"kee" poems
Koi ghilla na ab aur na koi shikayaat hogee
Ab jo mohobat tujsay hoge,wo bakamaal hoge...
Dekh liya hai jo mizaaj hummnay teraa
Koi khata na ab aur na koi kammee hogeee
Humpay jo karam huva tha,aaj samj aanay laga
Pehle shayed tanha thay,aaj har taraf shor behnay laga
Huvi jo gustakhi ,andher khudkay jank naa sakhay
samma unki mohobat ka , Na janay khudpay kabsay chalnay laga....
shambal raha tha jo dheery dheery,lo aaj bikharnay do zara
Kuch apni tasveer mai,rang merey b bharnay do zara
Koi inaam ** teray kabil ,rakhdu wo terey kadmou mai
Laikin tujsa naa kio aur na tere jaisi koi hogee....
Ab jo Inayat tujpay hoge,wo lazawaal hogee..
khaaboon mai kho kr hum haqeeqat ko jaan naa sakhay
Sab tha pani he pani par hum kuch pebchaan naa sakhay
Zindagi ki mojoo pay sawaar hum bataktey rehai veeran-e-samandar mai
Muntazir mai sahil unka tha ,par hum kuch dekh naa sakhay..
Ilteja jo kabhi kee hee nhi,aaj jee bhar k faryaad karnay do zara
Dabay zakhmu ko andher he andher aaj samandar karnay do zara
Hai qabool ab sab tera,zindagi mai bas shamil hoga
Rahai naa sansay mujmai sahee,Laikin judaa naa Rumi say tu hogee
Ab jo ebadaat tujpay hogee,wo bemisaal hogee..
########penned by Aabid Rumi
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
I
On a little piece of wood,
Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood;
Mrs. Sparrow sate close by,
A-making of an insect pie,
For her little children five,
In the nest and all alive,
Singing with a cheerful smile
To amuse them all the while,
Twikky wikky wikky wee,
Wikky bikky twikky tee,
Spikky bikky bee!
II
Mrs. Spikky Sparrow said,
'Spikky, Darling! in my head
'Many thoughts of trouble come,
'Like to flies upon a plum!
'All last night, among the trees,
'I heard you cough, I heard you sneeze;
'And, thought I, it's come to that
'Because he does not wear a hat!
'Chippy wippy sikky tee!
'Bikky wikky tikky mee!
'Spikky chippy wee!
III
'Not that you are growing old,
'But the nights are growing cold.
'No one stays out all night long
'Without a hat: I'm sure it's wrong!'
Mr. Spikky said 'How kind,
'Dear! you are, to speak your mind!
'All your life I wish you luck!
'You are! you are! a lovely duck!
'Witchy witchy witchy wee!
'Twitchy witchy witchy bee!
Tikky tikky tee!
IV
'I was also sad, and thinking,
'When one day I saw you winking,
'And I heard you sniffle-snuffle,
'And I saw your feathers ruffle;
'To myself I sadly said,
'She's neuralgia in her head!
'That dear head has nothing on it!
'Ought she not to wear a bonnet?
'Witchy kitchy kitchy wee?
'Spikky wikky mikky bee?
'Chippy wippy chee?
V
'Let us both fly up to town!
'There I'll buy you such a gown!
'Which, completely in the fashion,
'You shall tie a sky-blue sash on.
'And a pair of slippers neat,
'To fit your darling little feet,
'So that you will look and feel,
'Quite galloobious and genteel!
'Jikky wikky bikky see,
'Chicky bikky wikky bee,
'Twikky witchy wee!'
VI
So they both to London went,
Alighting on the Monument,
Whence they flew down swiftly--pop,
Into Moses' wholesale shop;
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of slippers too.
Zikky wikky mikky bee,
Witchy witchy mitchy kee,
Sikky tikky wee.
VII
Then when so completely drest,
Back they flew and reached their nest.
Their children cried, 'O Ma and Pa!
'How truly beautiful you are!'
Said they, 'We trust that cold or pain
'We shall never feel again!
'While, perched on tree, or house, or steeple,
'We now shall look like other people.
'Witchy witchy witchy wee,
'Twikky mikky bikky bee,
Zikky sikky tee.'
3.5k
the lakewater near the banks darken with the shadows of coniferous trees
not unlike the way my ***** darkened just the other evening with transgression
and i find myself waiting,arcing the ash from my cigarette in fiery transient streaks.
this is north west angle's public dock, a sunken relic of the anishinabe
appropriately too young to be old just like the ******* rest of us.
kee no wahh she spits with conviction,
her forked tongue a testament to the near science fiction
that keeps its ugly head low to the ground
in the backwater communities of
rural ontario and manitoba
and saskatchewan
and beyond.
purple and yellow and green galaxies span across the deep space of my neck
and that's good enough, they reckon, to land me in the passenger's seat.
now the sun's shallow beneath the canadian shield
leaving only a violent, open **** on the skyline
and the watered down blood of ritual sacrifice to
filter up through the cheesecloth of the underbrush
and effectively discolour the poplars in a pastel
identical to the lining of my ****
so ask me how many children have been
stranded on the pallid, uneven terrain of my thighs
and i'll stop making references to my ******
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer sai pehlay
Khuda banday sai khud poochay bta teri raza kya hai
Raise yourself to such heights so before every destined act
God Himself asks His creation, what is it your desire
Kee Muhammad (S.A.W) sai wafa toonay to hum tairay hain
Ye jahan cheez hai kya loh o kalam tairay hain
If you are loyal to Muhammad (S.A.W) we are yours
This universe is nothing, the Tablet and the Pen are yours
(Allama Iqbal)
May it be Saadi
Or may it be Sherazi
Mansur or Sachal Sarmast
May it be Rumi or Shams
Rabia Basri or Ganj Bakhsh
Bhatai or Baba Rehman
Ghani Khan or Allama Iqbal
All these God-gifted saints
went by giving the same message
Spreading the same thought
The one and unique
The message of the Truth
Under a million veils lie
Behold,
The one and only
Allah...
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
I tasted just a little bit of *****
as I drank another cider
after ******* in the mint in the front of my house
now, given, I was smoking a spliff
and coughing my *** off
but ******* it tasted mostly of the
three-star chicken Pad Kee Mao
I ate some hours earlier and just barely
of my peanut m&m dessert
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC
There once was an Eskimo!
Named Es-kee-mo-mo!
He was of Somolian Antartician,
Persuasion!
Just about this big,
Jaggedly he roamed about the country,
In search of some gravity.
Little did Es-kee-mo-mo know,
But what he looking for in fact,
Was his long lost sack.
He searched long and hard,
Along the tundriatic terrain,
But he never did quite find,
The bag ya dig?
They must have jumped out,
He hollered quite loud,
Enough to cause an avalanche,
Swept away in the wave,
Ol’ Es-kee-mo-mo couldn't believe,
That right up on top of the cliff,
Was his sack shining in the light.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
mera dil jayapur bhaarat mein dhadakata hai
~my heart beats in Jaipur India~
Dil ko tumse pyar hua Jayapur
~my heart fell in love
with you in Jayspur India~
mera dil ham jayapur bhaarat mein toot gaya
~my heart is broken in Jayapur India~
~all the way to America.~
mera dil ham sabhee tarah se tod diya amerika aur vaapas karane ke lie
mera dil bhaarat se lekar amerika aur peechhe tak toota hua hai
It just means
My heart is broken all the way from India to America and back.
that's the beauty of being s poetess
we can dream aware
that dreams don't always come true
ek kavayitree hone ke naate yahee khoobasooratee hai
ham sapane dekhate hain ki sabhee sapane sach nahin hote hain
~~~~~
My dear Hello Poetry
I didn't cared for followers
nor comments or denied suns
I was looking for my true love.
mere priy ech.pee sun
mujhe pholoars kament kee paravaah nahin thee aur na hee sooraj sun
mujhe apane sachche pyaar kee talaash thee
I found my beloved asleep
deep in my heart
mainne apane priy ko apane dil kee gaharaiyon mein soya paaya.
~just waiting for my kiss.~
bas mere chumban ke lie intajaar.
Just waiting for my kiss.
~~
By Karijinbba
06-2021
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
twitchley body funds my eyesight,
endorsing social security of the mind--
the free market of my inhibitions deci
des to monopolize the rights to my soul
as a crown corporation but we'll nationa
lize again again with the help of shock d
octrine-- flinching in the light you called
the office of internal affairs regarding mat
ters of the heart, but but but it was left to
open classrooms to tell you what and how
to live yer life, and nothing more. who kee
ps anyone different? who holds them to sim
ilar? what makes me no h2o and what mak
es you no granite? because last night we cal
led you drunk and you called us sober. no
one picked up the comments and no one pic
ked up the phone. crippled and meaningless,
nihilism felt obliged to die. i felt obliged to die.
i felt obliged to leave myself alone, or risk seei
ng me again.
the noose cooperated and collapsed and collapsed,
and collapsed.
this is not a suicide note. it is a sidenote
and you will find me beating deep inside yer
chest.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Lamentation of a slight Indian girl
wearing a perfect tiny Sari
as her grandmother insisted
she eat something, holding a morsel
partially unwrapped
I couldn't understand a word she said
But everything was clear
Anna Kee Do. Over and over
As grandmother increased her sales pitch to the
point that I was ready to eat it
The girl would not budge
grandma turned to me and gave me a wry smile
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
That sad moment
When your fingers can’t type acros the keybboard.
Because itall runs together like something
From another time whe nthings were less
Than they are now. It’ s always easier, you know,
With less. Always easier when hnds run smoothly
Over the snow or the leaes or the sun
Because they arent shaking quite like they are
Now. Now, with more thought, more feared, more lost
To the losing of days that always leave, evntually.
More to keep you up at night as your hands
Shake but tryto type throug it anyway. More
To keeep you distracted from yourself
But also more to kee pyou all too concentrated
On the world, thatthing that makes you rhands shake,
Tha thng thatis always more thn you want itto be.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
aapki yaad dil mein
liye bainte hain hum
aahat suni tho
dil kee khid-kee se
jhaank lete hain hum
palkon ko moond kar
aapki haseen tasveer ka
deedar kar lete hum
bhej raha hoon tasveer apni
jhalak aapki us ko mil jaye
soch kar tasahlee kar lenge hum
aapki yaad dil mein
liye bainte hain hum
-------------------------------------
English Translation
Memory
I sit with your memory
deep in my heart
I hear something
I peek outside
the window of my heart
I close my eyelids
your sublime image
is what I see my sweetheart
to you I send my picture
a glimpse of you sure it will get
the thought of which will ease my heart
I sit with your memory
deep in my heart
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 10:45 PM UTC
Cahtee hai tujhko is baat se inkaar kyon kere hum..
Galati tere nehi hai, aur sahi hum bhi nehi hai, magar,
Ek kasmakash chalti hai dil aur dimag kee beech, hum chaa ker bhi dil ki suun nehi pate, is baat se inkar kyon kere hum..
Bhoola dena chatee hai tujhko magar nehi bhula patee, is baat se inkaar kyon kere hum..
Ek namee sii aye hai ankho mai phir bhi muskurate hai tere samne, is baat see inkar kyon kere hum..
Hume lagta hai kii tere bina naa jii sakenge, magar khud se yee izhaar kyon keren hum ..
Mana tujhe kho diya magar khone ka ehsas kyon keren hum..
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
KeeLee Anahata
That's my daughters name
Repeat it, you know you wanta
Never changes but never the same
Kee meaning key to unlock so many doors
Lee means healer, shaman if you will
Anahata is of the heart chakra that soars
My little KeyHealer of the hearts you fill
Darling you bring so much inspiration
To every thing you meet
Your energy a overflowing warm sensation
People just have to take a seat
Or some dance and jump in joy
Cuz the beautiful smile you bring
With those eyes you stop girl or boy
And make them want to sing
So much happiness
Love, laughter and light
That you have bless
Me with the gift of new sight
Yes there is still dark in this world
But I will be here through it all
In my arms you can always curl
When you feel your going to fall
Soon you will be talking
Letting the world know you
Straight to running skip walking
There's always more to learn and do
You will bring so much to life
My shinny star in the night
The silver lining through the strife
Our healing love will be alright.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
I live trying to not
exhaust myself by
keeping up. But trying
not to fall behind
as that can be just as bad.
Just sticking
to the middle and
remaining there.
Average. Inbetween
the top
and the bottom.
Unseen and overlooked.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Kee my heart with you
To ease your aching passion
I shan't take away
In this life lost dead body
See, there is no use of beat.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:37 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
Yaha rishton ke jaal mee aapko fasaya jata hai... Aur jab aap uss rishte ke bandhan mee bandh gye aap toh aapko apne matalb ke liye uksaya jata hai....
Jab matlab bakhubi nikal jaye toh aapko wapes see bewakoof banaya jata hai... Aur yee silsila hai jaari iss duniyaan kaa waah re duniyaan tu bhi na jane kitne rang ek girgit kee tarah dekhata jata hai....
Na puchoo haal uss saksh kaa jo apne sakshiyat bhula kee dusre kee kaam aata hai... aur anntt mee usee saksh ko ek pagal kaha jata hai... Waah ree duniyaan tu bhi na janeee kitnee logic lgataa hai.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
The coquí’s screech, at its sonic peak
reaches 80 decibels, as loud as
the lawnmower my father
breaks his back over.
We’d rather hear the frogs.
Little throats balloon for
KO - KEE, KO - KEE
a lullaby warm like the
water they wade in.
All of 1 or 2 inches, but
their songs bounce off tin roofs like
rainstorms in hurricane season.
The children are growing used to the call
but the adults resist, they insist
it’s not what they grew up with.
Invasive species in the USA,
best to exterminate, they’re too
loud anyway.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Freedom is a gift
For you and I
From somewhere
Not, from masters
A slavery masters
and freedom
is a Devine
Hurry up!🔁
Build your present
Let you future sleep
In a solid comfort
Aajaadee kee shubhakaamanaen
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Baton say bhee yeh gham kyon kam naheen hotey Aansuon sey dil k koney nam naheen hote Thee bahut umeed to apnon sey is dil ko kabhee Par hameshaa saath ye hamdam naheen hote Bebasee hansne lagee khaamoshi ab hai goonjtee Band kamron men koyee mausam naheen hote Jab khushee hai naachtee gaatee hai man kee har kalee Un gharon men kyaa kabhee maatam naheen hote Pyaar sab miltaa jinhen ranjish naheen koyee kabhee Kyaa kabhee aise dilon men gham naheen hote Yaad to karte hain unko ham sadaa hee raat din Khwaab men unke kabhee kyaa ham naheen hote
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Just push through it
Push through it it
It’ll be over soon
Can’t wait for the end
I’m gonna be done soon
Push through
****
Wait
No
Go back
I’m not ready
I don’t have time
Enough time
For
Everything
I can’t
So mucvh to do
Why does time
Always
Do this
?
Slip awa y
Evaede me
.
I can t
Kee
P
Uup
i
Was
N’tt
R
E
Ad
Y
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
December last year was so damped and fogged
But this year sun bright like I am in the middle of spring
Are December always a month of emotion,
A road to drown in delicate-delusion
As a rose drink poisoning poison
Realize I give so much attention to the thing I can't hold forever
Instead my wish is "never say never"
Anywhere this all gonna lead us to,
I just wanna let you remember my words
You are amazing and God sent you
To be my muse, you revoluted my world
What should be prepare for a goodbye
Is there even good in a bye?
And what about December next year and after
Shall I fake my heart remember?
My Kee,
hope I understand you as you understood me
Dec,2018
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
*(
)
(*
believe me, that's ****** up...
i'm looking at the moon
thinking... lunar years?
is it the right time to begin
that sort of strategy?
so what's a crying face?
*)
(
)*
like i thought...
in the former the eyes are "crying"
and the mouth is smiling...
and in the latter case the eyes are
"smiling",
but the smile is drooping.
just **** me... but keep the irony;
no, really, **** your english
acronyms,
and emoticon stressors
while discussing pronouns...
**** off!
stick to the emoticons,
don't get involved in pronouns...
like i already stressed...
it is no longer a pronoun,
it's a noun...
thanks to your "ingenious"
approach to restricting language
the communist never or would ever
do...
i swear communism was never
linguistic based, or cultural,
but simply economic biased.
no? **** i was lied to for the better half
of the 20th century.
**** me... try resurrecting the nazis
at this point... ha ha...
what shitstorm would come about;
they'd be zombie slowly speaking
german...
ah---------r, v---------e-----e-----s
e-------------dio-----------ts--------
joe-------------kee--------------ing?
reflex: no?!
oi! stefan! heinrich!
the cattle-carts!
where they're going?
auschwitz!
or as i like to call it:
dißneyland.
whenever in doubt,
colon + inverted commas,
or : mmm, mmm + " ",
or the heresy of
colon, :, and italics.
like i once said: is that supposed
to be quoted.... or unquoted?
three people talking at once,
is that the format of christianity?
stephen hawkings playing basketball
at the paraolympics?
australia at the eurovision song contest?!
never got to grips with the difference
between the linguistic zoological
enclosure difference, staged between
the cages ' '
and " ";
and i haven't found anyone
to explain this phenomenon to me.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
#My relational cat
shows up for a chat
oh, of course-- and
some food: with
few ***** to give--
but it's all good
Or few-fucks it seems.
The kee I-thot
to be a self-centered snot
has turned out to be
the kee of-my dreams.
I can understand kitty
kitty kitty kitty; and
I can now see
that it's me
that's been ******
****** ****** ****** or
so it seems.
Or so it seems.
When I think
that I'm bad-- or
have-given all
that I-had-- kee
somehow finds a way
to show me--
I'm the man
of her dreams.
Kitty kitty kitty kee.
kitty kitty
#
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC