"mehta" poems
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BusBusNYC (A Live Love Bus App)
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if you made it this far, so fare one,
be undressed with thyself and impressed as well,
for thou joints me in holy matrimony upon a living map
where our presences can meet
in virtual real time as if eye new what that meant
but that blue dot is where this body possessed can be located by the nearest satellite finger snaking down from the heavens to Cain mark my foreheads location,
just like on Game of Thrones
don't you desire me, or rather,
the knowledge of mine
whereabouts?
the who of me, that very useful information, can best be
seen moving crosstown on the M72,
which is a mythological bus for in twenty years eye never
seen it come, go, though all its stops clearly marked
see me moving in fits and spurts of bursts of movement,
leaping streets and avenues in a single
unbounded, unstoppable superbus leap
in a city of anonymity where all who walk it streets,
ride the tides of its buses,
all ask a single Job-like question,
regardless of age,
"I am desirable, do you want me?"
eye say the ayes have it,
no,
this is not a great poem
but!
this live bus map app is the dating site ever created by
geeky human cells
alll this virtual meeting possibly leading to coitus
with a stranger while Pandora serenades
with perfect synchronicity, playing and plying us with
Romance for a Violin and Orchestra in F Minor,
a combination musical **** work of
Dvorak-Mehta-Midori
this bus app is
the social media's most immediate,
so meet me on the bus
at Broadway and 86 Street
where our metro cards can be
merged and we will be recognized
as a legal couple(ing)
in the eyes of MTA,
a multi-state agency and be bound in bustrimony
(legally married when riding on a city bus, only)
jeez, a crazy poem, not just, not a good one
but a true tale from the one who rides the buses and only
alights and delights with regaling tales and tellings
of love sortie sorrow maybe tomorrow the busbusNYC
app wil apply itself a smidgen better and
let me love you even with
a good under the hood
bus poem
but!
someday we will,
this, thy poet,
who does desire youalone,
will hijack you and a NYC bus,
and visit the poets from India and
the Great Northwest
won't that be a fabulous poem!
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC
I can't comprehend
There is no Compliment
To say what I meant
You are a wonderful Friend
You are Young
And Always having Fun
Yet, you still make Time for Someone
You make me Stun
You don't find
People that are Shined
And are smart in the Mind
You are one of a Kind
This may be Cliché
But you deserve today
Have the happiest Birthday
—Maunas Mehta
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 1:58 PM UTC
It's the tactical brilliance of the Boss that makes the opposition bite the dust....
Not 'money', not 'Fame'; for him Club's loyalty comes first!
Such is his greatness; for all ''Arsenal'' fans one chant is a must,
Always +forever ''IN ARSENE WE TRUST''
Great to watch Van Persie follow the footsteps of a legend and a true champ.....
Definitely having a Dutch connection; he is Arsenal's future ''Bergkamp''
Defenders you never let him go; never set him free
Making you pay big time; a legend & king of ''Highbury''
The former Jersey no.14 & the name is ''Thierry Henry''!!
Replacing the impeccable ''Vieira'', the Club has a new hero
Clever & ''Fab'' captain; the king of ''San Siro''
We may be half the age; we may be half the size,
With tremendous hard work above all we rise,
Behind our great success a huge secret lies...
It's the hard work of the support staff & ''Arsenal legend'' Pat Rice!
Passing, passing & passing until the opposition dies...
Our strikers on a rout; opposition defender cries,
Then into the empty net the 27 inch ball flies!!!
With such ''Classy'' talent we can fly high in the sky.......
Each & every member will give it a very best try
We pray to the Lord that the ''BOSS'' will never say bye
As for ''ME'', I will be a ******** ''GUNNER'' till I die!
By A huge supporter Jigar Mehta
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
All credits for this poem go to my friend, Shuchita Mehta; who I hope now has confidence in her writing. :)
Every single day of my life,
Has been spent in silence.
This has become a routine for me.
A routine which I never wanted;
A routine where
Without speaking a word,
My loved ones are hurt;
A routine which makes me feel miserable.
Silence: I hate you!
We both don't get along that well,
I hate you because you make yourself available,
Everytime.
I hate you because you comfort ego;
I hate you because without you,
So many problems could be sorted;
I hate you because you depress me;
I hate you-
For you have compelled me to write about you,
And not speak.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
Oye सुन! बचपन से ही तेरा और मेरा ये रिश्ता बहुत ही अनोखा और चटपटा रहा है, अन्य सभी रिश्तो से बढ़कर क्योंकि बचपन हम दोनों के बीच में हमेशा नोकझोंक होती रहती, लेकिन बड़े होने पर मुझे ससुराल भेज दिया…
अब हम दोनों अलग हो गये हैं….
क्या हम दोबारा से उन पलों यादगार बनाए,
जब मेरा हक तुम पे ज्यादा होता….
भाई तू Mehta की जान है
मेरा पहला - पहला प्यार है तू, मेरी खुशियों से भरा संसार है तू,
सदा खुश रहना तू,
क्योंकि मेरी खुशियों का राज है तू,
तू सिर्फ मेरे भाई नहीं हम तीनों बहनों की जान है ।
माँ की आँखों का तारा ही नहीं बल्कि उनका गुरूर है तू
Oye सुन ! तू भी कितना अजीब है पर मेरे दिल के करीब है,
क्यों इतना khadoos बनता है तू ?
भाई तू Mehta की जान है, मेरा प्यारा भाई है तू,
मुझ से छोटा है तू पर बातें ऐसे करता है जैसे मेरे से बडा है तू …
लेकिन तुम रिश्ते यूँ निभाते रहना,
हम तीनों बहनों के संग तू हमेशा रहना,
चाहे दुःख हो या सुख हो तू हमेशा हमारी हिम्मत बने रहना….
भाई तू Mehta की जान है
मेरा तेरा रिश्ता भाई - बहन का बहुत ही प्यारा है
सबसे अलग सबसे अनोखा सबसे प्यारा है तू...
कभी खट्टा, कभी मीठा ये रिश्ता है हमारा कभी रूठना, कभी मनाना,
कभी झगड़ा, कभी रोना,
भाई तू Mehta की जान है…
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC