"kora" poems
Kagaz ki kashtiyon mein kai bar safar kar liya,
ab ek lambi udan bhar lene do.
Aj in bandhe hue pankhon ko khuli hava mein sans le lene do,
kyunki ab girne ka khauff nahin raha.
Daudne mein ab koi maza nahin hai,
kyunki yahan to hava jaise tham si gayi **
Ab rukne ka bilkul man nahin raha,
aj to toofanon mein sair karne lene do.
Dayron mein rehte hue adhi zindagi guzar gayi,
aj to un hadon ko par kar lene do.
Dar dar ke kab tak khamosh rahoge dost,
zameen par jeet jane mein kuch nahin rakha ,
aj to uchaiyon par jashn mana lene do.
Unke chale hue raston ko kai bar nap liya,
aj mujhe bhi apni pehchan bana lene do.
Kismat ka rona to sabhi rote hain,
aj mujhe bhi apne naseeb ka kora kagaz rang lene do.
Kabhi kabhi to man karta hai ki
un azad parindon ki tarah hava mein bas tairta hi reh jaoon.
Asan to kuch nahin par sochta *** ki
aj namumkin ko hi apna dost bana loon.
Kitabon ke panne kafi palat liye,
aj mujhe bhi do shabd likh lene do.
Hans lene do jinhe hansna hai mere in mazboot iradon par.
Kya samjhenege who is khuli udan ki masti ko,
jinhe kabhi bharosa nahin hua khud par,
aur hamesha rakha tha apne armanon ko pinjre mein kaid kar.
Khule asman mein aj ek bar ud lene do,
kya pata kal wahan bhi zaroorat se jyada bheed **
Kai dinon ke bad aj ek bar fir azad hone ka man kiya hai
Tod do in bediyon ko, kyunki aj ek lambi udaan bharne ka iraada hai
Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
Jab se tujhe dekha hain maine,
Teri hi khayalo me kho gya hoon,
Raton ki nind uda *** hain tere bina,
Main ab deewana sa ** gya hoon ......
Teri aankhon me ek nasha hain,
Teri har ek ada par
mera dil fida hain,
tere bina main
ek kora kagaj sa ** gya hoon,
main ab deewana sa ** gya hoon.....
tere chehre ki ye muskurahat
meri zindagi hain,
ab tujhse hi meri sari dilagi hain,
Har bar najane kyon teri or
khicha chala ja raha hoon,
main ab deewane sa ** gya hoon.....
Tujhe manga hain maine apne rab se,
dekha hain tujhe maine jab se,
ekpal tere bina ek saal samajh raha hoon,
main ab deewana sa ** gya hoon,
Main ab deewana sa ** gya hoon....
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
But Kora sat unmoving, in great magic.
The walls, her home, faded about her. Warmth
went; all alone and on a freezing plain,
dressed in a tunic, sharp knife in her belt,
bow on her shoulder, arrows in a quiver
behind. Her eyes gleamed; a pale cold light,
ˈlɪmpɪd ɪn ˈdʌlnəs
She looked around. Away, at vision’s limit,
a dark shape rose above the plain: a Tower,
the only thing in all this barren place:
no bird flew, no grass grew. Despite the wool
she shivered. Breath-clouds hung in the raw air,
ˈsləʊli dɪˈzɒlvɪŋ
Then in eye’s corner something moved. She turned
to gaze across the Waste and saw a Cloud.
Far, almost straight behind her as she faced
the Tower, it too reared up black and sheer.
Unlike the Tower, moving, whirling, wisps
trailing their tentacles around a core,
ˈtwɪstɪŋ ɪnˈseɪnli
The beginning of 'The Songstone" https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/174533
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 6:11 AM UTC
My little baby boy
Aqui estoy nunca me voy
You fill my heart with joy
Santiago mi hijo ese soy yo
If you need it te lo doy
No tengas miedo papas
I'm always with you dadas
Te cargo en mi kora
A toda hora mi alma te adora
No te pongas triste
Solo felicidad me traiste
No temas ni llores
Everything's gonna be fine
Bottom line yo no me venso
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
**i am a sorry sight for sure
heading for the grim shore
carrying nothing to show
for all my pain and labours
just a tiny frown on her brow
and i'm reduced to a wreck
just the suggestion of a smile
and i'm in heaven, that fabled
place of purest joy and ecstasy
she plays me like a kora, ethnic
and magical in its call and timbre
and i respond like a typical disciple
and say it is well even when i suffer loss**
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
We are full of it ,
the stain of corrupt stained. flesh ,
that should haunt our every being .
It is what we live with ,
and feed until like an unwanted guest
stares at us from the corner of a room
and fixes its eyes on us ,
helpless to its gaze .
It cusses and dam s us ,
Corodes us until its acid rain rust particles form .
It's. Rebellious Angels drag us down
to the way of Cain ,
Like The way of Kora we stand unflinching.
A spot on white gloss ,
like a muscle needs fibres to tear ,
Blood to pump ,
Oxygen to breath it is starved of such things .
A worm burrows through timber ,
as water seeps into wood ,
Is only fit for wood to be burnt ,
Set ablaze into the nights sky ,
and carbon fills the earth .
Like the toxins of cigarette smoke ,
Into lungs no longer fit to breath
It's like a ticking of a clock ,
Yet it bothers us not ,
Lot and Sodam understood it not ,
and death is its grim reaper ,
An olive branch is cut off ,
Thrown into the flame ,
Yet one cup can cleanse a dying soul
Never to be thrown into the fire .
Sin .
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Here lies the Lord's most beautiful pearls.
Bold like no other.
Unparalleled and unrivaled like the sweet sounds from the Kora.
Carved with the finest materials and left to settle on the 8th day of rest.
Mashallah, one of His best creations to date.
These are the pearls of Fouta Djallon.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC