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"koon" poems
ANDEHRA BAHUT GEHRA THA........... chandani bhi thi...kuch sitare bhi the..par na jane kyu  ...Andehra bahut gehra tha Madhushala damak rahi thi andhe musafiron ki pukaar mein..par aawaz mein prem nahi tha bass thi do pal ke sukh ki duhai... soot boot wale bhi aa rahe aur gir pad ke jaa rahe.. kuch motor pe aye the ussi par chale gaye.... andhe  thee sab shayad...ya roshini ne andere ko chupa diya tha....kyki meine dekha tha...andehra bahut gehra tha.                 madushala ke deewar ke par ek baachi roo rahi thi vo zindagi ki bhik mang rahi thi na jane usne koon sa dukh dekha tha.....uski aanke laal aur maan bhari saa lag raha tha Na vo matvale dekh paye na hum madhosh sunn paye uski pukar kyuki.... andehra bahut gehra tha do matwalone uuse paise de chale..par kya vo uska guzara tha kyuki sooch ke dekhiye andehri raat madhushala ke par vo baachi akeli thi vo madhushala abhi bhi khadi hai..hamare dilo mein shayad humne uska bachpan chiina shayad vo andehra uske dukh ko chipa raha thi vo raaat bahut kali thi..hawa matwali thi...uss raat aur anne wali raat andehra bahut gehra tha
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
Andehra bahut gehra tha
This love is going to **** me, Each remembered kiss, a slice to my heart, drawing rivers of words, to exsanguinate on pages upon pages of never-ending, ending. Love bleeds like a sorrowful spring and yet I keep defending, defending. Tonight is a night to embrace the lover to rattle our shells from our ocean's echo and stir like soul winds wound in contrapposto... An inhale cedes In a sigh sweet staccato. Within the offset sheets of folded rose skin cured as parchment, pages to be opened A torch cast shadows on the hearts wall The rose is illuminated by and all born from the light of creation. Impregnated by dew, grape swells to a drop to burst and roll down the blade of the vintner's sword into the goblet O tiny red ocean, O fermentation release me now, the ransom is paid. He said I've plucked many roses from countless bushes Placed them in fine crystal vases. But you are a garden and I, to die, have been placed within you, In placeless places. This one catches flight on another's breeze so many cross winds to the sea This one leather, that one caramel to be brindle, to be softened Kun faya koon, kun faya koon Be, so it is to be. Oh God, I hate this distance, that keeps my mouth watering. Watering for Thee.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
This Love Is Going to **** Me
Mr. Koon, what a loon What you taught us last June Will be forgotten soon Most probably by noon
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Mr. Koon