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Zindagi aapse hi khubsurat hai humari,

Aapke sang hi rehna humein umar saari.


Har janam aap hi humsafar ** humare,

Yahi dua hai us neeli chhatri wale se. 


Ye dhadkane bhi ruk si jaati hai aapse jab baat ni hoti,

Aapki wo tagri daant bhi sacchi humein bhut pyaari lagti.


Is Dil ki har dhadkan Kuch kehna hai chahti,

Sirf aur sirf aapke pass rehna chahti ji.


Aapka Naam hi tou humare naam ko pura krta,

Aapki muskaan dekh ke hi ye dil humara bhi dhadakta.


Ye meelon dur ki duriya humara Kuch ni bigaad sakti,

Aapki tasveer seene se lagake hi Roz soti.


Ek aap hi apne apne se lagte **,

Aap pass ** tou bhul jau duniya ko.


Kaise kahu mai aap kitna mayne rakhte **,

Jo dua us ishwar ke darwaze pr roz hum Kare wo puri **.


Humesha har kadam par saath saath rahein hum dono,

Koi bhi Juda na kar paaye humko.


Aap Jaise fikar karte, pyaar karte aise koi bhi nahi kar sakta,

Is sacchi mohabbat sacchi shiddat se hi jeene ka dil karta.


Jeene ka sahara jeene Ka matlab hi aapse hai mere saathiya,

Aap saath ** tou saanse chalti hain mere mahiya.


Mai hu aapki in haathon ki lakeero mein,

Aapko paakar sabse qismat wala bna Diya uparwale ne.


Khushnaseeb hai humari taqdeer jo aap humko mile.

Aapke aane se zindagi mein phul khile.



Jo labz  hothon se keh Nahi paate,

Wo bhi aap samajh ** jaate. 


Dil Ka dard jab bayan Nahi karte,

Wo bhi aap itni dur se pata laga lete.


Har dard har jhakam apne aap thik ** jaata,

Jab ye Dil us pyaare se Dil ke seene se lag ke sukoon paata.


In hawao ki sarsarahat ke zariye wo ehsaas bhejna,

Humesha Aapke Saath Hu sunnu ji aapka ye kehna.


Sacchi beintehaa sukoon deta is rooh ko,

Ishwar humesha mehfooz rakhe aapko.


Kadi dhup ki pyaari si chaav aap ban jate,

Har Khushi har aansu ek dusre se baat te.


Wo hi hain zindagi Ke sabse pyaare lamhe har dard bhi lete ** bhaap,

**** se tou har koi pyaar kr leta rooh mein basna kise kehte uski misaal ** aap.


Bhagwaan ji mujhe maaf kr dena,

Aapse bhi badhkar Kisi ko maine samjha.


Inke saamne sajda mai jab bhi karti,

Meri bandagi zindagi dono puri ** jati.


Agar rabb mujhse puche ki tumhein kya du

Mai bina soche bas Aapka naam keh aapko maang lu.


Aap bhale hi duniya ke liye ek insaan **,

Mere liye tou aap hi puri duniya **.


Zindagi ** tou aapke saath warna,

Koi zindagi bhi nahi chahiye mere khuda.


Aapke saath jiyenge aapke sang hi marenge,

Kuch Nahi chahiye humein neele aasman ke neeche bhi aapke sang reh lenge.


Bs aap humesha humare pass humare saath rehna,

Isse jyada Kuch Nahi humko kehna.


Wish you a very very happy anniversary dear sweeeeeetuuuuu ji. Aap ** tou Sab Kuch hai humare pass. ... Sabse most important part of my life is justttttttt you. I love you dheeeeerrrrr saaaaraaaaaa MERI jaaaaaaannn...feeelllll you the mosttttttt. Aap ** humare pass jeene ki wajah hai ... Thankyou so much for always being there with me my dear sweetesttttttttt life partner..❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I am soooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhhhhhh luckiestttttt and blesseddddddd to have you munnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuu jiiiiii ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ bhagwaan ji aapki har manokaamna Puri krein ..aapko dheeerrr saaariiii khushiya de...humesha mehfooz rakhein ...jaldi se aapko success mil Jaye aur aap apni is Dil ki raani ko Apne sang le jao humesha ke liye ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love you a lottttt more than my life ..my life ..my lifeline ...my everything ....Sab Kuch aap ** .... Happy anniversary sweetuuuu ji❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
31 may most special one
Jasraj Sangani Feb 2016
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it’s hot but not too more….

Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say “M busy”
Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy

There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska
Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska

From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels
From telephone rings and doorbell brings.
There are people connecting through Blackberry pings

Where there’s little time to spare for kids
People here spend their lives on bids
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter
But milkman mixing water is not a cheater!

Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art
From pop-corn to ice-cream, all sold on cart
Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart

Where local trains usually run on time
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime
Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine
People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine”

From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea
But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee.

Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali
Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali
Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful
Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful

Billionaire to baggers, all found in this city
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty.
Overall this dream-world is huge but pretty
Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.
KRRW Aug 2017
Si Jamaeda:
Isa siyang matrona
na ang pangarap
ay ang wagas
na kagandahan.
Palagi siyang
nilalait ng kanyang
mga kaeskwela.
Maging mga kapatid niya
ay nilalayuan siya.
Samantala,
ang mga magulang niya
ay ikinahihiya
ang kanyang
kakatwang presensiya.

Isang araw,
kanyang natuklasan
isang natatanging pormula
upang makamtan
pinakamimithing kagandahan.

Mula sa laboratoryo
lumabas ang isang
mestisang diyosa
na siyang nagdulot
nang tiyak na pagkahulog
ng bawat panga
na nilalampasan niya.

Puri dito, puri doon.
Ang tainga niya
ay pumapalakpak.
Kaway rito, kaway doon,
hindi siya matigil
sa kahahalakhak.

“Sa wakas,”
ika niya,
kagandaha'y napasakanya.
Subalit,
ngunit,
datapwat,
langit biglang
kumulog,
kumidlat.

Habang ang diyosa'y pauwing
mahinhing naglalakad,
nakasalubong niya
ang isang matrona
na siyang nagpaalala
ng mapait na nakaraan niya.
Itsura ng matrona
sadyang kasuka-suka
mas masahol pa
sa dating muka ng diyosa,
wika ng marami
pinagsukluban ng langit at lupa
maging impyerno ay nakialam pa.

Hiling nito sa diyosa
ibahagi ang sikreto niya
sa pagbabago ng uling
at naging isang ginto,
ngunit ang kagandahan
ng diyosa'y panlabas lang
sapagkat kanyang budhi
lubos-lubos ang kaitiman.
Itinaas ang kilay
at saka pumanhik,
hindi niya namalayan
ang nagbabadyang panganib.

Plok! Plak!
Inay ko po'y kaysakit!
Ang diyosang marikit,
napasubsob sa putik.

Ngunit sa halip
na malambot ang lupang hahagip
'yon pala'y sa ilalim
may nakatagong talim.
Matigas niyang mukha
ginuhitan ng pait
ang maladiyosang matrona
nasiraan ng bait.

Lahat ng tao'y
naengganyong lumapit,
sa lakas ng kanyang sigaw
dahil sa sobrang sakit.
Imbis na tulunga'y
pinagtawanan, nilait.
“Hahaha! Buti nga sa 'yo,
mayabang ka kasi,”
ang kanilang sambit.
Luha niya'y nangingilid,
ngunit walang pasubali,
ang kutya nila'y sumasabay
sa ulang masidhi.

Sa hindi niya inaasahan,
dinamayan siya ng isa.
Isang pamilyar na mukhang
hindi rin naman
naiiba sa kanya.

Magbuhat noon,
natutunan niya
ang isang malaking
leksiyon:
“Mas masarap ang maging duryan,
kaysa maging isang mamon.”
Written
31 August 2013


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Cute-sweet water puri
Brings the water in the mouth
my senses take me
All the ways
When I find water puri
Potato onions spices
Filled with solution of Jaljira
Children young and old
Eating is big in addiction
When I See road side
Trolley of pani puri
It is a the biggest attraction
Its variables sour taste
Make me be excited
It takes me to childhood
Such lovely water puri
Malalagkit na mga halik
Amoy ng alak at yosi,
kumakapit sa damit
Kaunting barya,
puri ang kapalit
Eto ang turo ni inay
"Kapalan mo ang lipstick anak,
hindi magtatagal ikaw di'y masasanay"
manipis na tela
ang bumalot sa murang katawan ni Teresa
"Sariwang-sariwa!"
hindi magkamayaw ang mga kalalakihan
Sa entablado kinalimutan
ang nagdurusang puso
binalatan nang dahandahan



-Tula XI, Margaret Austin Go
Shrivastva MK Jun 2015
KYON** ** gya mujhe ek ajanabi se pyar,
Na jante hua bhi KYON hain ye dil usi ke liye beqarar,
Karke bechain mujhe KYON hain mujhe har waqt usi ka intezar,
Main nahi janta ki kaun hain wo,
jo mujhe apne pyaar ka mujarim bna liya,
Banake DEEWANA mujhe,
mere kore sa dil pe apna naam likh diya,
KYON aata hain mere sapno me uska dhundhlata chehra,
Lagne laga ab har khawab sach mujhe,
Kaha chale gye wo laga ke mere dil pe apne yaadon ka pahera,
Har waqt muskura'h raha hoon jabse mujhe pyar hua hain,
Kho gya hoon main usi ke yaadon me jabse use dil diya hain,
KYON wo mere **** ka jaan ban *** hain,
Karke pareshan mujhe meri jahan ban *** hain,
KYON ye palakein nahi jhapakti jab use dekhti hain ,
Uske bina ye puri duniya suni lagti hain,
KYON mangne lagta hoon use apne rab se,
Dekha hain use aur pyar hua hain jab se.....
First sight love
Love just like a unique desease, and its no any solution frds.
PNasarudheen Jul 2013
Think!
In the Past, under clear sky, any could walk
all over Bharat, though an Indian or not so.
The notion of a nation merging petty kingdoms
dimmed the vision of the people of tolerance.
Selfish kings and selfish landlords together
severed India proclaiming "save India", alas!
     In the post independent India, I was born,
walked freely even in the starry night, till 1970s,
enjoyed outing, slept in lodges, snored under trees.
Then came the Emergency, amidst it, against people;
politicians exploited communal thoughts, Delhi burnt,
for votes; created vote banks; nothing learnt from riots;
no merging, but diverging forces hurled us, viciously
forced us to riots-in Gujarat, Assam, Bombay;
panic people run helter -skelter, in Delhi, elsewhere,
in Pune, Bangalore, Poovar or Marad, no exemption.
How lucky were Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!
The former founded four Mutts at the pulse-points
of Bharat- the latter roamed not in Rome but in India
(the land of saints, temples, home of gods and godly men)
instilling the spirit of nationalism and social reformation.
    But…while dollars roll over the sovereignty of rupees,
as a ****, with drooping eyes among nations -a land
de jure integrated and de facto dissipated and dejected
by linguistic, fiscal and parochial aspirations strutting us on-
we stand.. Who cares? Sitting around the dying culture  
all Jackals, devour and howl as vultures hover around-I shudder
to move along the road, freely breathe; as espionage, tolls
identification cards, to the satisfaction of the jackals,
that create hurdles on my way, materially, spiritually; and
bribe legislature, corrupt executive,  and blur judiciary,
****** growth and progress -even a lively move of nerves.
Independence led us to dependence to MNCs , in fact
from East India Company the baton went to British kings
and Queens; to lobbies of MNCs later it glided wasting
the blood of revolutionary freedom fighters, hurting them.
The Red Fort became the fort for the corrupted blabbers
who roar by constitution breaking the constitution of the polity.
     I don't dream of Lord Krishna dancing on the hood
of Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi waters-polluted.
How nice to recall the glory of the past with love and toleration
that assimilated all thoughts of human beings in the world
and flowed  for ages through the canopy beside my cave,
than to shudder at every knock, and to brood in my flat gasping!
……………………………………………………………………
Note:1.Gujarat , Assam, Bombai(Mumbai), Pune, Bangalore, Poovar or Marad, :  these are places where riots or blasts occurred in India
Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!:two sanyasins(monks) of India the Former proponent of Advaita Vedanta Philosopy and the latter preached it disciple of Sri Ramakrishna  and founder of Ramakrishna Mission in Kolkota, India.
four Mutts: the mutts(Seminaries) established by Adi Sankara in Badarinath in the North , Puri in the East. Dwaraka in the West and Sringeri in the South of India to propagate the Vedic philosophy. It also proves the Undivided Indian concept the ancients had .
MNCs:Multi-National Corporations.
Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi: A very venomous snake representing Power and torture.Lord Krishna danced on the hoods of it and killed it as per the mythology. Kalindi is River Yamuna in India that divides Delhi in to two.
judy smith Nov 2016
Whether in Montreal, where she was born and raised, or in Delhi, where her award-winning brasserie sits, the stylish chef’s love for gastronomy has always run deep. She came to India to chase her passion about eight years ago, after leaving behind an engineering career and having trained at the esteemed ITHQ (Institut de tourisme et d’hôtellerie du Québec). In 2014, she introduced unusual combinations like oysters with charred onion petals, tamarind puree, and rose vinegar when she became the first Indian chef to be invited to host a solo dinner at the James Beard House in New York City. Also presented there was her very own coffee-table book called Eating Stories, packed with charming visuals, tales and recipes.

In pursuit of narratives

“I am studying Ayurveda so, at the moment, I’m inspired by the knowledge and intuition which comes with that, but otherwise I completely live for stories. Those of the people around me — of spices, design forms, music, traditions, history and anything else I feel connected to.”

Culinary muse

“I truly believe that nature is perfect, so I feel privileged to use the ingredients that it provides, while adding my own hues, aromas and combinations…it feels like I get to play endlessly every day.”

After-work indulgence

“My favourite places to eat at are Cafe Lota and Carnatic Cafe in Delhi, and Betony and Brindle Room in NYC.”

Dream dish

“This salad I created called ‘secret garden’. It’s so beautiful to look at and has such a unique spectrum of flavours…all while using only the freshest, most natural produce to create something completely magical.”

Reception blooper

“Most people make the mistake of over-complicating the menu; having too much diversity and quantity. Wastefulness isn’t a good way to start a life together.”

A third-generation entrepreneur from a highly distinguished culinary family, she runs a thriving studio in Khar where state-of-the-art cooking stations and dining tables allow her to conduct a variety of workshops and sessions. Her grandfather is remembered as the man who migrated from Africa to London to found the brand that brought curry to the people of the UK — Patak’s. She took over as brand ambassador, having trained at Leiths School of Food and Wine and taught at one of Jamie Oliver’s schools in London. What’s more, Pathak is also the author of Secrets From My Indian Family Kitchen, a cookbook comprising 120 Indian recipes, published last year in the UK.

Most successful experiment

“When I was writing recipes for my cookbook, I had to test some more than once to ensure they were perfect and foolproof. One of my favourites was my slow-cooked tamarind-glazed pork. I must have trialled this recipe at least six times before publishing it, and after many tweaks I have got it to be truly sensational. It’s perfectly balanced with sweet and sour both.”

Future fantasy

“As strange as it sounds, I’d love to cater my own wedding. You want all your favourite recipes and you want to share this with your guests. I could hire a caterer to create my ideal menu, but I’d much prefer to finalise and finish all the dishes myself so that I’m supremely happy with the flavours I’m serving to my loved ones.”

Fresh elegance

“I’m in love with microgreens for entertaining and events…although not a new trend, they still carry the delicate wow factor and are wonderfully subtle when used well. I’m not into using foams and gels and much prefer to use ingredients that are fuss-free.”

This advertising professional first tested her one-of-a-kind amalgams at The Lil Flea, a popular local market in BKC, Mumbai. Her Indian fusion hot dogs, named Amar (vegetarian), Akbar (chicken) and Anthony (pork), sold out quickly and were a hit. Today, these ‘desi dogs’ are the signature at the affable home-chef-turned-businesswoman’s cafe-***-diner in Bandra, alongside juicy burgers, a fantastic indigenous crème brûlée, and an exciting range of drinks and Sikkim-sourced teas.

Loving the journey

“The best part of the job is the people I meet; the joy I get to see on their faces as they take the first bite. The fact that this is across all ages and social or cultural backgrounds makes it even better. Also, I can indulge a whim — whether it is about the menu or what I can do for a guest — without having to ask anyone. On the flip side, I have no one to blame but myself if the decision goes wrong. And, of course, I can’t apply for leave!”

Go-to comfort meal

“A well-made Bengali khichri or a good light meat curry with super-soft chapattis.”

What’s ‘happening’

“This is a very exciting time in food and entertaining — the traditional and ultra-modern are moving forward together. Farm-to-fork is very big; food is also more cross-cultural, and there is a huge effort to make your guest feel special. Plus, ‘Instagram friendly’ has become key…if it’s not on Instagram, it never happened! But essentially, a party works when everyone is comfortable and happy.”

A word to brides

“Let others plan your menu. You relax and look gorgeous!”

This Le Cordon Bleu graduate really knows her way around aromas that warm the heart. On returning to Mumbai from London, she began to experiment with making small-batch ice creams for family and friends. Now she churns out those ‘cheeky’ creations from a tiny kitchen in Bandra, where customers must ring a bell to get a taste of dark chocolate with Italian truffle oil, salted caramel, milk chocolate and bacon and her signature (a must-try) — blue cheese and honey.

The extra mile

“I’ll never forget the time I created three massive croquembouche towers (choux buns filled with assorted flavours of pastry cream, held together with caramel) for a wedding, and had to deliver them to Thane!”

Menu vision

“For a wedding, I would want to serve something light and fresh to start with, like seared scallops with fresh oysters and uni (sea urchin). For mains, I would serve something hearty and warm — roast duck and foie gras in a red wine jus. Dessert would be individual mini croquembouche!”

Having been raised by big-time foodie parents, the strongest motivation for their decision to take to this path came from their mother, who had two much-loved restaurants of her own while the sisters were growing up — Vandana in Mahim and Bandra Fest on Carter Road. Following the success of the first MeSoHappi in Khar, Mumbai, the duo known for wholesome cooking opened another outlet of the quirky gastro-bar adjoining The Captain’s Table — one of the city’s favourite seafood haunts — in Bandra Kurla Complex.

Chef’s own

AA: “We were the pioneers of the South African bunny chow in Mumbai and, even now, it remains one of my all-time favourites.”

On wedding catering

PA: “The most memorable for me will always be Aarathi’s high-tea bridal shower. I planned a floral-themed sundowner at our home in Cumballa Hill; curtains of jasmine, rose-and-wisteria lanterns and marigold scallops engulfed the space. We served exotic teas, alcoholic popsicles of sangria and mojito, and dishes like seafood pani puri shots and Greek spanakopita with beetroot dip, while each table had bite-sized desserts like mango and butter cream tarts and rose panna cotta.”Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2016 | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe apne dil me utarne do,
Mujhe jina hain bus tere liye,
Mujhe ab had se gujarne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......

Ishq ik aisi bimari hain,
Jo sabke dil par bhari hain,
Mujhe ab aansoo bankar
apne aankhon me chhalakane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do.......

Tujhe haque hain meri puri zindagi par,
Mujhe ab dil bankar,
Apne sine me dharkane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......
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Shrivastva MK May 2015
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe apne dil me utarne do,
Mujhe jina hain bus tere liye,
Mujhe ab had se gujarne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......

Ishq ik aisi bimari hain,
Jo sabke dil par bhari hain,
Mujhe ab aansoo bankar
apne aankhon me chhalakane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do.......

Tujhe haque hain meri puri zindagi par,
Mujhe ab dil bankar,
Apne sine me dharkane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......
MOUMITA SARKAR Mar 2016
Friday
12:22 pm
6 Nov 2015

Agar suraj ki keerne..
Tapti dhup mujh pe de,
Toh jhor se degiye ga…
Kisi ko ye naah toh pata chalegi .. ki hum naraz ya gusse hai bahut!

Agar baarish ** toh..
** jaane digiye ga,
Kisi ko ye na pata chal paaye … ki hum roh rahen hai!

Agar pathte zhareee,
Toh zhar jaane digiye ga..
Kisi toh naa pata kar paaye..
Ki hum aandarse bekhaare huye patho jaise bikhaa rahen h!

Agar thadi ki mausam me thaand de,
Toh bahut khub se digiye ga..
Kisi ko ye naah pata chale..
Ki hum saihum ya daar rahen h..
Andaar aandar se!

Ye mausam hai..
kuch mere zindagi ki tarah…
or humare zindagi ki tarah..
jo hum bayaan toh karte h..
par bahut kaam…
kyuki hume samaj ne wala koi nahi hota!

Ye jab hoti hai.. ya aati hai, jhoor se caati…
Or agar naah aate toh, na hi sahi,..
Par jab aati h…
toh puri zinadgi badal kar rakh deti hai.. !
trying to enjoying the life better :) :)
Gat-Usig Oct 2013
Mahal ko ang Filipino, pagdiriwa’y walang plano
Malaking palaisipan pag-alala ng gobyerno
Samantalang ‘di naisip prayoridad wala rito,
Pagpapayaman sa Ingles hindi na magkandatuto.

Paggunita anong saysay, pagsasabuhay sa wikà
Makakapagpamulat ba lalo na sa mag-aaral;
Pagsambit sa mga ito maging sa mga parangal,
Ito ba’y nakagugulat isang buwang itinakdà.

Totoo namang ginamit sa pakipagtalastasan
Filipino’y instrumento sadyang hindi matumbasan;
Kahit na karamihan pa napagkakamalang Kanô
Pakikinig sa istasyong bumibilib na napunô.

Ang tanong sa puntong ito, napapayaman ba kayâ?
Sa mga naging konteksto, ang masa ba’y nakukutyâ?
Sa mga nakakarinig, nahalua’y kabaduyan
Maging mga komentaryo, kalaswaa’y kinantsawan.

Kung bastos ang naging dating, anong magiging termino?
Ang mga dapat ilimbag sa papel ng mga dyaryo;
Sa pagbibigay ng aliw,ito’y pulos kababawan
Inisip ng mamamayan, may ganitong katangian.  

Kapuri-puri ang iba, may mahahalgang paksà
Ito’y kinakikitaan na may seryosong diskurso;
Sa kabilang banda pala, ito’y nawalan ng bisà,
Tulog na ‘pag pinalabas, ito’y kadalasang kaso.

Paano papaunlarin kung iba’y pinagpilitan
Tunay na nakalulungkot ito’y naging panambitan;
Sa halip pa ngang gamitin bilang makatwirang midyum,
Sa mga usap-usapan, maging sa mga simposyum.

Ang pagpapaunlad nito ay hindi sa balarila
Hanggang sa pag-uunawa pati ng ortograpiya;
Kinailangang mawala ang mga maling pananaw,
Ito’y nangangahulugang pagkilatis ‘di papanaw.


Ang natanging lingua franca nagbibigay identidad
Sambayanang sumasambit pagka- Pinoy lumalantad;
Sa bansa’y nagbigay-linaw, paggamit ng isang wikà,
Kaysa sa salitang- dayo, nagturan ng hakahakà.

Oo, Agosto na naman, dapat pa bang magkamayan?
Wika nati’y maging ilaw siyang magsisilbing lakas,
Juan, gumising ka naman, kamtan mo’y tuwid na landas;
Kung hindi tayo kikilos, mayroong paglalamayan.
Vineeta rai Apr 2019
Ek ldki apne pure jeevan Me kya kya sehti hai ish kavita ke madhyam se batana cahti hu....

Waise to Laxmi, durga, saraswati kaha jata hai ladkiyo ko..
To kyu uske janm par mara jata hai ush masum ko....
Ladka hai to hamara chirag hamara vans aur ladki hai to sir ka bojh...
Jara yaad kro aise soch walo ladki na rahe to kahan se laao tum apna vans apna chirag...
Jo tmhe har khusiya De uski jra izzat ni krte....
Samjhte pair ki jutti **...
Are suno bewakufo...
Bina aurat aage ni badh sakte **....

Ladki ka to pura jeevan hi aisa hota hai... Ladki kabhi apna nahi soch sakti suru se maa baap Ka kaha manana aur fhir pati aur saas sasur ka... Apni khusiyo se jada pariwar ka sochna khud ki khwahiso ka Gala ghot sabki baat Manana....girls don't have life of there own... Chaliy aage dekhte hai.... Jb ldki ki saadi ** jati hai...

Ladki ko to suru se paraya dhan samjha jata hai....
Kyuki ushe vida hokr dusre ka ghar swarana hota hai...
Apni maa ka anchal chod...
Kai nae rista nibhana hota hai...
Kisi ki bahu kisi ki biwi kisi ki cachi 1000 riste bn jate hai...
Un sbko pyar se nibhana hota hai...
Ladki ka to naam hi tyag hai...
Kyuki suru se usne apni khusiyo ko tyagna sikha hai...
Kabhi maa baap ke majburi ke karan..
Kabhi society ke karan...
Aur fhir apne maa baap ko chod sasural jana hota hai...

Jara puchna cahti hu un ldko se... Kya tum apne maa ka saya chod reh skte **... Nahi na... To socho ek ldki kaise rehti hogi.... Wo tumhare liy apna har kuch chod skti hai... To kya tumhara farz ni ki uske khusiyo ka khyal rkho... Itna hi to ek ldki mangti hai.. Aur afsos tum log ushe wo bhi Ni de skte... Ldke bus apni jimmedari saupte hai apne faisle thopte hai... Ldki ke saadi ke baad to ushe apne mayke tk jane ka haq ni hota jbtk pati raazi na **... Kya ldki ki koi life hi  nahi...
Hum niyam to nahi badal sakte par itna to kar sakte hai na ki uske khusiyo ka bhi dhyan rakh ske...Kabhi socha hai ek ldki ke andar kitna kuch chlta hai par itne risto Me wo bandh kar kuch nahi keh pati.... Jara samjho ushe jo tumhe ache se samjh jati hai...
Tum kya khate **... Kya pasand hai... Kya kaam kb krte **... Tumhare kapde se lekar jutte tk har cheez ka khyal rkhti hai... Aur tum uska bhi khyal nahi rakh Pate...

Waqt chlta hai ldki maa banti hai....
9 mahine kya kuch seh ke ek bache ko janam deti hai....
Ush 9 mahine wo kis daur se gujarti hai wo wahi janti hai...
Sb kuch Sehti hai par chu tk ki aawaz nahi nikalti...
Aur ladki ka dard koi samjh ni pata...
Ek bache ko achi parwaris deti hai ushe Bada karti hai...
Ek ladki ki puri lyf ek battle field se kam nahi hoti...
Ladki janam se maut tak bahut kuch jhelti hai...
To apka bhi farz banta hai ushe samjhna....
Uski khusiyo ka khyal rkhna...
Ajj jada nahi ek baar Akele baith kr socha what a Girl do for uhh...
As a mother, sister, wife even ur girlfriend...just think ND try to understand her....
Ek khusi ushe bhi dekr dekhiy... Sach Me ldki ishse jada kuch nahi cahti...

Last Me itna hi kahungi...ladki dusro ke liy jeete jeete apna antim saans leti hai....
Pls I request to all boys and men.... Stop to hurt ur wife sister mother or gf just respect what they do for you.... And app bhi kuch krna sikho... Unke liy...
Shrivastva MK Jun 2015
Pyar ke deep jalayenge hum,
Mil kar sath sabhi
Desh ki takat ko badhayenge hum,
Es desh ki mitti hamari hain,
Yahi par janam liya hain
yahi par mar jayenge hum,
Pyar ke deep jalayenge hum,

Mita ke nafrat logon me
phir se bhaichara layenge hum,
Auraton ka samman karenge
Use vishav me devi ka darja dilayenge hum,
Mil kar sath sabhi
pyar ke deep jalayenge hum,

Banenge hum besaharon ka sahara
Apne aap ko itna takatwar banayenge hum,
Na koi bada na koi chhota hoga es desh me,
Ese hi puri duniya ko batayenge hum,
mil kar sath sabhi
pyar ke deep jalayenge hum...
INDIA
Daniel Dec 2017
Gusto ko ng panibagong balat.
Iyong maputi at makinis.
Mala porselana,
Na halos kuminang tuwing masisinagan ng araw.
Kabisado ko ang bilang ng araw,
Na ginugugol sa ilalim ng araw kakabanat.

Ngunit,
Ang panibagong balat,
Hindi nito ako kayang protektahan, alam ko.
Lilimitahan lamang nito ang mga nalalaman ko.
Ngunit,
Sa panibagong balat, nais ko magsimula.
Kilalanin at kalimutan ng halos magkasabay,
Ang imahe ng nakakadiri kong balat.

Bilang ang peklat.
Sukat ko kung gaano kalalim ito,
Noong sugat pa lamang.
Kaya ko gusto ng bagong balat para pagtakpan ito.
Baka sakaling iwasto ng bago kong balat,
Ang mga naimali ko.

Makikilala kaya ako ng ibang tao,
Sa bagong balat na suot ko?

Marahil hindi,
sana hindi,
panigurado hindi.

Nais kong magtago,
Sa paraan kung paano ako lulutang ng hubo't hubad.
Nang hindi ko na itatakip,
Ang aking palad sa aking dibdib,
Dahon sa ibaba ng puson.

Isisigaw ko ang salitang "PUTA!" ng napakalakas,
Halos magsisilabas
Ang mga putang mismong makakarinig,
At yayakapin ko sila.

Dahil bago ang balat ko, ito'y mainit.
Kumpara sa nahamugan kong balat kagabi.
Malinis,
Kumpara sa balat kong may dampi ng mabahong laway.
Mabango,
Kumpara sa mumurahing aficionado na nahaluan
Ng pawis ni Ricardo kagabi.

Bagong balat.
Ibebenta ko ang luma kong balat,
Sa gabing ito.
Bilhin mo ang aking balat.

May panibago bukas,
Pag-asa, hamon,
Mantikilya sa loob ng pandesal.

Gamit ang luma kong balat,
Makakabili pa ba ako ng bago?

Magkaiba ang bagong uri sa bagong palit.
Ang balat ko, nalaspag na.
Tulad ng puti kong damit,
Hindi na ito puti.

Marumi ang titig ko.
Marumihin ang aking naisuot.
Ang balat ko ay puno ng mantsa,
Ngunit bago ang aking suot ngayon, bagamat,
Iisa parin ng uri.

Balat na nakalaan para ulitin ang pagrumi at
Yurak sa puti kong suot.
Bagong balat, kulay puti.
Wala na akong maisuot.

Hubad na ang aking puri.
Hindi ko masuot ang salapi.
Magkano pera mo? Tara?
Nais mo bang makita ang aking balat?
Itong tulang ito ay patungkol sa prostitusyon. / This poem tackles prostitution.
Shivam Porwal Dec 2017
Zindagi me kai ese moke aaenge jab tum apne apko 1 ajib kashmo kash me paoge,
Kai viparit paristhityo ka dar tumhe sataega,
Kya galat hai kya sahi tumhe kuch smjh nahi aaega,

Ye kuch uljhne hai jo har kisi ki Zindagi me alg alg samay pr aati hai
Jo ki us waqt pr bhut soch smjhkr kuch faislo se suljhai jati hai

Par kya wo faisle lena itna aasan hota hai?

