Yaha Maa beti behan patni parivaar ki Shaan h...
Ha ye Mera ni hamara hindustan h..
Yaha Har muskilo ka Hal nhii...
Par Har javaab Geeta, Bibal, aur kuraan h...
Yaha beta aur beti dono parivaar ki Shaan h..
Ha ye Mera nhii hamara hindustan h..
Jahan Har muskilo mein apno ka saath h..
Bacho k sir par Maa baap ka haath h..
Yaha beta Maa ki aur beti Papa ki jaan h..
Ha ye Mera nii hamara hindustan h..
Jahan alag alag bhashao ka Mel h hockey yaha ka priy khel h
.
Jhagde bahot h par usse jyada pyaar h...
Daat padne se jo bachae vo yaaro ka yaar h....
Yahan alag alag desho ki mithas aur sanskaar h...
Yahan alag alag desho ka rang punjab kashmir aur rajasthan h...
Ha hme garv h is desh par qki ye Mera nhii hamara hindustan h....

I was asking around for poem ideas, and one of my friends told me to write about past relationships. I was looking through an old box of notes and cards and stuff that I still have, and this poem just kind of bubbled up inside of me. I'm not sure that I like it, I was just kind of writing to write and then FEELS.



When I was young
and my family told me boys (or girls) would be
"breaking down the door to date me"
I didn't realise quite how many people
would say they loved me
and how many people I'd say I loved
in a lifetime.
It's amazing how love can be given away
so freely,
so willingly
yet so painfully...
I have memories
of each one.
Lucas will always be my Percy Jackson.
Devon was a constant "babe" and "baby",
"you and me,"
and a Valentine's card/stuffed bear that I still have.
Evan was "1... 2... 3"
playing Doctor Who with my little brother,
I wonder if he still keeps that 4th grade picture
of me in his wallet?
Derick was "#dickerdoodles"
and a Valentine's card/stuffed Pikachu that I still have,
Netflix, a rainy day, a pack of cigarettes
a notebook
and a promise of New York City in a year.
Hannah was a bass
duct tape wallets
carmex,
a song lyric or three, and
"How do I love thee?"
Ellie was the Tumblr Accent Challenge
cigarettes, alcohol
a homecoming dance
and incredible music.
Magus was Zelda, movie nights, and
"I love you with all my heart,
with all that I am, with
everything I have."
Jayne was (and is) "kiddo," and now "baby girl"
JannaLee was "Stay strong, babe, and burn bright.
You're my fire; I'm your hurricane.
Those nights belong to us."
Jason L. was "Aw, butts..."
Scooty is "John SNOOOOWW",
"Groot..."
heart-to-hearts, and
Jekyll and Hyde,
#TeamApplesauce.
Travion was "Hey, let's face battle"
a note on yellow lined paper
and Hotel Transylvania.
Andrew was a lick of the lips,
my 9th Doctor,
"Hey, Nii-san."
Randi was "honeybabe" to me;
I still think that's a cute nickname.
Matt F. was "You're DIGAUGFN... I <B you."
(and I still don't quite know how to say
how much the jumble of letters "DIGAUGFN"
still makes my stomach flutter.)
I've made sure not to replicate
with current lovers things I've done
things I've said
special phrases, special actions
with past lovers
Memories are sacred, see.
I don't believe that any men or women
have hindered my ability to love
but at the same time I want to hold
the ones that I've loved
(or maybe don't want to admit to myself
that I still do love)
in the back of my brain,
in the bottom of my heart,
in my palms, rolling them into joints
and inhaling them until all that's left
is a labyrinth of white smoke and a smile,
lightheadedness and a moment of peace
I want to make this explicitly clear:
Just because I have loved many
and still hold many dear to me...
That does NOT hinder my ability to love
any given person at a time.
After breaking up with my boyfriend of 3 years
for a man whom I didn't know I could love
as much as I do
I realise that with all the people in my heart
I still have room
and as awful as it sounds,
I live in the past
as well as the present.
I can't let memories of people
things, places go
but please do remember that
I do know how to be faithful
in mind and in action.
I know how to hold only one,
how to kiss only one,
how to date only one,
how to marry only one,
how to live with only one,
when I say I'll never leave,
please believe that my words ring true
but I'm sorry...
I do not know how to love
only one.

Me doops and me was woking da street in a bomba reggae style
When to me suprise a goodaz said com and ste a wile
Me doops say nii but me says yes
cause how can i refuse "no ***** dress"

Inside her bungaloo i went for da **** but tasted poo
Oh no i say, dat dont taste good, a ****** now i really shuld
Too late she says you got the Klanga!
now i wish i didnt bangha


Me days are long and ful of strife
I lost me kids and me wife
me nips do hurt and so my wanga
Buts thats the life
of a Bomba Klanga

Kesi h y jindagi jha SB h bhi or koi b nhii ....
Ek ladki thii uljhii si...umeed.Lke Dil. m.dosti ki.....Pyaar Mila.pr dosti n mili na jaane wo logo m kisko dundhtii thiii.      Apne Dil m bhre emotions k dher ko lke  duniya bhtktii thiiii....Kya dundh rhi thi wo kch nya ya kch khoya huaa...


Dosti ki talash m pyaar k saare Nishan ko hta diyaa.....

Kya chahti thi wo....
Wo aajtk n samjh paayi kii.....Buri wo h ya bure log ya kch Orr


Jindgi bhr  usne jisko b apna Mana usne use kbhi n Mana
Shydd ....PTA nii


Kyo hua esaaa. ...Kisi k pass jawab n shyd uske pass b nhii....

.Ek ldki thii uljhii si thodi masum thodi natkhat si man m  Tha Sagar sa selaab ..pr logo ko boond b nhi milti thiii...
Mana khd thi wo insaan PR na jaane ki badlaav s drti thiii..
Roshni si chmk thi chahte p.pr na jaane ku Andhero s Tha pyaar

Thoda sa Maa ka pyar rishte nikhaar deta h..
Papa ki daat m chupa dher saara pyaar hota h.
Khushnaseeb hote h vo log jinhe ye rishte naseeb hote h..
Khuda bhi sahi kehta h jannat dekhne ki jaroorat nii jannat k jaisa hi parivaar hota h....
Aaj Kal k daur m rishte Kaun nibhaata h..
Kaam pade to yaad Karo warna Har koi bhool jaata h..
Rishte nibha k dekho janaab khwahisen poori ** jaati h...
Aur unhi khwahison se ek pyaara sa parivaar ban jaata h...

Roaming
In the dark continent
Where the sun shone brightly
And the grass withers too
Even on the ground so dark and loamy

I met her dressed
Clad in fur with a spice of myrrh
She stood a feet of four, or more
With an enticing smile that beckons to all
And eyes that gazed effects past Medusa

Her seductive touch
Seemed to stretch across all town and rank
Leaving a scar on all that touched
And yet the taste of her lips
Stood the desires of all men alike

She is the good and the bad
Pushing you to the tidings of religiosity
Budding your hands with a tedious tidy
Or lest, a dubious mind
This black land stands a stretch of Medusa's lair

Her fangs dripped bleed, profusely
Of the bloods of the hungry and skinny
But she seemed to have bitten deeper
To the marrows of cognition and behaviour too
Yarding each dream and act to her myopic skirt

A loud soliloquy sang her heart
These lads have been faithful in our relationship
Romantically caressing me to such blossom
With their burning desire to ditch me
Quenched by a wait upon a Messiah

For to love another over me,
They have to quit in their heads and hearts alike
Day after day, precept upon precept
Bask under the sun, fruitfully, not tirelessly
And keep her close for I am never too far

As I, Poverty,
Is enticingly sweet
And what is sweet, can be Eden's apple
So I stand behind the door
Till the day you shall want another bite of me

For I am not just your fall, but your burial too
                    


Written by : Royal Ethiopia
                       NII Mants3
                       The Esteemed Vatican
                      

wondering pondering my mind
open like a cat's claw
is it seen how sleepy i am?
wish i stayed around you while you slept
it might have made you feel close to me
to wake up and know i was still there
maybe you'd hear me softly snoring
and you'd smile in your mind satisfied with the
fact that i was safely and soundly sleeping
as you were when i was there to hear
you tenderly drift into dreamworld
in the darkness and wind of the night
no moon clouds cover the sky
maybe i should have stayed around
while you slept because you know
usually i'd love to do that so i can be near you
darling when we're this far apart
sometimes i must swallow life
like a swallow with its wings out
you even remembered our swan of genk
tonight, if you'll let me, i'll stay with you while you sleep
through the night, all through the night

i stared at wales
into the sea, their sea of wales
some poets came to my mind
some words which only few
might understand, in a dying
culturerich world filled with
dying nations, peach juice foams
at the tips and sleeves of the earth's
cracks, crust forming in an oven
baked inside, sweet and crunchy,
le'a'nii, do you hear it? now? again?
as winds speak to me, brushing against my ni pp les
and kissing my neck, licking trails from my lips
to my collarbone: my navel, the root of this earth,
my being solidified and crystallized by the waning load
of guitar strings, strings that sound like pearls,
my bre a sts are dew drops in the dawn, dusk beheads us
as if an evil seer who travels through meridians
to these times in our lives: square me into
your arms, please, don't let go, daddy