"mela" poems
O Ganga!
You flow
Across the mighty
Mountains
O your youthful
Playful force
Making its way
Through the
Ancient boulders
Stream after stream
Joins you
To find its destiny
Happily
In your depths
To make you
O the vast Ganga we know
The Aryans found their
Abode on your banks
You saw the rise of Jainism
And Buddhism
O civilization
Not only flourished
But flowered
On your banks!
You've seen it all!
You travel down the Tehri dam
Across Rishikesh
And Haridwar
From the cow's mouth
O the Gomukh
Where your mother
Glacier Gangotri rests!
You enter the plains
Having crisscrossed
Roads many
And lives
Of many a being
Who consider you
As mother
Worship you
You bear their brunt also
Carrying heaps of
Garbage
You flow Kanpur
You see tanneries
And many more
You nourish them
Keep them running
But they end up
Slowing your run
You reach Allahabad
What's in a name
A tryst of cultures
O you have the
Gangs Jamuni doab
And Gangs jamuni tehzeeb!
Your sisters join you
And here at Prayag
You have Yamuna with you
O a mythical sister
Saraswati does find here way to you
They say
Life goes on on your ghats
As usual
People washing clothes
Themselves
And people offering
Flowers and performing
Rituals on your banks
O all but consider you
As an earthly mother
A heavenly gift
Just like Saraswati
You have your place in the scriptures as well!
You also
Flow out of mythology
Into our minds
O the mighty Shiva
Took you
In his mighty curls
Of hair
To allay your spirit
As you descended
Onto the Earth
To purge peoples
Lives
The Bhagiratha's
Penance you saw then
He got back his wish
Thousand brothers
They say
O you but still see
The Kumbh Mela(fair)
So many souls
You see the serenity
Of Varanasi
The beautiful spirituality
Of its
Ghats
O young wrestlers
Massaging before
The day's fight
Alongside
Seers in
Deep meditation
On your banks
O you have settled
This city
You flow across
Patna
The ancient
Pataliputra
Seen many imperial
Rise and falls
History echoes in you
You enter Bengal
The fertile
Gangetic plains
Bear testimony
To your gifts
With their lush green
And swaying fields
The Farakka barrage
Sees you in one of your
Giant avatars
You irrigate
And touch people!
You flow as the Padma in
Bangladesh
O you know
Two lands separated
By political shadows
You flow
As Bhagirathi
Hooghly
In Bengal
The rice bowl!
O your Ilish(Hilda)
People do relish
You flow graciously
Through
Flat extensive plains
Past Kolkata
The city of joy
And into the sea
At Gangasagar
Taking with you
So many memories
And promising
The continuity
Of your divine
Grace
O dear river,
You are Ganga!
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
Hiiiii....u knw what aaj ky hai....
aaj bhot special prsn ka bday hai...
meli bestieee.... kaaa
paglu ka
bhot special tu duffr mere lyee...
&
chalo kuch meethi meethi yaade yaad dilata hu...
apni....
yaaad hai jab humari fst tym baaat hui thi....wo cmnt k rply me
ladai se hui thi startng
ki pata tha itne impo ** jaynge ek dusre k lye
fr wo humara din bhar choti choti si baat pr ladna
manana
fr draaame dikhana ki tu lunch ni kalega to b ni kalungi....
tu gannna ...tu gannniii
hihihihihi
bhot misss krta hu m bo ladaiyaaa
punishment b inni pyali ki galti krne ka man kre
....
school se aate hi beg rakhne se phle....mobile on krna...
net on hone se phle whatsappp pr msz type krna....
agr ek mint b reply late hua to bawal ,machana...
fr shaq wali nigaaho se dekhnaaa.....
hihihi binna galti k es masssom bacheee se solly bulbana.....
pure pure din baat krke b pet ni bharta tha
deere deere baat krte krte special one bn gyi merelyee....
fr kisi se b baat ni kalta tha m
muujhe aaj b yaad hai wo din
8/4/1999 mela bday gifttt
maine tainu 1st tym dekha tha...
hihihihi...
apni yaari ese hi bni rahe hamesha....
bs yadi pray krni hai... mainu...rab se.....
i love u my....bestieee...... happy bday tooo.....uuuuuuuu...
ab bta babu ky gift chaahiye teko.
.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
Baarish ki boond
Aur tere aankhon me woh chand
Hasti ek pehchan
Gungunati pariyon ka mela
Aur mele me yeh dil akela
Dhoondhne laga
Sahi aur galat pata lekar
Mein lapata
Baarish ki boondein
Aaj phir oski yaad me
..
Dhoondta ek
gulab wali hansi ko
Aur woh aankhon me kaajal
...
Woh baatein
Woh barasate
Woh pal
Ban chuke hai
Beetein lamhein
..
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
These winter mornings make me miss you,
Your scent, your breath, how you always left me,
The pet names we called each other,
The small pieces of foreign languages we meant,
Your “Lo siento”s, your Elvish “I love you”s (‘Amin mela lle’),
The day of silence, I learned to sign my heart for you,
I learned so much through it all, my brain teemed,
But you only taught me how my pain was true.
(And how to kiss.)
Winter mornings without warmth.
A compass with no North.
11-12-13
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
baat wo jaani pehchaani thi,
school ki wo kahani thi.
subah uthke wo school ko jaana,
waha jate hi teacher ki daant khaana.
class mein chhup ke tiffin khaana,
or har galti par naya bahana.
class mein roz halla karana,
or galti khud ki pe dost ko fasana.
fir chup2 ke dost ko hasana,
usse kehna zara chehra toh dikhana.
pal haseen ye kahin gum se gaye,
ab hum sab alag hogye.
class wo humari ek kamra ban gyi,
or baatein humari yaadein ban gyi.
firse doston ka mela hum lagaynge,
par wo school ke din waaps na aynge.
Riya
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
Lascerò il momento per durare
nella tua eternità senza confini;
così io, ombra delicata e fiori
di velo ricoperti
tra marmi antichi e divorate chiome
svolgo il mio passo acceso alle veggenti
distese d'erba e anche al tuo passato,
uomo dei boschi, che mi sei sereno
quanto angosciata è la mia certa vita.
E lasciando le docili pasture
della ragione voglio smemorarmi
nei tuoi canti boschivi, sì che Amore
torni al mio seno e mi riaccolga intatta.
Forse tu mi hai sentito, quando ferma
nel sonno io gridavo il mio rancore
contro la vita, e certo mi hai chiamato
con lo strumento avido di suoni;
per questo, Pan, io vengo e nella corsa
perdo il mio velo e mi dimostro ignuda
nuda qual sono e non più giovinetta:
che amor mi morse dolce come mela,
e a me resta di un torsolo disfatto
l'amara meraviglia e la dolente
consunzione feroce dell'amore,
e che altri mi morda più assetato
che non Amore che mi toglie e mi tiene.
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I had to change my name on here because someone in my real life kept finding my poetry and reading it despite me kindly asking them to respect my privacy. My poems are my deepest and most personal thoughts. I write for me, in order to get my emotions out. It is an outlet for me. I don't necessarily want my friends and family seeing what I have to say. I appreciate all of the poets here and love the feedback from you all, so please don't think Peyton went away. She is just Mela now. Carmela is my grandmother's name:)
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Phir se boond
Phirne lagi
Tanhai ke agal bagal
Judaai...bin mile
..waqt e bandagi...
Jhalne lagi...nadiyon ki muskurahat
Rukne se bhi na ruke....
Na jane kyu nadiyaan jali?...
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
“Fairy, oh fairy, sing us a song!”
“Of what, my friends? We don’t have long.”
“Of the imp who longed to dance,
Who went astray
Who had a chance,
But had it taken away.”
“Ah, you speak of Mela, the imp with a dream.
She faded away before she was ever seen.
For the fairies ruled the lands,
And no imp could rise to a position of power,
Of grace,
Or of importance.
When Mela longed to dance, she was denied,
The right to be free was so close,
Yet so far.
She struck a deal with the Fairy Elder,
Promised him a year of service,
Of solitude and pain,
In exchange for a chance to dance.
The Elder agreed but secretly plotted,
He worked in secret and was never spotted.
He sent a young fairy to harm the imp,
To keep her from dancing,
To give her a limp.
When the time came to dance,
The fairy worked its magic.
It broke the imp’s wings
Which was something quite tragic.
The imp tried to dance but alas,
The time was gone.
She couldn’t do anything but sing a sad song,
Of the troubles she went through,
Of the pain that was caused.
Of the way she struggled just to be denied the chance of her lifetime.
So now I tell this story,
To you fairy boys and fairy girls,
Of an imp who dared to dream,
And of the fairies who were selfish enough to take it from her.”
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Sharaab e khat...
Khat e sharaab
Maikhane
Husn e mela
Hawa Hawaii
Aawargi hi awargi
Tanhai hi tanhai
Bewajah
wajah dhoondta
Jhilmil sitaron ki parchhai se
..
..
.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC