"parta" poems
Zindagi may itnay gham saha hoon
Kay abtoh ashqon say dosti ** chuki hai
Ab inhay kuch kehna bhi nahi parta
Jabhi koi mauka hota hai
Yeh khud ba khud meray say mulaqaat karnay chalay aatay hai
(Urdu & Hindi)
English Translation
I've experienced and borne so much sadness in my life
That now tears have become my friends
Now i don't even need to tell them anything
Whenever there arises an opportunity
They just come out on their own and meet me
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
My sweet little gran-mire is 94 Years old.
She still works, as the chairwoman of the family trust
- you can call her “Godfather.”
The “frail old lady” is a humorous disguise she dons
to bamboozle the unwitting - think tiger stripes.
Don’t be fooled, or lulled and don’t ever try to BS her.
The business cosmos wheels behind those eyes.
Her heart was replaced with an abacus, centuries ago.
She’s met everyone in the world who matters.
She has body guards and minions.
Tonight there’s a small birthday party
at the Musée Marmottan Monet (museum) in Paris.
When she comes in, the 40 or so guests formed
an impromptu receiving line - so I queued up too.
Stewards regularly pass and I manage to gulp down
two flûtes of champagne while on line (I LOVE Paris).
This has the makings of a great party.
Finally, it was my turn. we cheek kissed (fait la bise).
I took her small, gloved hand in mine
and it struck me that little white gloves are genius.
“Thank you for inviting me,” I said
inching closer because the music was loud,
“Nothing tops a big-budget party.” I said.
“We agree.” she said with a nod.
“Happy Birthday.” I mouthe.
We la bise again and I moved on so the conga-line could progress.
Ooo! Another steward!
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
Na aarzoo, na chahat
Labon pe hansi laani parti hai
Na qadar, na ishq
Dil ko band karna parta hai
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
No grin, frog lips
It's run, jump, punch
parta the apocalypse
Tired of being the
last ball in the hopper
Worth more than the
price of the copper
...now listen...
Jonzin for the days
Of Zee Emerald
and a loose tooth
**** is ephemeral
Like the era in a phone booth
Put a quarter up
E.T. Phone home
Kids today never had to
fear that dial tone...
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Little kitten
So i loved you
Little kitten
Kind eyes
Gentle heart
Silly jokes
And all those wonderful parta
Take my words
Make them yours
And keep marching through lifes many doors
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Neste dia a minha lamuria tem dois metros,
O meu amor é este fragil ramo.
A minha vida é esta cadeira.
Neste dia ponho-me a cima da vida.
pois o momento de atar a minha lamuria ao meu fragil amor chegou.
Assim tenho um bilhete só de ida
Com esta atitude pontapeio a vida
a minha lamuria estica,
pois ela assim me farta
e a minha ultima esperança é que o meu fragil amor não se parta.
On this day my grief is six feet long,
My love is this fragile branch.
My life is this chair.
On this day I put myself on top of life.
For the moment of tying my whining to my weak love has come.
So I have a one-way ticket
With this attitude I kick life...
my grief stretches,
for she's making me sick of it.
and my last hope is that my fragile love won't break.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC