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Snigdha Banerjee Aug 2016
(Let them see the world)
Dekho Manhooos Paida Hui Hai
Sabke Chehere Pe Maatam Chaa Gaya
Aur Betii Bojh Ban Gayi

Bojh Shayad Kuch Kam Hua Tha
Jab Iskaa Ek Chotaa Bhaii Hua Tha

Par Shayad Kabse Sach Hua Tha
Simaat Gayi Akelepan Mein

Baith Baith Ke Sapne Bunti
Raat Ko Voh Taare Gintii

Gintii?
Gintii Toh Mujko Aati Nahi

Baabujii Ne School Nahi Bheja Mujko
Betii Hoon Naah? !!

Aaj Veera Aayega Toh Ussey Kahungi
Gintii Sikhaa De. :')
Taaare Ginne Hai Mujko

Betii Honaaa Paap Hai
Betii Toh Bojh Hotii Hai Naah
Papa Bhi Yahii Kehete Hai

Solaah (16) Saal Kii Umaar Me
Voh Laal Jodaa Mujhpe Bojh Ban Gaya
Aur Baabuji Kaa Bojh Shayad Kuch Halkaa ** Gaya
Ispe Kayi Sitaare Lage The
Aur Muje Abbhi Gintii Nai Aatii Thi

Dekho Manhoos Paida Hui Hai
Mai Manhoos Banke Reh Gayi
Sabke Chehere Pe Muskaan Thi Aaj
Aur Beti Bojh Banke Reh Gaayi.
This is a poem about all those daughters who are still considered as a burden a bane.
ACCEPT THEM WITH SMILES
THEY AREN'T BURDENS
A MOTHERS SMILE HELP YOU GROW
A SISTERS SMILE NEVER LETS YOUR SMILE FADE AWAY
A DAUGHTERS SMILE KEEPS YOU YOUNG
JAMIL HUSSAIN Oct 2016
Jis Ki Janib Woh Nazar Apni Uttha Lete Hain
Uss Ki Soyee Hui Taqdeer Jaga Dete Hain

Towards whom they raise their glance
His resting destiny they awaken in a trance


Teri Duzdeeda Nigahon Ko Dua Dete Hain
Jitne Chubte Hain Yeh Teer Utna Maza Dete Hain

For your peeking gazes, I pray
The more these arrows wound, the more delighted I lay


Jab Se Dekha Hai Unhein Apna Mujhe Hosh Nahin
Jane Kya Cheez Woh Nazroon Se Pila Dete Hain

Ever since them I saw, senseless I have become
What they pour from their glances, a mystery it has become


Takht Kya Cheez Hai Aur Laal-o-Jawahir Kya Hai
Ishq Wale To Khudai Bhi Loota Dete Hain

What is a throne and what are lustrous jewels?
Lovers surrender divinity against the rules


Aik Din Aisa Bhi Ata Hai Mohabbat Mein Zaroor
Khud Ko Ghabra Ke Naqab Apna Uttah Lete Hain

There is one such moment in love, indeed!
With nervousness, they raise their veil


Apni Barbadi Pe Khush Hoon Yeh Suna Hai Jabse
Woh Jisse Apna Samajhte Hain Mitta Dete Hain

Happy with my own ruin I am, ever since I have learned
Who they consider their own, obliterated have turned


Apne Daman Ko Zara Aap Bacha Kar Rakhna
Sakhat Aahon Se Bhi Hum Aag Laga Dete Hain

Your own hem a little, you save and claim
With deep sighs, we set the fire aflame


Jis Ki Janib Woh Nazar Apni Uttha Lete Hain
Uss Ki Soyee Hui Taqdeer Jaga Dete Hain*

Towards whom they raise their glance
His resting destiny they awaken in a trance


— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
charmaine May 2014
It hurts.
I'm hurting so bad.
I want to cut the pain away.
It will stay as long as I live,
and I don't plan to live long.
This is not my suicide note,
this is my pain.
and I don't know if it'll ever go away.
maybe I like it,
maybe it keeps me sane,
maybe it keeps me strong,
maybe it makes me weak.
sigh.
Àŧùl Jan 2018
If Superman farts
And
His cape is set afloat
Then it is appropriate
For Indians to sing
The retro Bollywood
Peppy number:
"Hawa Mein Udta Jaaye
Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka
** Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka!
** Ji! ** Ji!"


As the song means:
*"It flutters in the wind,
Your red muslin scarf,
Oh your red muslin scarf!
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!"
Inspired by an Indian Hindi language joke

My HP Poem #1695
©Atul Kaushal
Juwayriya Sep 2021
Khwaab dekho.
Khuli aankhon se ya band, fark nahin.

Khwaab humein kahan se kahan leja chhodti hai.
Jo kabhi dekha nahin woh dikha deti hai.
Jis cheez ko kabhi chhua na **, use bhi mehsoos karwa deti hai.

Kabhi paseene mein bheega jagaati hai,
toh kabhi apni ulfat se gaalon ko laal kar deti hai.

Cheekh kar uthaa hai koi toh koi muskuraate.

Koi toh khatam hone ka naam nahin leta.
Kisi ke beech mein kat jaane ka gila hai rehta.

Mujhe toh hamesha khatam hone ka intezaar hi raha ------ uske aane tak.
Bura dekha, bura jaana, bure ne ghere rakha ab tak.

Mein ne seene par sar rakha,
phir usne mere haath par apna bada magar narm haath rakha.

Usko meri nazuk lambi ungliyon se khelna achha laga.
Mujhe mohabbat jatane ka yeh tareeqa uska achha laga.

Aankh khuli.

Pehli dafa kaanp kar nahin sharmakar jagi.
Sukoon toh tha.
Par gila bhi raha.
Phir socha,
khwaab itne bhi bure nahin.

Toh khwaab dekho.
Kuch rehne do.
Kuch poore karo.
Ve tu ta soch vi ni sakda,
Ki kinna pyaar kardi haa.

Mahiya mere jaan hai tu meri,
Mai sirf haa teri sirf teri.

Teri je na hoyi kade kisi di ni hona,
Tere bina assi el pal vi ni jiyona.

Tu hove jado mere naal hove bahaar,
Tere bin eho ji zindagi vi bekaar

Ankha kholla te tu samne hove,
Tere ch vasdeya mera khuda ve.

Tere naal meri rooh rang di,
Taitho mai tainu hi mangdi.

Chal assi ek sohni duniya vasaiye,
Tu hai meri taaqat mere mahiye.

Jiyona marna hai naal tere,
Teri dadhkan hai saddi saans sajna mere.

Mai rabb nu vekheya nahi aye,
Mere layi khuda tu hi ve.

Mai kinna tenu chauhni mai,
Eh baya mai kar sakdi nai.

Har saah te sajna naam tera,
Jado jud jave tere naal naam mera.

Zindagi da sab tou sohna din ve,
Mainu le jaye doli ch jaan meriye.

Hathha ch mehndi hove tere naam di,
Ghodi leke aaye le jawe sajni aapdi.

Paira ch jhanjhar chan chan chanakdi,
Laal jode ch dulhan ohdi pari lagdi.

Mere sohneya teri jaan tenu yaad kardi,
Meri ankhiyan sirf tehnu labhdi.

Supna banke mil jaunda hai raatan nu,
Ardaas kardi mai khush rawe har vele tu.

Mere hathhan di khushbu tere hathhan ch,
Ja milau os rabb ne sohne lekh injh.

Is zindagi ch jiyone jinne saah sajna,
Tere naal hi leni kardi sajda.

Seene naal laake har lenda har dukh,
Tere hisse ch karde rabb mere har sukh.

Har janam mai tere naam kar deya.
Saaha tou piyareya hai mera mahiya.

Rabb tou pehle tera zikar aunda ve,
Chand naal chandni raat naal taare.

Pta ni lageya tere naal dil laa baithhe,
Sacchiyan mohabbatan assi tere naal karde.

Preeta suchiyan ne,
Tenu har gal dasange.

Tere karke hi haa jiyondi,
Tenu hi har vele os rabb tou mangdi.

Rabb ne milaiya jodiya,
Tere naal hi hasdi teri mahiya.
Aaj Krishna khelat hori
Aaj krisna!
Dekho gopikaon ki chaal
Phenkat nandlal
Pe gulaal!
Gori radhika ke gaal
Aur balkrishna ka kapaal
Donon hi to range Hain
Laal prem ka gulaal
Aaja balika
Khelein hum daar daar pe
Phuloon ki bahaar
Rang sabke dwaar
Aanand ki bauchhar!
Aaj bajti hai
Rangon ki malhar
Are Holi hai
Mere dwaar!
Causticji May 2015
Fluff and puff,
water plugs,
power plants,
paper over eyesores,
paint it matte,
pink as salmon,
pack the homeless
into the Bird's Nest,
ghettoise Moses,
bleed the Amazon
down to size,
moor the battleships
to Yamuna Bank,
let white elephants
run riot on warm Black ice
over those who won't
play ball in our
electric garden
free your head
from the rails
for what?
roti kapda makaan
or BSP ki maya?
be buried or a sport
let laal battis through
ab bus, stop
blaming it on Rio
don't you know
how India shone
in October 2010,
or that Russians love
their children too?
So what if they don't
believe in modern love?
Potemkin villages are
built brick by brick
by BRICS,
Red, Yellow, Orange
kilned to Black.
Eventiasis. Eventism. What's in a name? The fact is, these major sporting events are bleeding the developing countries dry while killing the world in the bargain.
Makhfi Jun 2018
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
LLZ Oct 2020
Toh Kya hua ,
Pehenti hu Mei jeans top ya short skirt koi,
Par sabhayta dupatte Vali h ,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Mana ki pasand h mujhe,
Pizza aur burger khana ,
Par maa ke hath se bani chule ki roti bhi pyaar se khane Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Ha hu Mei todi ghamandi aur batameez,
Lekin choto se pyaar ,
Bado ka samman karne Vali hu ,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu

Nahi sajana maang Mei laal rang koi,
Nahi bandhna Gale Mei kala sutra koi
Ab apne swabhimaan aur aajadi ki or kadam badane Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Hath badane valo se,
Hath milane Vali hu,
Buri nazar se dekhne valo ko,
Unhi ke nazaro Mei girane Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu.

Batameezi Kar Jaye gar koi mujhse,
Toh madat ki guhar nahi ,
Muh tod javab Dene Vali hu,
Ha Mei ladki seher ki rehne Vali hu!
City girl😊
sushii Aug 2018
red
i remember something strange from last night.

red
soaked into my skin and
flowed through me.

the sound of rouge
was the only thing my ears could hear.

the taste of aka
filled my mouth.

rojo
was the only image that my eyes perceived.

the loving touch of laal
caressed my skin.

but then,
i remember the beautiful image of rouge
twisting
turning
and morphing
into something otherworldly.

suddenly,
the horrid smell of rojo
pervaded my senses and
took hold of my sinuses.

the brutality of laal
scraped deep lines into my skin.

the hot aka
leaked out from the lines,
and
flooded the floor.

and soon
my eyes were blinded by
the curtain of red.


and when i woke up,

i was laying in a pool of rouge.



now, i look back and
try to recall
if it was just a twisted dream
that one sees
before their last scream.

— The End —