"mithi" poems
Lumipas ang labindalawang taon
Nang tayo'y huling nag-kasama
Ako'y nilayuan, iniwasan
Dahil akala mo ay gusto kita
Ngunit kaibigan lamang
Ang pag tinigin sa isa't isa
Oo't ikaw ang huwaran
Sa bawat lalaking hinangaan
Hindi nasagi sa isip kailan man
Na ang tunay na mithi ay ikaw pala
Kaya't siguro nga, tama ka
Tama na ikaw ay lumayo at lumisan
Ako'y umibig sa isang tsinito
At ika'y nabighani ng haponesa
Nagkaroon ng sariling mundo
Mga kasintahan ang siyang naging pruweba
Mula elementarya at kolehiyo
Patuloy akong umasa at nag tanto
Kung ang ating mga destino
Ay muling magtatagpo
Sa loob ng labindalawang taon
Ikaw ay may mahal paring iba
Malapit man sa'kin, ika'y malayo parin
O giliw, hanggang pangarap na lang ba?
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
Isang bagay,isang mithi na gusto ko
Mga bagay na ika'y magpapaligaya sa aking tuwina
Ngiti **** aking sinusulyapan
Pintig ng aking puso ikaw ang siyang hinahanap
Dalangin na kay tagal kang hinintay
Ngunit sa paglisan mo ako'y nalulumbay
Hayaan mo maiparating ang aking munting hiling
Pinapanalangin na ako'y mahalin
Kahit sa sandali'y ikaw ay mahalin
Lubos na dinadasal sa Maykapal
Na ika'y patnubayan
Mahalin mo ang sarili mo at maging masaya
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 7:17 AM UTC
Ang katotohana'y di ko batid kung paano ko susugatan itong papel
Kung aling sandata ba ang gagamitin, itong punyal ba o kaya'y baril
Mithi kong bawat panitik na bibitawa'y mapatakan ko ng sariling dugo
Dahil bawat papel na masusugata'y tiyak unti-unting hihilum sa puso kong bigo
Ang bawat isasalaysay ng taong malapit na sa kanyang dapit-hapon
Dadamhin alaala ng lumipas, na para lang itong naganap kahapon
Umaasang maaklat ninyo ang aral na nais ihatid
Pulutin ninyo ang ginto, ang bato'y iwanan sa sahig
Maraming salamat kung sakali mang makikilangoy kayo sa aking ilog
Kulay pula man ito'y lilikhain ko itong may kalakip na pag-irog
Mula sa susugatan kong papel magaganap ang lahat
Lapis na punyal at baril ko'y nakahanda nang gumawa ng aklat....
04-10-15
mysterious_aries
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
ek hawa ka jhonka aaya,
sang apne tere hone ka ehsaas laya,
chookar mujhe vo kuj is tarah,
laut gaya jaise k aakar tum chale jate **
ek hawa ka jhonka aaya,
sang apne teri khushboo laya,
mahkaya har taraf kuj is tarah,
k jaise tum pal bhar me mujhme sama jate **
aur fir se mujhse door chale jate **
ek hawa ka jhonka aaya,
sang apne kuj khatti mithi yaden laya,
thoda sa hansaya thoda sa rulaya,
kuj is tarh tumko mere paas bulaya,
jaise k pal bhar me tum mujhe apna bana k agle pal rooth jate **
aur thodi c khushi k baad gam mujhe de jate **
ek hawa ka jhinka aaya,
mujhe chookar vapas chala gaya,
kuj is tarah k jaise tum mujhse lipat jate **
sab kuj bhool jate **
mujhe pyar karte **
har khushi apni mujhme hi tarash lete **
aur fir vo waqt aata hai k door chale jate **
i love u
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
Ai Zindagi
Mujh Sai Khafaa Na Hauna |
Bas Thoda Sa Bhataak Gaya Hu
Yeh Lambhi Rahau Mai.
Kabhi Idhaar Chalaa
Tau Kabhi Udhaar
Mili Tau Bas Jalaan Aur Nafraat.
Kabhie Mithi Kanjaar Sai Vaar
Tau Kabhi Jhoota Sa Woh Pyaar.
Aab Jald Mai Wapaas Aa Raha Hu.
Khuch Aur Waq Intezaar Kar lai Tu.
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
I walked into my house,
expecting my senses to be aroused,
by the aroma of baking bread.
so it surprised me, when instead,
of having my senses tickled by,
the delicious scent of apple pie,
or the aroma of food in the making,
or rice on the stove and turkey baking,
I walked in, instead, to an awful smell,
the source of which I could not tell.
I ventured to the garbage bin,
to see if the source of the stench came from therein,
but the bin was empty and sans any stink,
so I walked over to the kitchen sink,
to inspect and see what it could be,
But sink was spotlessly clean,
glistening almost with silvery sheen.
So I went off to see if the food had gone bad,
food in the fridge, if I may add.
But the food looked splendid so to speak,
it clearly wasn’t causing the house to reek.
So what then, was casing my flat,
to smell of a dead rat?
The toilets was where I ventured next,
to see if my kids had left them wrecked,
But they were clean and pristine,
cleaner than my face has ever been.
So I checked the rooms, to see if I had forgotten,
an half eaten plate of food that had gone rotten.
But alas, the house, to my dismay,
resolutely refused to betray,
the source that caused my home,
to smell like a sewer, from cellar to dome.
Aghast and defeated I called out to my wife,
who is the Sherlock Holmes of my life,
"Oh dearest wife of mine,
there's a stink sending down my spine,
a nasty and distasteful shiver,
like I'm drowning in the Mithi river".
