Pou man pe chofe ko mwen doudou Piman miz Piman miz Se on ras piman ki telman Bon Se on kalite piman Ki ka dérayé moun ki pa save koman kuiziney Piman miz piman miz En Nou dansé doudou On bel bolewo épi piman la sa ki ka voyé mizik asi nou doudou
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
Piman miz
Freeing my life force unblocking meridians energy balanced
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
Jin shin Jyutsu - Haiku
Lost in an insane asylum now i am riding into the abyss a tornado of darkness relapsed right before within hours it was broke smoking till I choke laughing at the burn my thoughts they steam they churn higher learning became erased and was wasted fully laced with shrooms in a vase growing beautifully in place then plucked like a rose but consumed like a banana all in down the hatch having to analyze the trip need a diorama, diagram, and some more RAM for this kid. Memory Take me to a place where I can live in the stars, jet black, burning lights is the essence that just begins a true memory in the cemetery of the dead the souls as they laugh and play lust in all ways, but the way I sway my words turn them to zombies cannibalizing each other, the strongest is the alpha that runs out and destroys the others in doing that the abomination becomes fat, erodes in its brutish nature, truly exposed Wasted As I drink the fifth, the Jin talks within the gin, truly a spin on words, but not really, cause most men will wish pleasures for there ***** but me that is far to silly. Billy Jean was not his girl, but he sure did **** her. Being poor is not that real to the rich man who have most man working for them at the age of 10 but then again is that 1% an exception that can only be seen in an inception, during a recession, in repentance from a resentful soul oh be Gentle They scream as he came and conquered They scream as he saw that we have gone bonkers He came to conquer Like champagne and lobster, Cuban cigar in that mouth and herb in that pipe, whispering in his ear is the Willow with an appetite and he might and he did and he will and he rid in to conquer again to conquer End
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Walking Woes
Lost in an insane asylum now i am riding into the abyss a tornado of darkness relapsed right before within hours it was broke smoking till I choke laughing at the burn my thoughts they steam they churn higher learning became erased and was wasted fully laced with shrooms in a vase growing beautifully in place then plucked like a rose but consumed like a banana all in down the hatch having to analyze the trip need a diorama, diagram, and some more RAM for this kid. Memory Take me to a place where I can live in the stars, jet black, burning lights is the essence that just begins a true memory in the cemetery of the dead the souls as they laugh and play lust in all ways, but the way I sway my words turn them to zombies cannibalizing each other, the strongest is the alpha that runs out and destroys the others in doing that the abomination becomes fat, erodes in its brutish nature, truly exposed Wasted As I drink the fifth, the Jin talks within the gin, truly a spin on words, but not really, cause most men will wish pleasures for there ***** but me that is far to silly. Billy Jean was not his girl, but he sure did **** her. Being poor is not that real to the rich man who have most man working for them at the age of 10 but then again is that 1% an exception that can only be seen in an inception, during a recession, in repentance from a resentful soul oh be Gentle They scream as he came and conquered They scream as he saw that we have gone bonkers He came to conquer Like champagne and lobster, Cuban cigar in that mouth and herb in that pipe, whispering in his ear is the Willow with an appetite and he might and he did and he will and he rid in to conquer again to conquer End
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Tere har jazbaato ki kadar h, Intezaar me bitaani ye umaar h, Teri awaaz sun ne ko beete ye pal h, Har gham aur Khushi ki muje khabar h. Par ye waqt mera nahi, Jin yaado ko tum, Mere saath saza na sako, Sayad me es kabil nahi..
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
Kabil nahi
"I have not taken a wife because I do my best to avoid disappointment" - Jin Bao Seifu "Hundred Eyes", Daoist Monk Men admire beauty and praise it so much that they will aspire to unknown lengths to assuage and sustain beauties audience... it is the enchantment of beauty that intoxicates...rare beauty admires the substance of mutual admiration... Beauty can conjure and secure Sovereignty over a mans mind & passions... should one interact in terms of logical usury and apathetic cold-hearted disregard Or chance at tenuous love & possibility of competing passions Do we conscript our fealty to beauty by our bedding and subsequent warm embrace of promised security and sustained endurance long after the twilight of the nights ecstasy spurning dew of mornings uncertainties "Young beauty what can you offer a man not made to completion?" "To lay my softness upon him." Beauty is Prey Mantis "Do you now desire a sip"
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Songs of Tea
Blasphemy, blasphemy in the city of Rhapsody Casualties, casualties increased in number, they plunder Gold chains, gold rings, and hoes ******* up on their nose Knives and bullet holes Liquor fumes run out there pores Another round it's time to pour Ball, and steal the ones you love Grim, like reapers, scythe laying in the trunk So rowdy, you getting punked Get out the house, get on the funk I am, I am the kid who is stacking dollars I be, I be the one they call the POWER Stealing from yall' what is no ones So I came to ball and unfold them Ace of spades, I be rubbing on the jin So dam turnt I do now know how it can be sin She is fire, infernos desire, my mind admires, her waterfall I acquire I just want that hot verse and that choir Encore, encore I think I want more Just like Ceasar, man's brain gets distorted Because they hoeing, because the gold and drugs that come, people change when you got that dolla huh? People change, People change, when you got that dolla huh? Huh? I be, I be a one man choir Look at all these ******* in the game. 'Bout to grab that empire
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
We All Sinnin
Dear Jin, Jinelle, Michelle, You are a sunshine through my rainy day, the purest soul who showed me light. You are an amazing precious, cute little bean that I treasure so, so much. Your brilliant mind with your strong mindset soul, I adore quite a lot. The world can be cruel and shows no mercy at times, but I want to protect you from any sort of sadness and pain that life throws at you. I want you to remember that if there are days you are down, you can lean on me. Through your darkness I'll be the sunshine and the moonlight, because my dear baby girl you deserve all the sunlight. I'll stay up all night, just to make sure you're alright. If the world or someone ignites a fire to bring you down, I will turn them into fireworks and celebrate your hard work and show you the unconditional love you deserve. Speaking of deserving, the world nor the galaxies never deserve your kindhearted soul in the first place. You bring so much joy to everyone, I hope you don't forget to smile yourself. To me I have gained a lovely, amicable, yet totally has a savage side sister. Your happiness means the world to me and from here on I will be there right beside to cheer you on.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
Jinelle.
the droplets corrode a softened skin the undead lay asleep the thoughts flourish, a shot of jin? paper so crisp; the sailors keep everything is intertwined yet nothing seems to fall a place everything is circled nothing is lined oh life is a horrid daze wake me up wake me up alas, i can not wake as for i, the undead.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
sing me awake
I Do Write Poems For Others At Times. I Do Write Poems For My Self Some Times. I Do Write Poems To Get Out My Mind. I Do Write Poems To Find The Divine. I Do Write Poems To Ease The Burden. I Do Write Poems To Fish To Find What Is Unworldly. I Do Write Poems To See Who That Is Flirting. I Do Write Poems To Go Off The Head And Nerdy. I Do Right Poems To Conquer. Sing A Song To Make A Madman Come To His Senses. No, We Need A Consensus I Do Write Poems For Myself Sometimes Wishing On A Wish, A Jin Screaming All Sort Of **** I Do Write Poems. Poems. I Do Write.
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
I Do
mother and father speak french each with different dialects they cause misunderstandings big brother speaks greek little brother, turkish they might as well be strangers i speak Jin (Chinese) in my own home i live with foureign members the barrier between us causes battles as if we were calloused enemies all i wanted was to live in peace so i went on to learn french dialects, two greek and turkish, to(o) promote room for healthy growth i stood outside its door looked down at my two feet and saw a doormat reading "communication" i had to step on it so i could take a step forward the worst part was seeing foureigners uniting to fight a common ene(me) but i was determined i though peace worked so i worked for peace but now i dread the trip home each night and still i drive to a foreign land till one day i jumped over the mat and into the room to see new embroidery on the wall ever so eloquently reading "make war not love" in Jin (Chinese). - end
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
now i swallow my tongue