"piche" poems
Maa teri meri yadein boht achi thi
Tu jo bhi kehti thi boht sachi thi,
Yaad hai mujhe aaj bhi wo pal maa
Bimaar mai hoti thi taklif tujhe hua karti thi,
Tu kabhi na bhuli mere khane ka samey maa...
Qki maa tu hi toh khane ki plate mere aggey piche ghumaya karti thi,
Wo teri aloo, pyaz wali khaniya maa
Jisko sunn k sach mai maan liya karti thi,
Kya khub sundarta thi tere bhole se chehre pay maa...
Jo meri saheliya bhi gunn tera hi gaya karti thi,
Maa ...qki teri meri yadein boht achi thi
Tu jo bhi kehti thi boht sachi thi,
Jab pehli baar un chote se hathon se chai bnayi thi maine
Yaad hai , tu sab rishtedaro mai yahi gaya karti thi,
Har baat k liye zidd bht ki Maine tujhse
Par aakhir mai meri khushi k liye haa tu hi bharrti thi,
Bht ladai ki sabne mere liye tujhse maa
Lekin har pal sath khadi tu hi mila karti thi,
Maa teri meri yadein boht achi thi
Tu jo bhi kehti thi boht sachi thi,
Bht si horror movies bhi dekhi tere sath maa aur tu kahani ka pehlu phele hi bta diya karti thi,
Bht hase bhi sath mai roye bhi sath mai
Aaj jab dekhti hu toh ansu apne aap nikal k beh jate hai,
Bachpana samjho ya nadaniya samjho
Par tere hi aggey hua karti thi,
Tu Maa thi ya meri dost thi
Qki tu bhi toh bacho jaise harketin kiya karti thi,
Aaj bhi wahi tera chehra dikhta hai mujhe maa , teri wahi awaaz sunayi deti hai,
Lekin bevas tu hai ya mai hu aisa mnn mera kehta hai maa,
Qki maa teri meri yadein bht achi thi
Sach mai Tu jo bhi kehti thi bht sachi thi.
Wapas se wahi samhe jeena chahti hu tere sath maa..
Par sochti hu tu yaha ayegi ya mai waha au maa,
Sach Drr lagta hai duniya se maa ab
Jee paungi ya tut jaungi mai ab,
Kitni bholi thi maa tu humesha se
Qki jhuti ya sachi sab maan liya karti thi,
Yaad hai mujhe aaj bhi jab scooty meri band hoti thi
Toh kick tu hi mara karti thi,
Wah kya paranthe aur rajma banati thi maa tu
Jo saheliya hi sabse phele khaya karti thi,
Itni sachi aur achi maa thi tu
Warna mujh jaise nalayak bache ko tu hi sambhala karti thi,
Maa dubara se wo maa sabd tere aggey tujhe bolna chahti hu fir se
Kya tu dubara janam legi milne k liye mujhse,
Ek baar toh ake gale lga le maa mujhko
Fir se wahi pyara bacha bnke dikhaungi tujhko,
Yaad hai maa mumma's lil girl ka tattoo maine bnwaya tha tere liye
Lekin jab ghar pauchi toh dekhte hi dil baith gya tha mere liye
Maa tu sda zinda rahegi dil mai mere
Qki Sach keh rahi hu mera wajood hi hai tere liye,
Maa bharosa kar mera
bharosa nahi todungi tera
Ab aa hi jana maa bacha hu tera.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Kuch ajnabi si halchal..
Kuredd rhi hamare Dil ko pal pal!!
Najaane kya bayaan krna chahti h..
Shayad aane waali koi aandhi h, Jo Hume barbaad krna chahti h!!
Najjane kya Sandesh lekar aai...
Shayad nhi samjh paa rhe hum iski gehraai!!
Kuch andherapan sa chaa rha h...
Jo Hume shayad pal pal maar rha hai!!
Kuch to ajeeb baat hai...
Shayad aane waali ek kaali Raat h!!
Shayad koi apna hi hai iske piche..
Jo dhakel rha Hume sabse niche!!
Shayad qismat mein hai yahi Likha ...
Ki Hain hum uski life ka ek maamuli sa sikka!!
Jo shayad koi keemat nhi rakhta h...
Lekin vo shayad nhi jaanta ki ye sikka Uske liye Jaan Dene ki Bhi himaat rakhta h!!!!!
- manvee chauhan
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
as luzes e os sons da cidade
que nessa penumbra são meus fantasmas
atraem os sentidos da racionalidade
e repelem o instinto de minha consciência
o melhor dos meus acidentes e minha doença
a incurável, que me faz trabalhar a todo tempo
e que me faz saber o que só eu sei;
todos os bons rapazes de barbas feitas
com argumentos irrefutáveis e namoradas invejáveis
têm olhos tão bons quanto os de minha rola
eu sou falso, não me atrevo a debater
pois, afinal, por que lhes dar meu tempo?
eu o faria com algumas poucas pessoas
apenas as que me pudessem compreender
como as principais moças de meu inconsciente;
mas até que alguém assim me encontre
sigo caminhando sozinho no início de noite
tentando compreender o que é isso
e qual a importância de tudo que me circunscreve
enquanto sei que nada importa
andando a passos lentos
fazendo o que calho de fazer
encarando minha sombra recém criada
pela lua hasteada no céu de piche
sentindo o orvalho beijar minhas canelas
enquanto espero que alguém jamais se importe comigo.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
**** You, Evangeline
I hated you in the seventh grade
When you were pushed on me at school
And broke my rib,
As I badmouthed you on the monkeyswings.
But quickly I learned
Not from mom or sister
That to be a man is different than
Hollywood and Disneyland
Nothing Loves, Actually; Forever calls—
Very quickly
It seems
That I go from adorable to expendable
Serendipitously,
With a bit of mandated mail
And affairs with Eros’ bureaus of State
Back then I played with chitinous bugs
Baiting them fluffy placentas
of budding trees
And stalked them back to their cave
Before I knew my felonies
But I was a baby,
A child—I never could have known what it means.
But of course I do,
I’ve seen
the running of the bulls
The utterance of men
They are angry and gouge *******
with cold vicegrips around their ******
And are kicked
Mercilessly
Spurned to wrathful affectation
To be murdered in the evening
With rapturous spectation
“But they are bulls!”
Of course they are
"These feelings are only natural!"
No man can equate
With the pleasurable temptations of the state
Not bird or bug or steer or doe
The only Hierarchy permissible
Is of the animals
And of that we hate
I don’t see you woeing
About that steak on your plate.
Or the Glue in the soles of your shoes.
Stroll a bit
Sniff the trees
Whiff the ********
When it’s in the feed
He runs in circles shouting, chanting
“Oye, Oye, Aye Piche Cabrone!”
As the solo mothers cut his lengua
for the starving Ninos
In an apartment complex
off Oxenhoof Lane
Where
Papi got iced
By I.C.E or the like
And the kiddies will never know what it means.
You’ll never know what it means
To be a bull
Muster your might for this—demand with laughter you die
I am an ant in the ever-washed hive
Of sterile kin who have no lives
They give for their queen or infectious despot with wings
Despite all the kindness they've given me,
I am not ready to be meat for the feet.
In every blade of grass I've faith
That no bird or sin will ****** me from my place
And into the sky or the unsatiated mouth of the various
Disunified highs
For now I share the toil and vitriolic
Callous
Jowls of those who hate themselves
More than me
And try to smile and bring food for the queen
But deep inside
I am an ant
And that is all you will ever see.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Kitna accha hota agar jindagi
yuhi guzar jati
Kitna accha hota agar jindagi
yuhi guzar jati
kitna accha hota agar Samay
yuhi beette jata
na kal ki fikar nahi aaj ka gam
na piche chod aayi ateet
na aane wala pal sab
samay ke is chakrvuyh mein
yuhi dilse mit jata aur hum
in sab fikr ko yuhi dhua mein udaate
chale jate ...
saari dhundli yadon ko
yuhi alvida bolke
sookon ke saath apne beete hue
kalke sahare aapna
aanewale kal ko jee lete
kitna accha hota agar hum
kisi dusre janam ki parwa na karte.
hue
ishi janam mein ek ** jate ||
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 2:42 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
Khushi ..
Kisi Kavita ke Chhand me nhi milti ..
Nahi kisi Galib ki sher me ..
Jane Anjane me,
Kahi chut jati hai piche .
Fir mil jati hai ,
Dil se kiyi hue kisi chiz me .
Jaise ek patti chupayi ** sadiyo tak,
kisi kakaj ke bichme ..!
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC