"kari" poems
Lal rang ki saree ka jawaab nahi hai.
Aisa lagta hai ki Rooh ka libaas hai.
Haseen Badaan ko chupati bhi hai
Dil kai dhadkanai kau badaati hai.
Kamaar ki woh thar tharanaa.
Kamil naaf ka woh chup chupunaa.
Woh gehri aur nazuk sai sozen kari
Aap ki khobsuraati ka izafa kar dehti hai.
Lal rang ki saree ka jawaab nahi hai.
Aisa lagta hai ki Rooh ka libaas hai.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
**** Damakta, Zulf Ghaneri*
Rangin Lab, Ankhein Jadu
Body aflame and curling of locks so thick
Colourful lips and eyes so charming
Sang-e-Marmar, Uda Badal
Surḳh Shafaq, Hairan Aahu
Ivory stone altering so royal-mauve
Evening twilight so red and dazzled gazelles
Raatein Mahki, Sansein Dahki
Nazrein Bahki, Rut Lahki
Fragrant nights and sighs kindling
Glances intoxicating, season so blooming
Prem Khilauna, Sapn Salona
Phul Bichhauna, Vo Pahlu
Game of love, stunning dreams
Flowers spreading, O’ that view
Tum Se Duri, Ye Majburi
Zaḳhm-e-Kari, Bedari
Away from you, so helpless
Penetrating wound and no vigilance
Tanha Raatein, Sapne Katein
Khud Se Batien, Meri Khu
Lonely nights and biting dreams
Talking to self, my habit so new
✒ Translated by ℐamil Hussain , Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
You cannot press the page as if you are trying to tattoo meaning onto it. People so often forget the words as supposed to do that for you, ink askew, words committing Hari Kari ***** nilly as they derail into one another, meaning unintelligible as the point of the modern day history channel programming schedule. It is a varsity track jacket for the masses, mass produced for those unable to sew it themselves or earn it through bestowed prowess. Even national bestsellers are written in pencil these days, and before their sentence is pronounced, the verdict has been erased by the side palm of our ever-loving adhd. The thinly split nib, the exposed *** crack of a wayward genius is mocked until covered, no longer ******** the stuff of sanity, and as a result the fools rule literature with a tin scepter of complacency.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
Troubles chasing me again,
Breaking down my best defence,
I'm looking, God, I'm looking for you
Weary just won't let me rest and fear is filling up my head.
I'm longing, God I'm longing for you
But I will find you in the place I'm in, find you when I'm at my end,
Find you when there's nothing left of me to offer you except for brokenness.
You lift me up, you'll never leave me thirsty,
When I am weak, when I am lost and searching
I'll find you on my knees.
So what if sorrow shakes my faith,
What if heartache still remains,
I'll trust you, my god I'll trust you.
'Cause You are faithful and
I will find you in the place I'm in, find you when I'm at my end,
Find you when there's nothing left of me to offer you except for brokenness.
You lift me up, you'll never leave me thirsty,
When I am weak, when I am lost and searching
I'll find you on my knees, my knees.
When my hope is gone, when the fear is strong
When the pain is real, when it's hard to heal
When my faith is shaken and my heart is broken and my joy is stolen, God I know that
You lift me up, you'll never leave me searching,
Find you in the place I'm in, find you when I'm at my end,
Find you when there's nothing left of me to offer you except for brokenness.
You lift me up, you'll never leave me thirsty,
When I am weak, when I am lost and searching
I'll find you on my knees.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Zindagi us khuda ki banai bisaat hai jis k hum sab mohre hai..
Uske dar tak k raaste me.. Nashukro k liye kohre hi kohre hai
Jo behtar khel jayega wohi jeet jayega..
Par ye hoga tabhi Jab woh behatreen akhlakh apnayega
Khelte khelte kai to fanah ** gaye..
Kai Sikandar..Hitler jaise tabah ** gaye..
Maiyyat se khali haath bahar le kar is duniya se wida ** gaye
Rubaru apne kafan se jo jeete ji ** gaye..
Mukammal jahan unhi ko mila..jo khuda ki panah me ** gaye
Zindagi me jinhone ilm rakha us khuda ko Yaad karna..
Namaze adda kari..Gurbani paddi.. Granth padde..Hukumname diye..
khuda ne hosle itne buland kr diye..Apne noor se sabhi manzilo..Jannat k raaste unhi k liye Roshan kar diye
Zindagi me Naam..Shoharat unhe bahut mili..jinme alfazo se khelne ha hunar aa gaya..
Sir chad k jinke ye inayat na boli..woh us khuda ko tah umra bha gaya😊
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
LIFE…
Without doubt,
I often ask what life is all about,
And if I so may say,
It seems much like a theatre play.
With humor a comedy,
Without… a tragedy.
Hypocrisy we get for free,
Sincerity, costly for both you and me,
So many lies... religion, politics... false history,
Often made by needy greed of Humanity?
Not only speaking of divine faith,
Fanatics love to hate.
Does anyone have the nerve,
To give us more than we deserve?
Souls with bodies not a body with a soul,
To convenient music we dance one and all.
Wretched yet sweet the melody,
Life... banquets of morsels… what shall it be?
Laughter or tears... So much a mystery...
To be or not to be... Can anyone tell me...
Copyright©1995 Kari M. Knutsen
“Life is often a bumpy ride. Smile when a door closes. Open a window and let your heart and soul fly. They will find a remedy.” - Granny Kari
Copyright©2014 Kari M. Knutsen
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
WORMS
Hello! Chester here… Missing you so,
A bookworm am I,
Oh, yesss, today just sliding by…
With spectacles on my nose,
I do both poetry and prose.
Want to hear more about me …
And my family…?
So awfully lovely to see you again,
Perhaps a few secrets for you, my friend?
Plump cousins I have in the strangest places,
On blue Stilton cheese are not only their faces…
There’s even a cousin with a thousand little feet…
The shoemaker thinks he’s a treat.
Mostly here somewhere, we always share…
And war seen so many times before,
Just like greedy maggots, ended battles we do adore,
And there is even more…
Not a treat, some worms you never want to meet,
A part of the family is really mean,
Trust me, they're the worst worms you’ve ever seen,
For those eat dead people really clean!
Others just eat wood and all they ever could.
And don’t let me start,
With Mr. Snooks… worming into Miss Prissy’s heart!
Once there was even a tapeworm from a whale,
100 feet long, both sexes… He and She were for sale!
Just like people… large, short, skinny or hairy,
Some worms fancy meat or plants… others dairy.
Seeing ample aggravation… there was an invitation…
And all I have to say today… Now on my way…
To the cemetery without delay,
But I’ll be back, Sweetheart… Someday...
Copyright©2013 Kari M. Knutsen
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Remembering that water's in the clouds,
I'm suddenly drenched in their tears.
My head is always in the clouds
sleeping and drowning in all of my drenched fears.
I yearn for my insides to stop embarrassing me eternally
because feelings are so out of season,
and not in the vintage retro cool kind of way.
Everything I compose is a duet
but my shadow, though it can emulate me,
can't embrace me like you can.
My shadow and I can't surrender into each other
like my late partner.
Who am I going to wander with in the frigid rain?
and who am I going to share this hideaway with
that's nested in my frigid brain?
I keep guiding these invisible spectacles in my head
like a ghostly shepherd,
and perform them for my imaginary phantom inamorata
igniting and burning my ethereal phoenix bird.
and so I'll linger here helpless and conquered
longing for someone to hearken my silent
high pitched banshee shriek,
which continues to remain unheard.
Feel like a raindrop in an ocean,
just a teardrop in a dragon's eye.
Just an ant in a sand hill
scurrying from gargantuan shoes and haunting lies
And so I'll hideaway and bide my time
until it's gone and I evaporate
because these great expectations
will forever be far too great.
This is familiar ground I stand on.
This is familiar ground I fall to my knees on.
This is familiar ground I sleep upon.
This is familiar ground I'm buried beneath.
So I'm waiting for someone to say something.
I'm waiting for someone to stop asking me,
"Are you okay, miss?"
as if it makes a difference.
You've fooled me once, you've fooled me twice
you've fooled me thrice
you've fooled me everlastingly.
I'm a dazed and gullible fool.
You're the jester; I just wish the joke was on you.
Forever only a lady
and never anyone's rose to tame.
I long to be the rose just this once, maybe.
Please. Tame me.
So I stuff the holes in my chest with neon lights
and curled up currency and healthy pours
as my viscera seeps out my unhealthy pores
making muddled puddles on these many ***** floors.
and your attention lacerates me like a disembowelment
but my it's my affection that is the Hari-Kari
while your schizophrenic agenda is the knife.
Together we're a daily ritual suicide.
I never knew we were born to die
because I've been forever blind.
Thought you could be my lucky cricket
until my heart ended up dead on the roadside.
So sing my neglected soul to sleep.
May it rest peacefully in pieces
while my severed heart wanders aimlessly.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
I was haunted. I'm not haunted anymore, rather, the ghost of you likes to knock on the door of my heart every now and then to remind me you still exist. Tonight, I let that ghost in for the first time in months. And I wonder what your life is like now.
Are you just itching with excitement that graduation is less than a month away? Are you finally getting out of Lubbock and moving to San Diego like you always wanted? What were your thoughts on the world cup? I know how much you love soccer and it's starting to get cold again...do you ever wear that Liverpool beanie I gave to you for your birthday? Probably not. I wouldn't be surprised if you threw that in the trash long ago.
I also wonder if you already met someone new. The girl of your dreams who will listen to Kari Jobe and eat taco bell with you (I never really liked taco bell anyway). I hope not--but that's just because I'm selfish.
I wonder how much you know about my life. Did you hear I got a dog? Did you see my halloween costume this year? You would have loved it. Did you know my new dream is to be a street photographer in New York City?
I wonder if God is changing you--more so if you're letting him change you. Or if you're just as stubborn thinking that leaving this town full of memories will solve everything.
I know you burned our bridge long ago. And I am way over trying to rebuild it, but...I'll always care about you no matter how many other bridges are built with new people.
11:05PM and I'm done wondering about you. I let you're ghost in and it's time to let him out. Because I need to sleep, and I can't sleep with you here....goodnight.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Na likh ska na bol ska ki mai tenu kinna chauhni,
Tuhadi bina adhura haigi tuhadi sajni.
Tuhade naal ek pal vi gaal jado ** jaandi,
Mai saare vele khushi khushi muskandi.
Jado tussi naraaz hunde,
Sannu ta saah vi ne aunde.
Tuhanu tuhade tou mai maang lawa,
Apni dil o jaan tuhanu de dawa.
Tussi jado hasde meri rooh khildi,
Maaf kari menu agar hoyi bhul kadi.
Tuhade baajo ek pal vi jee nahi sakdi,
Tuhanu vekh vekh hi mai mai hasdi.
Tuhani dil mandir ch basaya,
Tuhade naam da sindoor mathe sajaya.
Sansaar mai aapde dohan sa tuhade naina ch vekh leya,
Tuhade baigaar mai khakk di vi nahi mere mahiya.
Saari janama tuhadi, tuhade bina nahi jeona,
Ve main tuhadi je na hoyi hor kise de ni hona.
Sune meri rabb ek chah ve adhura,
Saddi har saah te ohda haqq hove poora.
Ohde baajo koi zindagi nahi chahidi,
Daaman failaye mai ohnu hi mangdi.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
Nafrat kardi he na mere naal?
Ta sun,
*** nafrat is tarah kari
Ki jis din me mara
Tere tere muh bus ehi nikle
Ki “shukar he marea sala”
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
A KISS...
Why such commotion for only a kiss?
Asking that do know this;
It was the most earth moving thing,
It was summer and winter, autumn and spring.
Something truly special many will miss.
It was Christmas and May and unending bliss.
It was heaven and earth, fire and ice,
Ten thousand fold more than only nice.
Eloquence without a single word,
Mad secret frenzy... never heard,
Warm lips even caressed by tantalizing fingers,
And a certain feeling that not only lingers…
Hurried urges up and down a spine;
"Be mine! Be mine!"
Both exuding passion and infinite charms,
Being close with much more than only arms.
It was me and you what else did we do…?
Indeed done too…
But with a kiss it all begun,
And now my Sweet Bessie we are One.
With Love and then some...
Always Yours,
Willoughby
Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
March 1989...
GOODBYES…
I never kissed your lips… or closed your eyes,
Refusing to whisper any gentle goodbyes.
Never done when my beloved Brother so dies...
The phone rang and a man simply said:
”Hello… I’m afraid your brother is dead.”
Professional, again kind humanity evaded me,
But shock and despair were instantly there.
Already dead, a silent body had to wait,
For a funeral two weeks too late…
Pink roses on a closed coffin,
So white in the dark night…
Why not goodbye…?
In heartbreaking sorrow bowing my head,
It was my screaming soul that cried instead:
“Why…? Oh, why are you dead?
Instead of such tragedy,
Why…? Oh, why didn’t you talk to me?
Where are you now? Where did you go?
Alone, there’s no one left… I miss you so!
Always an adventurous Viking, tall and strong,
What went wrong…?”
Now without a home… the world I shall roam,
Belonging here and there… not anywhere,
Different… just a stranger from far away…
Many will smile and say.
Needless to tell a white orchid my last farewell,
So it shall be… making no difference to me,
My brethren now Humanity.
And knowing what I know,
Brother, I could have told you so,
Riches never gold…
The greatest treasure is Love… billions fold.
March 1991
Today, I could cry,
Not saying Goodbye,
And never said long since...
Farewell and So Long, Sweet Prince.
Copyright©1992 Kari M. Knutsen
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Not easy... most of us have said Goodbye to someone... Forever... not really wanting to do so... even so we do... and must. Sometimes however, others choose to say Goodbye... to everyone and everything... certain our lives are our own... but are they really...?
March 1989...
GOODBYES…
I never kissed your lips… or closed your eyes,
Refusing to whisper any gentle goodbyes.
Never done when my beloved Brother so dies...
The phone rang and a man simply said:
”Hello… I’m afraid your brother is dead.”
Professional, again kind humanity evaded me,
But shock and despair were instantly there.
Already dead, a silent body had to wait,
For a funeral two weeks too late…
Pink roses on a closed coffin,
So white in the dark night…
Why not goodbye…?
In heartbreaking sorrow bowing my head,
It was my screaming soul that cried instead:
“Why…? Oh, why are you dead?
Instead of such tragedy,
Why…? Oh, why didn’t you talk to me?
Where are you now? Where did you go?
Alone, there’s no one left… I miss you so!
Always an adventurous Viking, tall and strong,
What went wrong…?”
Now without a home… the world I shall roam,
Belonging here and there… not anywhere,
Different… just a stranger from far away…
Many will smile and say.
Needless to tell a white orchid my last farewell,
So it shall be… making no difference to me,
My brethren now Humanity.
And knowing what I know,
Brother, I could have told you so,
Riches never gold…
The greatest treasure is Love… billions fold.
March 1991
Today, I could cry,
Not saying Goodbye,
And never said long since...
Farewell and So Long, Sweet Prince.
Copyright©1992 Kari M. Knutsen
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
Willoughby is mad as hell... in 1940... Ooops...
WAR ... AND MORE...
Ever seen the letters W... A and R together before?
Oh yes... Anew not only those are making WAR.
Will that frequent horror ever pass?
That inexcusable "Thing" on Humanity’s ***
An everlasting incurable boil ghastly sore,
Oozing the worst of Humanity and more?
Constantly coming and going like the tide,
But when and where just a few decide.
People are masters of hate and grisly deed,
Never taught what is wanted might not be of need.
Power and ambition never ask permission,
Whilst irrational hate use provocation,
And millions of lives face elimination.
Eloquence and Hypocrisy firmly hand in hand,
We call Diplomacy... politicians understand.
Greed for power mortal weapons do invent,
And again from brave men in the skies,
More death and hellish horrors are sent,
As angels with devastating metal wings,
Abolish infinitely more than things…
Am I still asking is a God truly up there?
Guaranteed He is near and with many side,
Billions in His glory sanctimoniously hide.
Believed defended by forgiveness and love,
Many are blessed by a man Holier than Thou.
Wars good business throughout history,
Merciless souls hardly thought that a mystery.
Nothing was ever nailed unshakably tight,
Even souls are bought if the price is right.
Most never find meaning in being too meek,
For hardly anyone will turn the other cheek.
As for Humanity’s desperate, everlasting quest,
The God called Power was always the best.
There was never a War ending all that is War,
And just as the forgotten ones in times of yore,
Will you later give a **** what this one was for?
Yet dispensable battalions will always fight,
For pay, honor and what insisted is right.
Brave soldiers always proud not to complain,
Are heroes dying well in seas, mud and rain,
As one more profitable War must be won,
Still wonder… Why the hell all of it begun?
Willoughby
Christmas Eve 1940
Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
DEAD AND GONE
Dead and gone,
My life is done.
Could not take there,
What is still laying here.
If dear to me and one I knew,
Loving farewell for now to you,
If not… The same,
You’re not to blame.
Here for a while and happy to be,
You can forget or remember me,
But always with Love my Friend,
And more from “Somewhere” I send,
For one day again smiles we shall see,
And perhaps forever together be…
You and… me…
Copyright©2012 Kari M. Knutsen
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Mere dil ch vasdeya hai mera sajna,
Mathe tey sindoor ohde naam da sajda.
Shukra hai tera dil tou mere saaiyan,
Je mainu mileya eho jeya mahiya.
Khuda vikheya mainu ohde ch,
Padh lenda oh har vele dilon vich.
Koch kehn di lod ni payi,
Kawan tou pehla akhha padh layi.
Dilon da suroor ohde naal milda,
Baaga ch phul ohdi khushbu naal khilda.
Mere dil di har dadhkan ch ohi samaya,
Ohde siwa mai rabb kolo kuch na mangeya.
Zindagi sohni ve,
Jado oh naal hove.
Ohde siwa mera hor koi ni,
Ohnu juda kar mainu na rol deyi.
Saaha tham jouga jado ohtho dur kitta,
Maula meri zindagi da har pal tu likh ditta.
Rul assi jawange Je tu sadda haath chadheya,
Tere bina saada zindagi ch koi hor ni mileya.
Assi jiunde aasre sirf mahiya de,
Likh dewi ohda saath sadde sanjog ve.
Meri jaan vasdi ohde vich,
Ohda naam hi hove hattha mehandi ch.
Mathhe diya likhhiya ch zor sadda ni chalda,
Par sadda bharosa hai jado tu baah fadda.
Kayenaat badal dewi saddi kahani poori kari,
Mai rabb kolo sirf tainu magdi, tainu mangdi.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
What do you know
Didn’t work out for you and Joe
What can I say
Did I mention he was gay
Still, what about you and Di
Brought a tear to a glass eye
It was your mum who asked the question
What’s a Bi ,,,,,
Had to laugh, my oh my
Still, these things are sent to try us
Sorry about Gus, and the bus
Just not fare, oops sorry, meant fair
Your mother tells me you’ve met the one
Drumroll please, he’s Japanese
Strange name though, Harry
Okay just got an update, Hara Kari
What are you doing with these guys, never mind Di
Your mum says its been a week with the Greek
I’m over the moon
Spoke too soon
Fell off his horse
Was it wooden
I’m hearing you’re in Finland with some geyser called Stan
Already I’m thinking, poor man
Okay, your mum’s going on about a bear
Now Stan’s no longer there
It’s a nightmare
Where will it end
What, you’ve found a friend
Setting a new trend
Well, now I feel at ease
You’re kidding, deadly disease
Your mum says you want to try again
*** have you gone insane
I’m heading for the hills
Taking pills
Throwing myself under a train
Missed the bus
Playing Russian roulette
Oh no, I've just realised
This is how it all begun
You've won.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
Kyu tang kita hoea yaar
jad *** chad hi *** he
ta nikal bi ja mere dimag wicho
mere dil wicho
ewe kyu baar baar aake dimag khrab kar rahi
me bilkul bi concentrate nai kr pa reha apne business te
har time ohi purania gallan chli ja rahiya mind wich
jad *** chad ke ja chuki he
ta apnia yaadan bi le ja
menu ni chahidia eh yaadan
metho ni roea janda sala daily daily
Please. yaad ana band kar
me last time badi okhi recovery kiti c
etki nai ** rahi recovery
please koi dua kari ki menu tu yaad na awe.
hell bani hoi life.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Here love blossoms
Here people come running frankly
Here the head bows in reverence
Here Bengali is the book of poetry.
Here is a fistful of hands in vows to remember the martyrs
Here the Bengali's roared
Such as Ekushey of Bahanna one day
Woke up.
The world has seen a lot of shots
Didn't see the language soaked in blood February!
Hyena's team is so brazen and so barbaric
Kari wants to take her mother's language
Salam-Barkat Rafiq-Shafiq Jabbar
The vigilant guard of the mother tongue poured out the ****** of the chest.
Then a Mujib at the front of the procession
Sheikh Mujib is at the forefront of history
Bengal and Bengali took the lead
Fifty-two sixty-two - we got the demand to survive
The days of seventy-nine fires have come
Bangabandhu got Bengali
Day of release ahead.
In nineteen years, Bengalis took the form of the liberation army
Twenty-one to seventy-one
Mujib gave the call - at the March racecourse
When he heard the shackle-breaking poem
"This time the struggle is for freedom" ...
The fort was built from house to house
The defeated Pak army looked at him with a smirk
The red-green flag flew over the open land of Bengal
The people of Bangladesh chanted the slogan in unison - Joybangla!
The world has never seen such a February, such a March, such a December of victory
Proud Shaheed Minar with red-green flag!
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 1:29 AM UTC
Yaar bus kr
Kyu ena tang kita
Aap ta sali nazare le rahi
Te meri zindagi khrab kiti hoi
Bus kar, kyu aai ja rahi mind wich baar baar
Sonde hoye nu ta zee *** de
Kato kat sapnea wich ta na aa
Maar lai tuci meri
Keho jahi baddua diti he menu?
Ya rabba mehar kari
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
hold your own heart
tale care
you will need it
love it its you after all
look for the colours in words
hold yourself first here on a page
your own hands
spell me than kari on spell anything
then you will become one of us
know what is
what was
then you are the man
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Tu bi kade kade
Yaad kar laye kari
Me ta ewe hi
Nit koi na koi
Gal likhda rahu
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
Matakin nasara hakuri.
matakin mutuwa kakari.
Matakin tauna hakori.
abin yin faskare ne gatari.
Kowa yana gudun hatsari.
Uwa da yaya sai bari bari.
Mara wanka kullum sai kari.
A cinye gona sai fari.
Yabanya Allah ya fishheki fari.
Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 1:37 AM UTC