"I cannot stand to stay indoors,
inhaling this vile smell anymore"
"Darling" she said sounding like a lark,
"While the cause of the smell may appear mysterious and dark,
the matter is quite simple and plain,
this smell of which you complain,
is not of rotting eggs or meat,
it’s the smell you've bought in with your feet."
With that, out of the window, she tossed my shoes,
She would have tossed me instead if given to choose.
She then scrubbed my feet with sandpaper
and made me less hideous and more dapper.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
Malarosas **** labi't matamis **** ngiti,
Maari bang masilayan ko sa bawat sandali?
Ang sining ng kagandahan **** walang kapantay,
Maari bang pagmasdan ko habang buhay?
Sa bawat minuto, bawat sandali,
Makapiling ka o sinta ay ang aking mithi.
Kung maari maialay sayo ang tala at buwan,
Madama mo lang ang pag ibig ko sayong walang kariktan.
Walang hanggan, magpakailanman..
Sa pagsikat ng araw sa silangan at paglubog nito sa kanluran..
Sa isipan ko'y ikaw at ikaw lamang
Ang puso ko'y sayo't sayo lang ilalaan.
Malabis man hingin ka sa maykapal
Hindi mag aatubili pagkat ikaw ay aking mahal..
Na sana ikaw ang ulan ng langit at ako ang lupa ng mundo.
Mahulog ka man ay ako't ako ang siyang sasalo.
Ngunit kung hindi mo kaligayahan ay hindi ipagpipilitan,
Hindi dadamhin kahit iyo mang masaktan..
Mahal kita ibig ko lang iyong malaman..
Kahit pa itong sandali ay iyo ng paalam.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Nagbalik tanaw,
Hinalungkat ang nakaraan,
Mga 'storyang, lumitaw,
Binalot ng tawanan.
Ngunit ang mithi ko'y iiba,
Nais kong ika'y mas makilala,
Sapagkat ang alam ko sayo'y ang kaunti pa,
Ako nama'y pagbigyan mo, sige na.
Nagulat, di makapaniwala,
Bakit parang nagtutugma,
Ang ating mga storya,
Ang ating pagkabata.
S'an nga ba ako?
S'an ka naman ng mga panahong ito?
Hindi ba, tayo'y magkalayo?
Ni minsan, tayo ba noo'y nagtagpo?
At tayo'y nagbiruan pa,
Sabi natin ng patawa,
"Aba, baka ito'y tadhana",
Aba, sana nga.
Maalala pa kaya kita?
Ang tanong nating dalawa,
Tanong na may kaba,
Nagtatanong nang nag-aalala.
Aalahanin kita,
Ang sa aking bawat umaga,
Ang buwan sa aking gabi,
Ang mitsa ng aking mga minithi.
Ang sabi kong "una",
Una kong maaalala,
Una kong ipinagdasal,
Ang una kong minahal.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
there was no power
from my Mumbai hotel I
could see the stream of people
in the narrow street below
a cart carrying the dead listed
and nearly toppled over
the ox pulling it did not stop
dragging the askew carriage along
passersby steered clear of the primitive hearse
knowing it carried the curse, the fever felling the denizens
of this muggy megapolis
a plague harvesting souls
quicker than they could be burned
the Mithi was thick with their ashes,
diluted only by tears of the mourners
who harbored fears they would be next
I was there, a helpless healer;
a doctor turned detective, running
a race to find a cause, a miracle cure
all my potions impotent,
all my staring at slides a lesson
in limitations, ignorance--a discovery
of crawling creatures too miniscule
to be dissected, too beguiling to be
understood
my eyes were tired of looking
at the tiny death moguls and their victims
my ears weary of the entreaties for relief
from suffering
yet I stood and watched, one wagon
after another, carrying carrion for the pyres
I prayed the power would stay off,
for light would have shone on me:
a curious survivor, unworthy of whatever
grace kept me from the heaps of lifeless
limbs bound for the fires of the night
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
Hinahanap ang aking kinabibilangan
Sa mundong puno ng pag-aalinlangan
Pasya ko'ng itago ang aking pangalan
Sana'y inyong maunawaan
Kumusta ang pag-bati
Nawa'y dinggin ang aking mithi
Na tanggapin ang aking ngiti
At ang liham sana'y kumiliti
Sana nga'y ikaw'y napangiti
Nang liham ko kahit maiksi
Nais ko lang naman ibahagi
Ang laman ng isipang nakabibingi
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Mausam bsh aate jata h
Kbhi khusiyon ki bahaar lata h
to kabhi aanshuon ka sehelab
Kbhi mithi si muskaan
To kbhi udasiyon ka toofan
Jo saari khusiyon ko apne saath bha kr le jata h
Mausam to bsh bdlne ka naam hota h
Wo kbhi v smaan nhi rhta
Qki esh jagat ka ek maatr sch h bdlaao
Chahe wo bdlaao mausam ka ** waqt ka ** haalat ka ** taqdeer ka ** ya fir khudh insaan ka
Jese sardi k waqt kmbl ki garmi ka jarurat hota h
pr garmi K waqt wo jarurat bdl jata h
Tik wese hi insaano k mijaj m bdlaao aata h or unki soch m v
Jo waqt K saath nhi bdlte wo piche hi rh jaate h
Kehene ka arth bsh etna h badlaao zindagi ka mull aadhar h
Or mausam v usse pre nhi h
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
Ang Paa ko’y nakayapak----
Mithi’y matayog na pakpak.
Sadyang mainit ang sabak
Para sa’yo, pisong pilak!
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 11:09 PM UTC