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Meri aankho ka tara hi , mujhe aankhe dikhata hai
Jise har ek khushi de di , wo har gam se milata hai
Jubaa se kuch kahu , kaise kahu , kisse kahu maa hu
Sikhaya bolna jisko , wo chup rahna sikhata hai ||

Sula kar soti thi jisko
Wo ab shab bhar jagata hai
Sunai loria jisko , wo ab taane sunata hai ||

Sikhane me usse kya kuch kami meri rahi sochu
Jise ginti sikhayi galtiya meri ginata hai ||

Tu gahri chao hai gar zindgi ek dhoop hai Amma
Dhara pr kab kaha tujh sa koi swaroop hai Amma
Agar ishwar kahi par hai usse dekha kaha kisne
Dhaa par tu hi ishwar ka koi roop  hai Amma ||

Naa ucchai sacchi hai naa ye aadhar saccha hai
Maa koi cheej sacchi hai naa ye sansaar saccha hai
Magar dharti se ambar tak yugo se log kahte hai
Agar saccha hai kuch jag me to Maa ka pyar saccha hai ||

Jara saa der hone par sabhi se puchti Amma
Palak jhapke bina darwaja ghar ka taakti Amma
Har ek aahat par uska chouk padna fir duaa dena
Mere ghar laut aane tak barabar jaagati Amma ||

|| Puchta hai Koi Dunia me Mohabbat hai kaha
Muskura deta hu mai or yaad aa jati hai Maa ||


Sulane ke lie mujhko to khud jaagi rahi amma
Sirrhane der tak aksar meri baithi rahi amma
Mere sapno me pariya phul titli bhi tabhi tak the
Mujhe aanchal me apne le ke jab leti rahi amma ||

Badi choti rakam se ghar chalana jaanti thi maa
Kami thi par badi khusiya lutana jaanti thi maa
Mai khushhaali me bhi rishto me bas duri bana paya
Garibi me bhi har rishta nibhana jaanti thi maa

Laga bachpan me yu andhera hi mukaddar hai
Magar maa hausala dekar yu boli tumko kya dar hai
Koi aage niklne ke lie rashta nahi dega
Mere baccho badho aage tumhare saath hai amma

Kisi ke jakhm ye dunia to ab silti nahi amma
Kali dil me ab to preet ki khilti nahi amma
Mai apanapan hi akshar dhundta rahta hu rishto me
Teri nischal si mamta to kahi milti nahi amma

Gamo ki bheed me jisne hume hasna sikhaya tha
Wo jiske dam se tufanoo ne apna sar jhukaya tha
Kisi v julm ke aage kabhi jhukna nahi bete
Sitam ki ummr choti hai mujhe maa ne sikhaya tha || ||
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Main tumhe dhundhne swarg ke dwar tak,
roj jaata raha, roj aata raha.
Tum gazal ban gayi ban gayi,
geet me dhal gayi,
Manch se main tumhe gungunata raha.

Zindagi ke sabhi raste ek the,
sabki manzil tumhare chayan tak rahi.
aprakashit rahe peer ke upnishad,
man ki gopan kathayein nayan tak rahi,
Praan ke pristh par preet ki vartani
tum mitati rahi, mai banata raha

Main tumhe dhundhne swarg ke dwar tak,
roj jaata raha, roj aata raha.
Tum gazal ban gayi ban gayi, geet me dhal gayi,
Manch se mai tumhe gungunata raha.

Ek khamosh halchal bani zindagi,
gehra thehra hua jal bani zindagi,
tum bina jaise mehlon me beeta hua
urmila ka koi pal bani zindagi.
drishti akaash me aas ka ek diya
tum bujhaati rahi mai jalaata raha.
Main tumhe dhundhne swarg ke dwar tak..

Main tumhe dhundhne swarg ke dwar tak,
roj jaata raha, roj aata raha.
Tum gazal ban gayi ban gayi,
geet me dhal gayi,
Manch se main tumhe gungunata raha.

Main tumhe dhundhne swarg ke dwar tak..!!
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Ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai

Tadpan, peer, udaasi, aansoo,
baichaini, upwaas, amawas,
ajab preet ka mausam man mein patjhar hai,
nayano mein pawas,
is almast jugalbandi se bahar,
kuch bhi preet nahi hai,
ye sab sach hai,
geet nahi hai….



Log mile kitne angaaye,
kitne ulajh ulajh suljhaaye,
kitni bar darane pahunche,
aankhon tak kuch kaale saaye,
jo in ka yugbodh na samjhe,
sathi hoga meet nahi hai,
ye sab sach hai,
geet nahi hai…..

Apmaano ki saras kahani,
jag bhar ko hai yaad jubaani,
aur vijay ke udghoshon par ,
duniya ki yun aanakaani,
khud se alag lade yuddhon mein jeet mili,
par jeet nahi hai,
ye sab sach hai,
geet nahi hai….
Ki tum amar raag mala bano to sahi
Ek pawan shiwala bano to sahi 2
Log padh lenge tumse sabak pyar ka
Preet ki paathshala bano to sahi *2

Ki laakh ankush sahe iss mrodul kaat par
Bandishy kab nibhi mere jajbaat par
Aapne par mujhe bewafa jab kaha  
2
Aankh nam ** gye aapki baat par 2

Ki taal ko taal ki jhankriti to mile
Roop ko bhav ki anukriti to mile
Mai v sapno me aane lagu aapke  
2
Par mujhe aapki swikriti to mile *2
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Seema Aug 2017
Maa Yashoda ke tum dulaare
Tujhe tere bhakt pukare
Chale aao mere makhan chor
Tujhse bandhi hai preet ki dor
Mohini muskaan, chanchal ye maan
Teri pooja karoon mei jeewan bhar
Aayi hai teri madhur janam diwas
Meri hirdaye mei basay rahena, bas
Shama karna, har bhool ko mere Kanha
Kabhi mujhe bhool se bhool na jaana
Haath jhod kar, tujhe sumiroon
Yaad tujhe har pal karoon
Poori kar doh apne bhakto ki kami
Aap ko shubh ** ye janmastami...


©sim
**TRANSLATED ENG**

You are mother "Yashodas" darling
Your followers call upon you
Please come, my little butter thief
With you, is my whimsical tie
Charming smile, restless this heart
Your prayer I do throughout my life
Your mellifluous birthday has come
May you stay in my soul always
Forgive all my fouls, O' Kanha
Never by mistakenly forget me ever
I fold my hands in rosary
I think of you all the time
Fulfill the wishes of your followers
Happy birthday to you...

©sim
Aryan Sam Aug 2018
ik gal te dass mainu
Jo zehan ch hai mere
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlaan
Yaa hath chumme tere

tere bullan di tareef pakka
Keeti honi ae
Tere jisam te nishani koi
Ditti honi ae
Haaye kujh taan hoya ae
Dona de dassde chehre
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan
Yaa hath chumme tere

** mainu supne aunde rehnde aa
Ohde te tere ni
Ohnu seene te sulaavein
Tu har raat-henere ni
Mera chehra nai ghummda
Tere ohdon char chufere
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan
Yaa hath chumme tere

Preet waangu pyar oss ton
Zaahir nahin hona
Paise wala taan hona ae
Par shaayar nahin hona

Ohde naal lai layi tu
Main maut naal lai loon phere
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
Glass is a financial protein. One step in North America,
a light and unique person and a unique person, and the
rest of the day earns the dollar's success. The writer,
even the domain and service have the least collapse.
Muscci, Muslim Brotherhood, His Youth, Pump Manovova
(1913), 1913, Canada, Radio: Music. Georgian leaders have hosted musicians from Maryland, 1500, Australia, Maryland, Magistrate,
*******, and Asia.
Married and careless leaves are virgins and shadows.
It gives us good soil. Vincent's sin is a major sporting event
in New Zealand, Asia, Russia and Italy, Pittsburgh and the
Ancient Holy See. The black boy found a Chinese boy.
King of England, the worst sinner. Life is like an element
of the bridge of life. In these areas, when other ships enter a large,
unused area. When the lady came to us,
she had a taste for green eyes. The most important place
in the game is bicycle racing. The concert is in the tradition
of Georgia, England, Maryland, Ireland, Asia, Asia and America.
Black applications, slippers and others. Young teenagers
have banned political organizations, women, doctors
and prostitution. Firemen have destroyed the nation.
Estonia is for you, prostitution and debt in America.
We started on two legs, two long rose stems, black and white,
white and black. Latin Latin and Latin American skin
and white skin skin is very important for American scientists,
which is important and in the room. American craftsmen,
safe air and many Americans. Are you afraid of school
and people? Do not clean the anger, ambiguity, white, hair,
a little, big picture. Sikh religion is very strong and Sindhi,
one religion, one big color. My first two shoulder straps.
Calling Calling Center Trying to kidnap two children
who ask you in. The charges are suitable for two children,
and one woman has five hundred bread breads. There are no
allegations in the United States. In Brazil,
it looks like a palm tree like a palm tree. Good birds
are in English. Some men are men.
Create a room! After some Romans, the same thing.
All the skin inside the woman is dark. Asia, and the
Pacific countries want to change and preserve nature.
The maximum golden light recovery is.
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2018
Reena, Preet, Shreeta & Aneeta
are desis who will marry well;
coming from good traditional homes in Delhi
& elsewhere on the subcontinent
where a wild psychology flourishes
in the home of the Buddha & Shiva
& Krishna & Kali; there were girls
in the Indus valley hundreds of thousands
of years ago bathing naked in shimmering
see-through saris, nor far away
the Chinese girls already risen picking rice;
there were Lamas ruling the mountain caves of
the gay cave men while the women of Indra ruled
the valley; into this & out of this came the myth of the Aryan warriors
descending from the north over the mountains from glacial lands
seeming in the white misty clouds of Avalon;
there were no Popes or even gurus only tellers
of the old tales known since renegade Denisovan
were expelled from primordial Siberia where
grandmothers commit ****** regularly; the sons & daughters
                                                                ­                                    intermarrying;
colors blending; brown red white dark black purple & yellow & every green thing, red as blood so lovely;
I think about her everyday; this day & every random minute, hours split into seconds; so now the world over she is the devil w/ a microchip implanted so I can always find the earth;
her subtle cool eyes; so deep & dark & brown;
I love green-skinned desis & will w/ all my strength,
that not given to god which is nothing
besides my will to have & to hold
smart meteor shower spilling over O devil muse,
king of ruses, trickster monkey King Hanuman,
hater of Muslims, incarnation of Shiva, devoted to Rama
& Lord over all the desi Queens of ancient Polynesia;
upon Aladdin's Persian lamp I pray
for a Desi Jin to grant me a desi gf
abracadadra ** so mote it be
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2018
Out
gay boy climbing the corporate ladder;
transgirl sells her line to the company,
their eyes meet at a fashion gala; she's
interested & at first he's afraid; he asks
her to dance; the years go by; the Fire
Island house burns down; SoHo condo
cozy w/ cats; designing ready-to-wear &
her brand is licensed overseas & after
the vacation in Dubai; they fell in love w/
little Preet, orphaned when her parents
were killed by the Pakistani Taliban

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