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Jab aankh khuli to amma ki godi ka ek sahara tha uska nanha sa anchal mujhko bhumandal se v pyara tha..... uske chehre ki jhalak dekh chehra phulo sa khilta tha uske stan ki ek bund se mujhko jeevan milta tha haatho se baalo ko noocha pairo se khoob prahar kia phir v us maa ne puchkara humko jee bhar ke pyar kia Mai uska raja beta tha wo ankho ka tara kahti thi mai banu budhape me uska bas ek sahara kahti thi ungli ko pakad chalaya tha padhne vidlaya bheja tha meri naadani ko v neej antar me sadasaheja tha Mere saare prashno ka wo fauran jawab ban jaati thi meri raho ke kaante chun wo khud gulaab ban jaati thi mai bada hua to college se ek rog pyar ka le aaya jis dil me maa ki murat thi wo ramkali ko de aaya shaadi ki pati se papa bana apne rishto me jhul gya ab karwa chauth maanta hu maa ki mamta ko bhul gya hum bhul gye uski maamta mere jeevan ki thati thi hum bhul gye apana jeevan wo amrit wali chaati thi Hum bhul gye wo khud bhukhi rah karke hume khilati thi humko sukha bistar dekar khud geele me soo jaati thi hum bhul gye usne hi hotho ko bhasha sikhlayi thi meri neendo ke lie raat bhar uss maa ne lori gaayi thi hum bhul gye har galti par usne danta samjhaya tha bach jau buri najar se kala teeka sada lagaya tha hum bade hue to mamta wale saare bandhan tod aaye bangle me kutte paal laye maa ko vridhaashram chod aaye apano sapno ka mahal girakar kankar -kankar been laye khudgargi me uske suhag ke aabhushan tak cheen laye Hum maa ko ghar ke batware ki abhilasha tak le aaye usko paawan mandir se gaali ki bhasha tak le aaye to be continued ........(next part may be in next week)
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Maa
Jab aankh khuli to amma ki godi ka ek sahara tha uska nanha sa anchal mujhko bhumandal se v pyara tha..... uske chehre ki jhalak dekh chehra phulo sa khilta tha uske stan ki ek bund se mujhko jeevan milta tha haatho se baalo ko noocha pairo se khoob prahar kia phir v us maa ne puchkara humko jee bhar ke pyar kia Mai uska raja beta tha wo ankho ka tara kahti thi mai banu budhape me uska bas ek sahara kahti thi ungli ko pakad chalaya tha padhne vidlaya bheja tha meri naadani ko v neej antar me sadasaheja tha Mere saare prashno ka wo fauran jawab ban jaati thi meri raho ke kaante chun wo khud gulaab ban jaati thi mai bada hua to college se ek rog pyar ka le aaya jis dil me maa ki murat thi wo ramkali ko de aaya shaadi ki pati se papa bana apne rishto me jhul gya ab karwa chauth maanta hu maa ki mamta ko bhul gya hum bhul gye uski maamta mere jeevan ki thati thi hum bhul gye apana jeevan wo amrit wali chaati thi Hum bhul gye wo khud bhukhi rah karke hume khilati thi humko sukha bistar dekar khud geele me soo jaati thi hum bhul gye usne hi hotho ko bhasha sikhlayi thi meri neendo ke lie raat bhar uss maa ne lori gaayi thi hum bhul gye har galti par usne danta samjhaya tha bach jau buri najar se kala teeka sada lagaya tha hum bade hue to mamta wale saare bandhan tod aaye bangle me kutte paal laye maa ko vridhaashram chod aaye apano sapno ka mahal girakar kankar -kankar been laye khudgargi me uske suhag ke aabhushan tak cheen laye Hum maa ko ghar ke batware ki abhilasha tak le aaye usko paawan mandir se gaali ki bhasha tak le aaye to be continued ........(next part may be in next week)
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Seetaro mai akela chaand si thi wo Foolon ka mehekta guldan si thi wo Thi nadi jaisi aviral,chanchal mere dil ka haal si thi wo Ghani dhoop mai chav si thi wo Kisi geet ki addaon si thi wo Thi hava si mehekti, komal Mere dil ka bhav si thi wo Beech majhdhaar mai nav si thi wo Khusian ka pura gaon si thi wo Thi koyal si meethi,nishchal Mere man ka abhiman si thi wo Paido par wo patto waali hari bhari koi daal si thi wo Holi ke rango mai sabse saadi ek akeli gulaal si thi wo Thi wadi kasmiri koi Mere geeton ka sur aur taal si thi wo Mandir mai wo shankhnaad si,pooja ka prasad si thi wo Baarish mai mitti ki khushboo,badal ka dharti se sanvaad si thi wo Thi meri wo beti pyari,usse hi ghar 'harshit' tha Mere ghar mai sooraj si,Mere ghar ki shaan si thi wo Thi ab wo jo nahi rahi,aakhir khata kya thi ki usne mana hi to kia tha na beta shaadi se, Par dosti ka haath bhi to badhaya tha Teri Bezatti toh nahi thi ki usne Fir kyun tune usko har ghar badnaam kia Dushman na kare,dost hokar tune aisa kaam kia Chali gayi ab chhod ke mujhko,wo akele jeevan ki saanjh mai Meri khushiyan,meri duniya,meri pyari jaan si thi wo Meri pyari jaan si thi wo
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Meri Beti
MAI BAHV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI JO BIKE SADDA HI BIN TOLE TANHAI HU HAR US KHAT KI JO JO PADHA GYA HAI BIN KHOLE HAR AANSU KO HAR PATTHAR TAK PAHUNCHANE KI LACHAR HUK MAI SAHAJ ARTH UN SABDO KA JO SUNE GYE HAI BIN BOLE JO KABI NAHI BARSA KHUL KAR HAR US BADA L KA PANI HU LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE SITA KIA RAM KAHANI HU MAI BHAV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI. ............ KI JINKE SAPNO KE TAJ MAHAL BAN NE SE PAHLE TUT GAYE JI HAATHO ME DO HAATH KABHI AANE SE PAHLE CHUT GYE DHARTI PAR JINKE KHONE AUR PAANE KI AJAB KAHANI HAI KISHMAT KI DEVI MAAN GYE PAR PRANAY DEVETA RUTH GYE MAI MAILI CHADAR WALE US KABIRA KI AMRIT VANI HU LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE SITA KKI RAM KAHANI HU KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI SEEKHA HU APNE JAKHMO KO KHUDSEE KAR KUCH JAAN GYE MAI HASHTA HU BHEETAR BHEETAR ANSU PEEKAR KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI HU VIRODH SE UPJI EK KHUDAAR VIJAY KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI MARTA HU KHUD ME JEEKAR KHUD ME MARKAR LEKIN MAI HAR CHATURI KI SOCHI SAMJHI NADANI HU LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE SITA KI RAM KAHANI HU... WRITTEN BY :::::: SHASHANK KUMAR DWIVEDI
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
MAI BAHV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI
A Muslim boy with a clock Is seen as a terrorist with a glock Maybe i'm right, maybe i'm wrong But if he were White, Asian, Hispanic or even Pacific Islander Nobody would of suspected anything. When are we going to stop fearing an entire race for only a portion radical and illogical ways of treating others? I don't tolerate people who behead others if they don't agree with their religion I don't agree with the repressive governments that control everyone and stone them for minor misdemeanors There are good men out there fighting this evil that has plagued their homelands I'm all for ending terrorism of all kinds But let's stop terrorism of innocents too Sure, i'm afraid of what the radicals will do to their own people, my people and the rest of the world But i'll be dammed if i treated somebody from the Middle East like a monster when i don't even know who they are If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern girl The Syrians girls wouldn't have an improved education If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern man fending off the Taliban and risking his entire village to keep Marcus Littrell alive He would of been KIA a long time ago. What about the ones who fought and died for America? Nobody ever mentions them The media wants me to hate them all, but i laugh and shake my head Warped minds trying to warp others I only see the ones who want to do us harm, and the ones who want to live peacefully and away from a life of hell Brothers and sisters, just a different culture and skin color I'm sorry if America seems racist or hateful, but i'm proud to be the one who throws those two words in the trash Because i'm not afraid to speak my mind And i welcome everyone here America is everyone's home. If only the Soviet Union never invaded Afghanistan If only the people were not scared To be free like America. Unity for all, Religious differences and Cultures alike. I hope one day a Muslim man or Woman can walk down an American street without being labeled as a terrorist. I hope one day these repressive governments fall into the hands of democracy And we start the Age of Unity again.
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
Age Of Unity
A Muslim boy with a clock Is seen as a terrorist with a glock Maybe i'm right, maybe i'm wrong But if he were White, Asian, Hispanic or even Pacific Islander Nobody would of suspected anything. When are we going to stop fearing an entire race for only a portion radical and illogical ways of treating others? I don't tolerate people who behead others if they don't agree with their religion I don't agree with the repressive governments that control everyone and stone them for minor misdemeanors There are good men out there fighting this evil that has plagued their homelands I'm all for ending terrorism of all kinds But let's stop terrorism of innocents too Sure, i'm afraid of what the radicals will do to their own people, my people and the rest of the world But i'll be dammed if i treated somebody from the Middle East like a monster when i don't even know who they are If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern girl The Syrians girls wouldn't have an improved education If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern man fending off the Taliban and risking his entire village to keep Marcus Littrell alive He would of been KIA a long time ago. What about the ones who fought and died for America? Nobody ever mentions them The media wants me to hate them all, but i laugh and shake my head Warped minds trying to warp others I only see the ones who want to do us harm, and the ones who want to live peacefully and away from a life of hell Brothers and sisters, just a different culture and skin color I'm sorry if America seems racist or hateful, but i'm proud to be the one who throws those two words in the trash Because i'm not afraid to speak my mind And i welcome everyone here America is everyone's home. If only the Soviet Union never invaded Afghanistan If only the people were not scared To be free like America. Unity for all, Religious differences and Cultures alike. I hope one day a Muslim man or Woman can walk down an American street without being labeled as a terrorist. I hope one day these repressive governments fall into the hands of democracy And we start the Age of Unity again.
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They say marriage is all about compromise. If that's the case, newlyweds Kia Parsons and Billy Bunning are off to an excellent start. The UK couple had different visions when it came to their wedding cake; the bride wanted an all-white tiered cake with cascading sugar flowers. The groom, on the other hand, wanted to incorporate his love of comic book superheroes into the confection. So they met somewhere in the middle: Julia Baker of Tier by Tier cake design created the cake for the couple's August 14 wedding in Milton Keynes, England. One side is the traditional-looking cake the bride wanted. On the other side, icing curtains reveal the logos of Marvel characters Captain America, Spider-Man and Iron Man, as well as Batman from the DC Comics camp. "I loved every minute making this cake, as I knew it would be something that people would be surprised at and appeal to all the Marvel fans!" Julia told The Huffington Post. In all, she spent 40 hours on the cake. It took 12 hours to make the sugar flowers, and the cake-baking and building took about 28 hours. Needless to say, Kia and Billy were thrilled with the finished product. "Julia did such a fantastic job and we were completely overwhelmed by how brilliant it looked!" the bride told HuffPost. "From most angles of the room, the cake looked like a traditional wedding cake -- just what we had wanted. It wasn't until the cake was moved for us to cut that our guests realized there was a hidden extra. Some didn't even realize until the photos went online after the wedding!" On Tuesday, a photo of the cake began going viral when it was shared by the Life Of Dad Facebook page. "I was surprised at how popular it was and how quickly the pictures circulated on social media," Julia said. "I have plenty more ideas to work on and I am calling these 'double-take cakes.'" read more:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-perth www.marieaustralia.com/white-formal-dresses
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
This Supremely Awesome Wedding Cake Will Make You Do A Double Take
They say marriage is all about compromise. If that's the case, newlyweds Kia Parsons and Billy Bunning are off to an excellent start. The UK couple had different visions when it came to their wedding cake; the bride wanted an all-white tiered cake with cascading sugar flowers. The groom, on the other hand, wanted to incorporate his love of comic book superheroes into the confection. So they met somewhere in the middle: Julia Baker of Tier by Tier cake design created the cake for the couple's August 14 wedding in Milton Keynes, England. One side is the traditional-looking cake the bride wanted. On the other side, icing curtains reveal the logos of Marvel characters Captain America, Spider-Man and Iron Man, as well as Batman from the DC Comics camp. "I loved every minute making this cake, as I knew it would be something that people would be surprised at and appeal to all the Marvel fans!" Julia told The Huffington Post. In all, she spent 40 hours on the cake. It took 12 hours to make the sugar flowers, and the cake-baking and building took about 28 hours. Needless to say, Kia and Billy were thrilled with the finished product. "Julia did such a fantastic job and we were completely overwhelmed by how brilliant it looked!" the bride told HuffPost. "From most angles of the room, the cake looked like a traditional wedding cake -- just what we had wanted. It wasn't until the cake was moved for us to cut that our guests realized there was a hidden extra. Some didn't even realize until the photos went online after the wedding!" On Tuesday, a photo of the cake began going viral when it was shared by the Life Of Dad Facebook page. "I was surprised at how popular it was and how quickly the pictures circulated on social media," Julia said. "I have plenty more ideas to work on and I am calling these 'double-take cakes.'" read more:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-perth www.marieaustralia.com/white-formal-dresses
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Ishq naam hai Tabahi ka Phir bhi chuna hai kaam Ruswai ka phir bhi chuna ishq main dard Hijar o firaq hai ye kam nai Harjai ka phir bhi chuna Aawazain kasti hai dunya Tahne deti hai nai harf Bhalai ka phir chuna bhala aisi bhi kia Majboori thi ANAYAT Jante hain hai safar Tanhai ka phi bhi Chuna
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Zarb e Ishq
Haqiqat hai yaqeen karlo, Men usko bhool kar khush *** “Muhabbat marr chuki hai ab, Men usko bhool kar khush *** “Badalti rut ki waja se tabyat, Kuch hai bojhal see…. “Yun mera haal na pocho, Men usko bhool kar khush *** “Tumhen kia weham hai kyn, Raat bhar milne nahi aaty.??? “Aye mere nennd ki paryon Men usko bhool kar khush *** “Udasi sary ghar men, Pheeli jati hai ghum bankar…. “Tum har dewaar par likhdo, Men usko bhool kar khush *** Translation to Malay Language Aku gembira untuk melupakanya Amanah ku ini adalah realitinya Dan aku gembira untuk melupakannya Cinta yang telah meningal dunia Dan aku gembira untuk melupakanya Translation to English: I am happy I am not sad to forget He is mine, that's reality and I am glad to forget it all The love has died and I am happy to forget it all
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
Men usko bhool kar khush ***
Ek rukha aasman ...ek pyasi jameen...esi hi kuch hamarI khaani.. Dooor h bhut..par nazro me basein.. Rutha ** ek to duja kaise hasse..!! Aankhe ** jab uski nam.. To bheege hum b hurdum.. Kosis bht ki nzre churane ki..par hum toh the Unke dil me phasse..!! Aankho se hi wo izhaar kr gye ..or hum sochte rhe ...unse khe kaise... !! Alag hme b kuch krna..tha...to kuch esa kia.. Maanga jo usne hath toh hmne <3 dil hi de dia !! Waqt b kitna bewafa h bin bole hi nikal.gya... Or wo ret ki trh meri muthhi se fisal gya..!! Wo sapna tha ya hqiqat BS m sochti rhti hu.. Uss hwa ka jhoka h wo..jiske sang m aaj b bahti hu !!!!
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Untitled
school ke pehle Din mile the, Rote Rote Sab aye the par tum has rahe the. Usi baat se rote rote me chup hua tha aur wahi se dosti ka pehla chapter shuru hua. Padhai ke chor Hum washroom Break ke bahane aadha lecture bunk Krte the. Break me 15 ki sandwich aur 10 ka juice aur kaha koi kharche the. 7 bje se pehle agr barish hogi to scl nhi jaenge aur usi ki chutti Milte hi barish me jam ke nahaenge . Result ke din kiska Kam ayega uspe shart lagti thi aur agr uska zada Aya to ye sochke bht phat ti thi. Mere saamne shart harke Jeet ta hmesha tu hi Tha , kuch nhi pada yr bolke topper banta tu hi Tha... Jhuta saala!!. Pehli baar kisi ldki ko dekhte dekhte tumne mujhe dekh Lia tha ,uske saamne usi ke Naam se chidane ka zimma tumne le Lia tha . Teacher ne jab daat ke bahar hmko khara Kia Tha , class room se zada bhr hmne seekh Lia tha. Aakhri baar jab aakhri din ham mile the kai wade hamne kr lie the. Par tab shuru Hui zindagi ki asli class, alg school me admission no same class.....are Koi naa alg school Hai to Kya hua har week Milte rhenge par Sach btae dost aur kitna khud ko dhakte rhenge . Pehle milke plan banate the ab Milne ka plan banta hai........in sab me kahi kho si gayi Hai hmari zindagi. Kaha Hai yr Mera vo school Wala dost kaha Hai.......
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
10th memories
Then there are those times you write Because otherwise the words will tear you up inside Like supercharged particles Of steam under pressure Or uranium reaching critical mass So you set to the task Grab pen and paper Or iPhone and browser And start uploading your sins onto clean white sheets Of loose leaf or LCD As if possessed by some other self Or non-self Itself a fountain of diction A percolation of syntax Bubbling up and out so as not to **** the messenger And lines flow Kia ora koutou katoa Nga hoa Me toku whanau My friends And family Be well See well through this life And her pitfalls Tall walls and Crash courses in experience Standard variance and deviation from the mean She can be mean She can be cruel and unkind sometimes But you’ll find rhymes to make lines line up like signs on the highway And find even in grief there is beauty Truth in pain Life in suffering There is no judgement inherent in these things and none at all other than that which we place upon them Negative or positive are uniquely human conditions Everything else just is It sits within itself Without apprehension of the fourth dimension Not beating up younger selves for poor decisions made by poorly equipped versions Nor fearing an abstract time hence From whence march our fears about death And a life well spent And incontinence And I think my phone bill is going to be massive And I think my 2 minutes is up And I think my 15 minutes is up Where was I again? Words have surfaced Simmered and settled down Beauty in the badness Truth in the madness Tiredness overtakes Like post coitus An **** of the monastic order Intellectual intercourses subsequent exhaustion And sleep calls ceaselessly As if nothing else mattress
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
Divine Write
Then there are those times you write Because otherwise the words will tear you up inside Like supercharged particles Of steam under pressure Or uranium reaching critical mass So you set to the task Grab pen and paper Or iPhone and browser And start uploading your sins onto clean white sheets Of loose leaf or LCD As if possessed by some other self Or non-self Itself a fountain of diction A percolation of syntax Bubbling up and out so as not to **** the messenger And lines flow Kia ora koutou katoa Nga hoa Me toku whanau My friends And family Be well See well through this life And her pitfalls Tall walls and Crash courses in experience Standard variance and deviation from the mean She can be mean She can be cruel and unkind sometimes But you’ll find rhymes to make lines line up like signs on the highway And find even in grief there is beauty Truth in pain Life in suffering There is no judgement inherent in these things and none at all other than that which we place upon them Negative or positive are uniquely human conditions Everything else just is It sits within itself Without apprehension of the fourth dimension Not beating up younger selves for poor decisions made by poorly equipped versions Nor fearing an abstract time hence From whence march our fears about death And a life well spent And incontinence And I think my phone bill is going to be massive And I think my 2 minutes is up And I think my 15 minutes is up Where was I again? Words have surfaced Simmered and settled down Beauty in the badness Truth in the madness Tiredness overtakes Like post coitus An **** of the monastic order Intellectual intercourses subsequent exhaustion And sleep calls ceaselessly As if nothing else mattress
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In second grade, we did an experiment with static electricity We rubbed balloons on our heads, & stuck them to walls & kissing you is kinda like that My hair stands on end, I get shocked when I touch things & I want to tell you stupid stuff like, kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding with my face at .5 miles an hour It's like being shot with a dart gun made of hummingbirds that shoots darts made of hummingbirds & your lips are so soft, I can't actually tell when we are touching, like braiding hair underwater, like napping under a blanket filled with rainbows & clouds, & your favorite books When you kiss me, the cartoon devil & angel on my shoulder climb into my ears, like all of my neurons, & start ******* on my brainsteam If you were a 300 pound professional weight lifter & if I were a Kia Sorento, you could drag me anywhere Kissing you is patient & impossibly slow, like peeling paint off the wall with glittery stickers, or cooking a turkey with a lighter You remind me of the time in second grade when Bethany Hopkirk called me a freak face & stabbed me in the arm with a pencil Cause kissing you is kinda like that, unhealthy & will probably result in disfigurement But baby, bring on the ****** scars & lead poisoning Cause when you kiss me, you are dangling me