"lamba" poems - Hello Poetry

Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha teri shetaniyon ka manzar tha Jaha pyar ka samndar tha Jaha thak kar sona ata tha Jaha har kona muskurata tha Jaha beeta har din yadgaar tha Jaha ka har pal suhana khwab tha Aa laut chalein apne ghar ab bht taay kar liya yeh safar jaha khul kar tu bhi hansti thi jaha muskura mein bhi leta tha jaha teri badmashiyo mein bacha me bhi bann leta tha jaha naachti tu thi aur jhumta me tha jaha bachon si ladhai aur dil ka mehal tha jaha na kabhi dur hone ka dar na adhuri koi aas thi jaha sath beshumar tha aur poori har saans thi jaha rote rote hans dete the hum na koi fikar ki bat thi jaha ghanton batein karte the hum ghadi ki sui na humare sath thi Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha tera kam se ana tha Phr mujhko gale lagana tha Jaha teri bematlab ki baton me Mera kahn gum hojana tha jaha har sapna jee rahe the hum jaha nahi thi kisi ki koi sharam jaha dikhawa koso tak na tha har jagah tha bass pagal pan Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar jaha jhagde bhi suljhe se the jaha ansun bhi uljhe se the jaha hothon pe muskan bhi thi jaha ankhein kuch naadan bhi thi jaha nanhe kadmon ki awaz bhi thi jaha lori ki chankar bhi thi jaha ghungru si tumari payal bhi thi jaha kangan ki awaz bhi thi jaha hansta hua tera chehra bhi tha jaha ghurti meri ankhein bhi thi jaha band woh darwaze bhi the jaha do **** ek jaan bhi the Aa laut chalein na apne ghar waqai bht lamba ** gaya yeh safar.... waqai bht lamba hogaya yeh safar..!!! ..

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC

sakshi-goyal

Aa ab Laut chalein apne ghar...!!

Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha teri shetaniyon ka manzar tha Jaha pyar ka samndar tha Jaha thak kar sona ata tha Jaha har kona muskurata tha Jaha beeta har din yadgaar tha Jaha ka har pal suhana khwab tha Aa laut chalein apne ghar ab bht taay kar liya yeh safar jaha khul kar tu bhi hansti thi jaha muskura mein bhi leta tha jaha teri badmashiyo mein bacha me bhi bann leta tha jaha naachti tu thi aur jhumta me tha jaha bachon si ladhai aur dil ka mehal tha jaha na kabhi dur hone ka dar na adhuri koi aas thi jaha sath beshumar tha aur poori har saans thi jaha rote rote hans dete the hum na koi fikar ki bat thi jaha ghanton batein karte the hum ghadi ki sui na humare sath thi Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha tera kam se ana tha Phr mujhko gale lagana tha Jaha teri bematlab ki baton me Mera kahn gum hojana tha jaha har sapna jee rahe the hum jaha nahi thi kisi ki koi sharam jaha dikhawa koso tak na tha har jagah tha bass pagal pan Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar jaha jhagde bhi suljhe se the jaha ansun bhi uljhe se the jaha hothon pe muskan bhi thi jaha ankhein kuch naadan bhi thi jaha nanhe kadmon ki awaz bhi thi jaha lori ki chankar bhi thi jaha ghungru si tumari payal bhi thi jaha kangan ki awaz bhi thi jaha hansta hua tera chehra bhi tha jaha ghurti meri ankhein bhi thi jaha band woh darwaze bhi the jaha do **** ek jaan bhi the Aa laut chalein na apne ghar waqai bht lamba ** gaya yeh safar.... waqai bht lamba hogaya yeh safar..!!! ..

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Zamana ** gea maa ke hath ki roti kahye ko, Or log kehte he ki abji bahut lamba safar tai karna he..

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC

white-magic

Untitled

Zamana ** gea maa ke hath ki roti kahye ko, Or log kehte he ki abji bahut lamba safar tai karna he..

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The inverse of lamba squared is ten thousand to the power of the heist Your Presence has premiere rhythm; Substitute halving my health Estuary bearing burden standing true grit Loaded dice humanity Undertaken uneath forsaken aether Fluoridated month Perfect posse palpitating puncture buck shot Higher than an ambush ambassador Ceasing the sky fills wounded knee high to smokescreen rising Picking golden stunning silence Mesmerizing Ocean wind wild card crying colour All I want is form, yew grows always happy Death defying lateral trial Destiny Timings Legendary League of Ten thousand feet Emissary Ameliorate Stark inebriety phantoms fathom cat and mouse Sanctuary in Sensory Hustle bustle Gravity’s Blasting Muscle Pulses Corpuscles To Alleviate Spiraling Carcass harness the sieve erase the harvest remove the artist’s grin Smirk at Graves and hunt their Twisted Fates

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Jan 12, 2016

Jan 12, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC

sean-cason

The twists of Fates and Graves

The inverse of lamba squared is ten thousand to the power of the heist Your Presence has premiere rhythm; Substitute halving my health Estuary bearing burden standing true grit Loaded dice humanity Undertaken uneath forsaken aether Fluoridated month Perfect posse palpitating puncture buck shot Higher than an ambush ambassador Ceasing the sky fills wounded knee high to smokescreen rising Picking golden stunning silence Mesmerizing Ocean wind wild card crying colour All I want is form, yew grows always happy Death defying lateral trial Destiny Timings Legendary League of Ten thousand feet Emissary Ameliorate Stark inebriety phantoms fathom cat and mouse Sanctuary in Sensory Hustle bustle Gravity’s Blasting Muscle Pulses Corpuscles To Alleviate Spiraling Carcass harness the sieve erase the harvest remove the artist’s grin Smirk at Graves and hunt their Twisted Fates

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I am from books. From stain remover and paper towels. From the “golf course lawn.” (Perfectly manicured, not a blade out of place.) I am from forget-me-nots. From the olive trees and oleander bushes. The poisonous green leaves, And the fruit ripe for painting. I am from themed Christmas trees and chilli on Halloween. From Nina and Dulce. I am from eating dinner in the living room, Making nicknames for television characters, And waking up to shower and go back to sleep for a while. I am from “one bite, one bite” and “Yellow Submarine.” From a new color for Lamba on Easter. From Walnut Creek and Europe. I am from lentil loaf and sausage casserole. From mango juice on the hallway carpet, poured out thick and pulpy with a wet “thump”. A box of great grandma’s jewelry, Sitting atop my dresser, Waiting to be worn out on the town once again.

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

lucyjaneemerson

I Am From

I am from books. From stain remover and paper towels. From the “golf course lawn.” (Perfectly manicured, not a blade out of place.) I am from forget-me-nots. From the olive trees and oleander bushes. The poisonous green leaves, And the fruit ripe for painting. I am from themed Christmas trees and chilli on Halloween. From Nina and Dulce. I am from eating dinner in the living room, Making nicknames for television characters, And waking up to shower and go back to sleep for a while. I am from “one bite, one bite” and “Yellow Submarine.” From a new color for Lamba on Easter. From Walnut Creek and Europe. I am from lentil loaf and sausage casserole. From mango juice on the hallway carpet, poured out thick and pulpy with a wet “thump”. A box of great grandma’s jewelry, Sitting atop my dresser, Waiting to be worn out on the town once again.

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Humse manga hota, Itihas main kya rakha hay, Shuruat kahaniyoon ki, Hum se hi hui thi. Kuch kahaniyaan shabdoon main kaid hui, Aur kuch *** leheron main phass Jab sagar bhi hum, kinara bhi hum Unki mulkaat, hum se hi hui thi. Humse na mile toh kya dekha, Tum raahi ** hai raasta lamba, Inn raston ki hadd ka andaza Hum se shuru aur khattam bhi hum pe hui thi.

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Jun 13, 2019

Jun 13, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC

siddharth-ray

Kinaara (Beach)

Humse manga hota, Itihas main kya rakha hay, Shuruat kahaniyoon ki, Hum se hi hui thi. Kuch kahaniyaan shabdoon main kaid hui, Aur kuch *** leheron main phass Jab sagar bhi hum, kinara bhi hum Unki mulkaat, hum se hi hui thi. Humse na mile toh kya dekha, Tum raahi ** hai raasta lamba, Inn raston ki hadd ka andaza Hum se shuru aur khattam bhi hum pe hui thi.

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