off a bridge by a belt You are the screen door of my childhood, all taste & swinging So full of holes you could never keep anything in You are every black eye, you're a semitruck & I'm a turtle with two broken legs, & a broken heart You are illegal fireworks falling down stairs together, driving on four flat tires, playing frisbee at night with a saw blade Kissing you is like falling out of a 37 story window, exploding into a cloud of robins & reappearing on the ground with my mouth full of feathers & when I can't kiss you, I try to find the static electricity in my apartment I dig around in light sockets, change lightbulbs with my teeth, & make out with the toaster & I know we've only been seeing eachother for a couple of weeks, But baby, when you kiss me, I can't remember my middle name, or which one is my left foot So come over tonight We'll shuffle around the apartment in our socks, & we'll let our lips drift toward each other, like tectonic plates made... out of kittens
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Thirty Two . Static Electricity
In second grade, we did an experiment with static electricity We rubbed balloons on our heads, & stuck them to walls & kissing you is kinda like that My hair stands on end, I get shocked when I touch things & I want to tell you stupid stuff like, kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding with my face at .5 miles an hour It's like being shot with a dart gun made of hummingbirds that shoots darts made of hummingbirds & your lips are so soft, I can't actually tell when we are touching, like braiding hair underwater, like napping under a blanket filled with rainbows & clouds, & your favorite books When you kiss me, the cartoon devil & angel on my shoulder climb into my ears, like all of my neurons, & start ******* on my brainsteam If you were a 300 pound professional weight lifter & if I were a Kia Sorento, you could drag me anywhere Kissing you is patient & impossibly slow, like peeling paint off the wall with glittery stickers, or cooking a turkey with a lighter You remind me of the time in second grade when Bethany Hopkirk called me a freak face & stabbed me in the arm with a pencil Cause kissing you is kinda like that, unhealthy & will probably result in disfigurement But baby, bring on the ****** scars & lead poisoning Cause when you kiss me, you are dangling me off a bridge by a belt You are the screen door of my childhood, all taste & swinging So full of holes you could never keep anything in You are every black eye, you're a semitruck & I'm a turtle with two broken legs, & a broken heart You are illegal fireworks falling down stairs together, driving on four flat tires, playing frisbee at night with a saw blade Kissing you is like falling out of a 37 story window, exploding into a cloud of robins & reappearing on the ground with my mouth full of feathers & when I can't kiss you, I try to find the static electricity in my apartment I dig around in light sockets, change lightbulbs with my teeth, & make out with the toaster & I know we've only been seeing eachother for a couple of weeks, But baby, when you kiss me, I can't remember my middle name, or which one is my left foot So come over tonight We'll shuffle around the apartment in our socks, & we'll let our lips drift toward each other, like tectonic plates made... out of kittens
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"MAIN" Akela jise subh kuch hai karna' "MAIN" gham muje khushiyon se tu bhar na' "MAIN" Maut mujhe Zindagi se hai larna' "MAIN" Samundar *** qatron se kia Darrna' Jese barsaat me Patjhar ka ** Jharna jese har raat ho yaadon se machalna Jese meri apni ** koi khud se he zid na Mujh me "MAIN" hai muje apni fikar na
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
"MAIN"
TERE DIL ME RAHNE KA SHAUK THA HAMEE BETAHASHA ; TERE SATH KII IS DIL KOO TALAB THI; TERE LABH SE KUD KA NAAM SUNNE KA ZID THA… TU ZINDAGI TOH PAHLE SEE THI MERI; AUR SHYAD AB ZEENE KA KARAN BHI HOO *** … CHAH KAR BHI TERE KARIB AANE SE DARTA HUU; DIN RAAT TUJHE SOCH KAR BHI LABH *** LANE SEE DARTA HUU; TIL TIL KAR TERE SATH KO MARTA HUU…. AUR KOI PUJHE TOH BAS, HAS KAR ITNA KAHTA HUU; WO EK MUSAFIR THI JISKI MANJIL MAI NAA THA ; WO EK CHAKOR THI JISKA CHAND MAI NAA THA; WO EK DARIYA THI JISKA SAHIL MAI NAA THA… EK BAR FIR SEE USKEE LIYE YEE DIL MACHAL RAHA HAI; FIR SEE NAYE SAPNE DEKHNE KOO YEE DIL MAR RAHA HAI ; KAISE SAMJHAUU IS NADAN PARINDEE KOO ; KII TUU EK BAR FIR TUTNE KI OOR BADH RAHA HAI…. WOO KAHTE THE IS JHUTE ISK KI BATEE NA KIA KARO; DIL TUMHARA HAMME CHOR KISI AUR KE LIYE BHI DHARKEGA ; KUCH DIN ME AASHIKI KA BHUKAR BHI SAR SEE UTREGA ; PAR AB KYA BATAE JANAB KOO , DEKHE UNHE TOH MANO EK ARSA SAA HOO GAYA; PAR AAJ BHI WOO HAR EK PAL ENN SANSOO ME RAVA HAI; AAJ BHI IS DIL ME BAS UNKI HI JAGAH HAI; UNKI YAD ME AAJ BHI RAATE KATHI HAI HAMARI; FARK BAS ITNA HAI HAMARI CHAHTE EK DUSRE SEE JUDAA HAI….
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
Mid-night thoughts
Vibrant are our colours We wear upon our sleeves Loud and proud thats who we are islanders from the south seas... we know who we are and where we come from Our parents taught us well I'm proud to say I'm PI decent as I wear Flowers in my hear KIA ORANA Hope all is well I'm so glad to met you just being me
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
PI (Pacific Islanders)
the miles between point a    and b are too many but as always, the race is on ...and oh, yes   i am in a race of my own creation brain calculates and recalculates eyes darting vehicles     sunlight road     mirror (is that an officer of the law?) i practice the smoothest curves    fluid motions but at the same time       sweet sassy maggy follow the rules don't forget the coffee for the love of god     make it to the one gas station by 7 for fuck's sake, get around the blue car    the black car the raggedy old truck         before the exit or you know you. are. ******* for. miles. for christ's sake, use all your ******* skill    to get a around a stupid slow truck farm equipment       or a semi before thou shall not pass   or you know your rage will be uncontrollable things are going well    you feel confident...you will be on time you are flying and no one can touch you    your driving is flawless        that crazy sun is shining           and the bass is vibrating your bones and then t i m e    s   l   o   w  s     as William H. Macy, you see it it's that ******* Kia Sportage adrenaline shoots into my veins   muscles tense and i slam into manual 4....3      take that!        woman cruising like you're on a lazy sunday drive           smoking a cigarette like it's 1950.          don't you know that i'm in a race,      and you are my nemesis?
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
That ****** Kia Sportage on 78
Gravity is a strong force pulling and pulling yet it manages to stay upright seems to be I am like an apple display stable to the eyes fragile in reality one false move causes everything to tumble down one apple at a time then all at once
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Apple Display by Kia C
what are these feelings i'm feeling? this rush of emotion clawing at my skin the excitement of it all sending me reeling down          down                    down                              to a spiral i cannot escape from                              is this love? lust? general trust?                              why does she make me act as so?                              the curve of her smile brings me                                                                                      down                                                                                               down                                                                                                       down                                                                                                                 to a                                                                                                             chasm                                                                                                               i care                                                                                                              not to                                                                                                             escape                                                                                                               from.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:31 PM UTC
"Self-discovery" -kia
what are these feelings i'm feeling? this rush of emotion clawing at my skin the excitement of it all sending me reeling down          down                    down                              to a spiral i cannot escape from                              is this love? lust? general trust?                              why does she make me act as so?                              the curve of her smile brings me                                                                                      down                                                                                               down                                                                                                       down                                                                                                                 to a                                                                                                             chasm                                                                                                               i care                                                                                                              not to                                                                                                             escape                                                                                                               from.
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My love, My lovely heart, It's okay to feel broken, It's okay. Kensui my dear heart. Kensui. My love, My lovely heart, I know you're strong, You are stronger than you think, I know you are. Kia Kaha my dear heart, Kia Kaha Be strong my lovely heart, you are beautiful, you have a lot of love, you never know the real meaning of tired, you never give up, you are full of hope, you will love them to eternity, you, my heart, keep on beating, keep on keeping me alive, keep on the beautiful rhythm, although sorrowfulness ambience interferes, my heart, keep on playing the beautiful rhythms, Akiramenaide my heart, Akiramenai. Oh my dear heart, there are millions of mile of life to go through yet, obstacles and hardship, those are the promises of God, likewise pure bliss and eternal happiness, afterlife we can't change that my dear heart, we can't, but we can be strong, Ganbatte my heart, Ganbatte.
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
A letter to my heart
in the interval when the ice cream lady came we bought Kia Ora and a box of Poppets I put my arm around her shoulders she said, it's not that cold, I was hot chewing poppets and when the movie started I tried to kiss her but only once, she told me that she'd tell and I would go to hell for it. Her name was Jacinta and we were at the Odeon the Odeon's gone now and Jacinta married Bob Shriver who drove for Amoco I remember her though very well.
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Nineteen hundred and sixty memories
i guess maybe the problem lies in the fact that my memories are so falibile, dizzying. i guess maybe the problem is that i’ve beaten this dead horse a million times already. i guess maybe the problem of finding an individual memory stems from the fact that you have always been sunshine to me. i can taste grape and feel like i’m choking, six pieces of gum and nothing but overwhelming laughing laughing laughing. i can feel the texture of letter tiles as we spell out nonsense, inside jokes inside our own bubble of comfort. there are stitches in my sides: you have always been my favorite, you know? “every day feels like summer with you,” stitches stitches in my sides, falling apart at the seams in the best way i’ve ever known. everything good is with you; every sunshine, warmth upon my skin, cloudless skies, they’re all you, laughing laughing laughing. i can hear the buzzing in my skin, the beehive sound of a tattoo gun inking your laughter into my collarbone. it’s sunny, red, a desert landscape that feels like home. i can taste apple soda out of a glass bottle, and it brings me to the cemetery across the street from the grocery store, feeling edgy in our private-school uniforms sitting on tombstones. other people, other friends. they’re there too, but right now all i can see is you: laughing, sunny, haloed. i can see the pedestal that you get put upon-- by me by me by me-- and then i open the door to your black kia soul and i can hear myself complaining about all the trash i have to move. you’re no helios, you’re not apollo. you’re just the memory of home, breathlessly grinning.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
january summer
i guess maybe the problem lies in the fact that my memories are so falibile, dizzying. i guess maybe the problem is that i’ve beaten this dead horse a million times already. i guess maybe the problem of finding an individual memory stems from the fact that you have always been sunshine to me. i can taste grape and feel like i’m choking, six pieces of gum and nothing but overwhelming laughing laughing laughing. i can feel the texture of letter tiles as we spell out nonsense, inside jokes inside our own bubble of comfort. there are stitches in my sides: you have always been my favorite, you know? “every day feels like summer with you,” stitches stitches in my sides, falling apart at the seams in the best way i’ve ever known. everything good is with you; every sunshine, warmth upon my skin, cloudless skies, they’re all you, laughing laughing laughing. i can hear the buzzing in my skin, the beehive sound of a tattoo gun inking your laughter into my collarbone. it’s sunny, red, a desert landscape that feels like home. i can taste apple soda out of a glass bottle, and it brings me to the cemetery across the street from the grocery store, feeling edgy in our private-school uniforms sitting on tombstones. other people, other friends. they’re there too, but right now all i can see is you: laughing, sunny, haloed. i can see the pedestal that you get put upon-- by me by me by me-- and then i open the door to your black kia soul and i can hear myself complaining about all the trash i have to move. you’re no helios, you’re not apollo. you’re just the memory of home, breathlessly grinning.
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How do we remember ...war, victorious! or lost... or oh, the cost... how do we remember ...battles the call!... the charge, or the silence ... the toll! how do we remember...soldiers, and when they are...older scarred but not forgotten, MIA, KIA after war after battles after soldiers honor, bravery, scarred, not scared loved, missed, by wives and mothers and all the others, this one battle "defined a nation" and at a cost of 10,000 men, who would soldier no more, but take postings to peoples memories once lives turned from war, and to war again and war again and to peace makers. Vimy - April 9 - 12, 1917
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
Vimy - April 9 - 12, 1917
Angaray, Shamma-n kay aagay Yun dikhtay hain, Jaisay shola bujh sa jayy kissi udaas shaam main Aur kuch nahin Yay ehsaas ki maut hai Jiss Kay Kafan main paiwasta chaid Najanay kuen sakoot orhay baithay hain..... Insaan ka wajood itna aarzi kuen hai Kay jab roay tou bulbulay ki manind phatt jay Aur jab ** saakan, tou kainaat naan chalay..... Kia karna aisay **** ka Jo khud ko jaga naan sakay Har simt hai bass hoo Haq hoo Ya hoo ka alam Har lafz main bass hoo.... Anbaar hai kay uthaya nahin jata Har baar sulaya nahin jata Bass chain aur roh ki ikk jang hai Aur uss jung ka haara ikk thakka insaan......
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Kafan ki maut.....