Kyu ki wo 1 faisla shyd puri zindagi ko bdl skta hai

Har faisle me Kuch panne ki tammana, to kuch khone ka dar to hoga
Par un sab raaho me se kisi 1 ko tumhe chunna hoga,

Us raah ko chunne ke liye tum Hazaro logo se ray mashwara karte **
Kai baar apne dil ki chod, gairo ki baat par bh yakin karte **

Par smjho is baat ko, ki Hazaro se sunkr bhi tumhara dil kis chiz ko chahta hai
Dhundho, Kya hai wo esa jisko tumhara man puri mehnat, lagan aur jazbato k sath karna chahta hai.

Kyu ki Sahi to sab kuch hai is duniya me
Par tumhare liye kya sahi hai ye tumhi jaan skte **
Apne andar ki kabiliyat ko pehchankar, Mehnat kar
apne sapno ko haqueeqat bana skte ** !!
An inspirational poem, which teaches how to take the decision in life.
Vincent Liberato Mar 2018
O ginintuang lupa!
'Di mawawaldas ang puri mo,
Sapagka't ang pag-ibig ay sa iyo
Mananatiling tapat sa puso ko

Ipaglalaban ang kasarinlan mo
Tapusin ang digmaan na ito,
Sapagka't walang dulot ito,
Kundi yaring kamatayan sa lupa mo

Huwag agawin ang kasarinlan sa mga kamay mo
Dapat lalo lamang pagtibayin ito
Supilin ang kahit sinong aagaw nito,
Sapagka't 'di ko ipawawaldas ang puri mo.
Shivam Porwal Jan 2018
1 nayi raah ko chunna chahta hoon,
sabse kuch hatkr kuch naya, kuch alag karna chahta hoon,

Ha tum sahi samjh rhe **

mein udna chahta hoon!!!

Bhut kuch paane ki tadap hai abhi mujhme,
Us tadap ko hmesha zinda rkhna chahta hu,
Haan mein udna chahta hoon..

Apne dil me chupe jazbato ko bayyan karna chahta hu,
Apne hunar or kabiliyat se apni pehchan bnana chahta hu ,
Haan mein udna chahta hoon...

Dusro ko sabit krne ke liye nahi apne liye jeena chahta hu,
Apne hatho ki lakeero me mehnat aur kamyabi ke rang bhar dena chahta ***,
Haan mein udna chahta hoon..

Ye alag rasta shyd abhi logo ko samjh nhi aaega,
Kai baar shayd mera mzak bhi bnaya jaega,
Pr fir bhi usi kaam ko puri mehnat, shiddat aur dil ke sath karna chahta hoon,
Haan mein udna chahta hoon..

Aasman ki bulandiyo ko choona chahta hoon
Lakho zindagiyo ke liye 1 misaal Banna chahta hoon...

Haan mein udna chahta hoon
Haan mein udna chahta hoon !!!!



By : Shivam Porwal
Give wings to your dreams and get succeed in life
Shrivastva MK Mar 2018
Jis phul ne koi galati hi nahi ki, Use kis baat ki saza diya ja rha hai,
Es duniya me aane se pahle hi kyu use maar diya ja rha hai,

Ai Khuda kyu aise janwar ko tune banaya,
Ek chhoti kali ko pet me hi maar khud ko insaan btaya,

Na maaro us phul ko jisme us bhagwan ka hai waas,
Ek din aisa aayega jab ** jayega puri shristi ka naas

Arey nasamjh insaan sirf bete ki hi aas lagaoge,
To phir maa, behan aur dulhan kahan se paoge,

Mata-Pita ki galati ki saza us chhoti kali ko diya jata hai,
Ek chhote se andhere ghar me hi use maar diya jata hai,

Wo kali bhi baar baar unlogo se karti pukar,
Hey Maa-Baba mujhe pet me hi mat maar,

Ye duniya ek baar mujhe bhi dikha de,
Apne amrit ki ek ghunt mujhe bhi pila de,


Nanhi si jaan tou hai bekasoor,
Maar kar hi aakhir kyu milta hai pathar dilon ko suroor,

Wo bhi dekhna chahti hai duniya,
Janam lene se pehle hi Jaan gawani padti hai oo gudiya,

Apne hi hathon ukhed dete hai apne hi aangan ka phool,
Kaisa hai ye bereham logon ka usool,

Kismat wale hote hai wo insaan,
Jinki kokh mein dete hain betiyan bhagwaan,

Beti hai ishwar ka hai en anmol uphaar,
Jeene ka us nanhi jaan ko bhi hai adhikaar,

Sharam aati hai logo ki is ghatiya soch par,
Taras aata hai unpar
Jo apne hi ansh ka dete hain maar
Devi ka karte hain jo tiraskaar,

Banao ek naya usool
Beti ko karo qubool

Jeevan ka hai ye adhaar
Banta hai inhi se sansaar,

Likh us phul ka dard hamari aankhen bhar aai,
Teri banai duniya me O mera khuda ye teri kaisi khudai..
Ye teri kaisi khudai...


Collaboration by Manish Shrivastava and Sonia Paruthi
Carpo Sep 2022
bigyan ng palakpak ang nakaupong presidente,
kahit papaano may nagawa itong kabutihan, eh.
sa ilalim mo naligtas ang labing-lima na minor,
ngunit sa puri na aking ibinigay, rosas ang aking kulay

may nailigtas ka man na labing-lima, marami parin ang na una,
na unang mag-paalam sa kanilang mga pamilya.
sa mga gabing akala ko na ligtas,
sa pamumuno mo, ako'y napapadasal sa itaas.

ang agrikultura ng ating bansa ay napunta sa sakuna,
sinisisi ang manggagawa maski gusto lamang kumita.
ginawa naman niya ang kanyang trabaho para sa mga pilipino,
sana ang nakaupo sa pwesto, parehas na para sa pilipino.

pagtaas ng presyo sa mga bilihin,
kasabay sa pag baba ng piso natin.
ramdam ko na ang pagiging alipin sa aking bansa,
alipin ng sistemang hindi maayos dahil sa mga angat.

maslalong nabaon sa utang ang aking bansa,
ang ekonomiya natin ay nangungulila.
ang tanging naka upo sa pwesto ay walang ginagawa,
masinatupag ang sariling kasiyahan kumpara sa sitwasyon ng bansa.

"asan na ang iyong pangako? aming binotong pangulo?"
hiyaw ng mga bulag sa katotohanan.
"sinayang niyo ang pagkakataon para mag bago"
hiyaw ng mga mulat sa katotohanan.

ang iyon pag balik ay hindi sigaw ng kabataan,
ang aming supporta ay hindi para sa iyong pag marcha.
"kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan"
ngunit ang kabataan ay hinuhuli kapag ito'y kumilos para sa bayan

bago pa maupo sa pwesto, kaba ang ramdam ng mga tao.
sa lumang henerasyon ito'y isang panalo,
ngunit sa likod ng palakpak at hiyaw ng mga na loko mo,
para sa aming kabataan, ito'y isang mabigat na pagkatalo.

ang pag balik ng iyong pangalan sa kataasang pwesto.
talagang may halo na kaba sa mga tao,
hindi lang para sa mga 'di pabor sayo,
ngunit ngayon, para na rin sa mga tiga supporta mo.
MOUMITA SARKAR Mar 2016
Saturday
21 nov 2015

Zindagi ka har khwaab pure **…
Wo zaruri nahi hota,
Khwaishein hai.. bahut saare.. humarae dil me,
Jo toote khwaab jaise.

Adure khwaab … adure khwaishein jaise,
Jo kabhi kisi ke liye maye ne nahi raheta,
Or shayed mere liye bhi nahi…
Ya dar ne humko rokh rakha hai.
Janjiron ne humko baandh rakhi hai…
Jaane kya pata hum kabhi janjiron se nikal payenge bhi ya nahi…!

Kahete hai waqt hum sabko badal deti hai,
Shayed hume bhi…!
Kya hum kabhi humare toote khwaab…
Khwaishiyon ko puri kar bhi payenge bhi…
Ye fhir… sab aduree hi rahe jayegi…
Ye toh waqt hi humko batayega..!
Vada-Paav, in Aamchi Mumbai, or Maharashtra entire, is definitely the most popular inexpensive dish.

But according to the circumstances that prevail here at  Bombay, been it should have Bhel-puri, I do wish.

There are Maharashtrians, Gujjus, South Indians, Sikhs, Bongs etc. and us Parsis, though very miniscule  

Similarly Bhel has sev, mamra, chevda, puris, onions, potatoes, coriander, chillies, chutneys, you can add more, there is no rule

Just like the ingredients of Bhel, the population mingles, mixes, blends, whatever you can call it,  to be called Bombayites

But but but!!! wait and watch, when they board a suburban local train, just watch their many big & small fights.

To see the Bhel Puri, in this city cosmopolitan, encounter you have to the fisher folk, giving "shivya, our popular Maushi baai"

In our Bhel-Puri population, there are Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, Christians, Jews, Parsis; but in Bombay they are lovingly addressed, Bhau n Taai.

Hope you liked my BHEL-PURI, please do taste and comment.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
If we don't realize who we are and why we are here
If we are not happy and just live with stress and fear
If we come to earth and don't realize why we are given this birth
Then, can we say we lived? No, at best, we did exist

Everybody wants happiness, who wants to be sad
Who wouldn't exchange a life of misery for one that is glad
But few are happy with unfullled desires and expectations
They never learn happiness is a journey, not a destination

Are we meant to zoom from our womb to our tomb
Or is life such that we must be locked in a room?
No, life is about living and realizing the Truth
Finding our life purpose, getting to the bottom of the root

The world is chasing success for everyone wants happiness
They cheat, they lie, they steal and cry, and end their life in a mess
They think achievement and money will give pleasure and smiles
Till they learn Success is not Happiness, Happiness is Success

It's crazy but it's true that we earn for others to burn
Silly, we are stingy, we don't spend on what we yearn
Till one day we realize, sadly, that we have money but no life to live
Money that we can't take with us, everything we must give

Achievement creates pleasure, it makes us laugh and smile
But with it come problems that are longer than a mile
With contentment and fulllment, our life is full of peace
There is no stress, there is no worry, just tranquility, and ease

Have you ever wondered why we are anxious and miserable?
We worry about our cough and cold, and how we will pay the bill
The biggest cause of unhappiness is our desires that are not met
We seek something and are disappointed and this makes our eyes wet

What is our life purpose? Why do we come to this earth?
How do these trillion cells together take a magical birth?
If we live and do not nd life's purpose and meaning...
Then we are no better than a tree that is tall but just leaning

Instead of just existing, there are questions that we must ask
Let's make our life interesting by doing this curious task
Where is God and who is He? Is it true that God made me?
Let us nd out what came rst - was it the seed or the tree?

Are we the body that is born starting as a zygote?
Or is the body something that keeps our life aoat?
Fools are those who believe that we are made of bone and skin
The Truth is that we are the Life Energy that lives within

We think and worry and fear, that is our mind
Strange, isn't it, where is the mind, we cannot nd!
It appears like a monkey jumping from trunk to trunk
Spilling thoughts left and right till we make it into a monk

If I am not the body, I am not the mind, then the question is, who am I?
The ego says, “Oh, it's me! This silly question - why?”
The ego tries to fool us with this mistaken identity
The Truth when we know, only then we will be free

We live in ignorance covered by a blanket that is dark
We achieve many things but what is life, we miss the mark
We foolishly live and do not achieve our own life goal
To nd we are not the body or the mind, but the Soul

The body will die, and the mind will y
The soul which is me will leave for the sky
The body will return to dust, that's no lie
That's the simple Truth, I will never die

There is a power that controls this earth and universe
A power that's kind, that's wise, and does not curse
How is it possible otherwise that the earth goes round and round?
Who is the one that causes all the magic on the ground?

We know God exists but who is, where is, what is God?
Why can't you tell us the secret from the skies, Oh Lord!
We know you exist that's for sure, we have no doubt
You are a power that we know, but we pray: please come out

Life on earth is a Cosmic Drama, we come and we go
Nothing is real, it's like a dream, it's just a Cosmic show
Because we think that life is real, we worry and we cry
We ght, we shout, we scream, we suffer right until we die

Karma is a universal Law, what you give is what you get
As you sow, so shall you reap - on this I can bet
Law of Action and Reaction, those who **** will be made to hang
And it all returns back to us, just like a boomerang

Man thinks he can achieve anything but little does he know
There is a mysterious 4th Factor that actually controls the show
Man believes results depend on him, his equipment and his act
Sad it is but the results lie with the 4th Factor, in fact

There is a way to suffer no more, not to worry, not to cry
If only we nd out the Truth of 'who am I?'
Then though the body and mind suffers, that is not me
From regret, fear, worry, pain and misery, I am free

Of course, we all need a good Life Coach who will teach
Otherwise, it is not possible that success we will reach
If we want to nd the Truth and our life to realize
We need a spiritual master, who will open our real eyes

Do you know anybody who has been to heaven or hell?
Are there devils in hell and does heaven have a bell?
The Truth is this, these are not places that anyone can go
Sins or good deeds are redeemed here on earth we must know

If we are not the body and the mind, then who are we?
We are the Soul, the Atman, we are the Life Energy
When the body is born, we enter and we are the cause of birth
We continue to give life to the body till it dies here on earth

We all say that time is ying, but this is not true
We are moving. Time is still. It's stuck like glue
No doubt the clock has a needle. Its ticking doesn't stop
Stop and see time is still. It's we who run and hop

We must realize this Truth that knowledge is not realization
It's the root, it's not the fruit, there must be evolution
From knowledge shall shoot wisdom that will nally make us know
Who we are and why we are here, in our Soul this will glow

What is our goal? All religions say it is liberation
We must realize we are the Soul, whatever be our occupation
Most of humanity thinks that happiness is the goal
No, this is not true. It is to nd that we are the Soul

Where is the mind? We cannot nd but who will make us know?
It is our intellect who is the master to make the mind slow
The intellect discriminates between what is right and what is wrong
We then choose what we must do and sing a happy song

There is a way to stop all our worries and anxiety
If we live with detachment then from misery we are free
It is passion and desire that makes us expect and crave
If we don't live with dispassion, we will take worries to our grave

What is the key to realization? The secret, do you know?
With discipline of mind and body, towards liberation you can go
If you have no control on your body and your mind
In a prison of Body and Mind, yourself you will nd

People think yoga is a physical exercise.
This is believed by fools, not the ones who are wise
Yoga is union. It's a connection with the Divine
That is all that matters, and it is truly sublime

Who is it that kills and destroys our joy and peace?
It is we ourselves who do it. Let's not blame others, please!
When we start, there is happiness and peace all around
But we desire and we crave and anxiety is found

The one who can be happy in this moment, in the NOW
It is he who can be peaceful, grazing like a Happy cow
He doesn't live with regrets of the past that is gone
Nor does he live with the fear of the future not yet born

Why do we nd that people easily believe in the myth?
Why don't they ask questions and Realize the Truth?
Because we believe in rituals and trust superstition
Our life is in turmoil and we live in stress and tension

Maya is a cosmic illusion. It has two amazing powers
With one it conceals the Truth, with the other, it projects the stars
Nothing is real in this cosmic world, everything is a dream
Because we believe in Maya, we fear, worry, and scream

The Law of Causation states that every effect has a cause
Don't just believe it's a gold ring. Ask questions and pause
If you remove gold from the gold ring, you will nd nothing left
The Divine is the cause, the world and we are just effects

To achieve the goal of life, important steps there are three
It starts with the purication of body and mind, then we are free
In the second step, the darkness goes because of illumination
In the nal step we become one with the Lord, that is unication

Every human being on earth has to act and is not free
When we wake up from bed, we wash our faces and be who we must be
While we cannot be free from action and this Truth we do know
We can be free in action and we can let the spirit grow

At death one of two things happen…this is the Divine Truth
If we believe we are body and mind, we will have to take rebirth
But those who realize we are the Soul, from rebirth they are free
At death, their Soul is liberated and one with the Lord, they'll be

Columbus discovered America, the land he could touch and feel
Self-realization can't be discovered. You’ll know it when you peel…
Layer by layer, when you strip apart the body and the mind
You will realize you are neither, you are the Soul that's inside

Even those who realize the ultimate Truth, they are still not free
They still have to ght the war within, then liberation they will see
The Truth you know, you are still prisoner of the mind
When you transcend ego, and mind, then you are free, you will nd
Of course, there is a way to everlasting peace and joy
If we are free from body and mind, this bliss we can enjoy
But rst, we must realize the Truth and know that we are the Soul
Then we can achieve everlasting joy and peace as our goal

Many things are beautiful, with these beautiful eyes we see
And then we can appreciate how beautiful the Creator can be
But when we realize that everything is a manifestation of the Lord
Then we will not just see beauty, but in beauty we will see God

All religions are good for they take us closer to God
But there is one problem, they say their God is the only Lord
Thus, religion is the kindergarten to spirituality we must know
We must go beyond our religion, in spirituality to grow

Realization of the Truth is nothing less than magic
It eliminates regrets, fears and takes away everything tragic
When we realize we are not the body that cries and the rascal mind
This is the realization of the truth, and peace and joy we will nd

When something happens don't wonder, accept the Divine Will
We must trust in the Divine Master, His design and His skill
Rather than hope for something and break our little heart
It is better to surrender to the Divine, just doing our little part

We all have enemies, who doesn't? But the greatest enemy is 'ME'
ME is Mind and Ego, a bigger enemy there cannot be
It bombards us with thoughts and causes anxiety
It makes us suffer in regret and fear and doesn't let us be free

What is life all about, have you ever thought?
Who are we and why we are here, this we have forgot
The purpose of life is to nd the Truth - we are not body and mind
Our goal is to unite with the Divine, and this Truth we must nd

In a transformation, we make a change, though it is better, not worse
We changed our life from what it was, but this change we can reverse
But a metamorphosis is different, it's when a caterpillar starts to y
It can never again crawl on earth as it becomes a buttery

We are all Souls embodied in a body and a mind
Without this body-mind complex, the Soul we cannot nd
Just like mud needs a *** to manifest itself
The Soul too needs a body and mind and can't be seen by itself

Why do we fear, why do we worry, why do we regret?
Because we live in ignorance, we fume and we fret
But once we realize the Truth that we are not body or mind
We dance with joy and peace, and misery we leave behind

It starts with self-realization, knowing who we truly are
Neither are we the body, nor the mind, but the Soul that shines like a
star
This leads to God-realization, we nd God is a power
He is everywhere, on earth and in the sky. He is in every ower

The human mind can't understand all, it has a limit we must know
The nose can smell, but cannot see and show what eyes can show
And so is the human being created, he cannot think beyond
He can realize the self and realize God, but can't go beyond

I live as the happiest man on earth, what is my secret of life?
I live with peace and joy and bliss. I have no strife
I know I am not body or mind. I am a Divine Soul
To unite with my Lord, My God, is my Life's only Goal.
Spiritual Poem By AiR
Taltoy May 2018
Kaklase, kaibigan, kapatid,
Kalaro’t kausap na ligaya ang hatid,
S'an man mapadpad, may dala dalang ngiti,
Medyo iyakin man, pagkatao moy kapuri-puri.

Alam kong huli na ang liham na ito,
Sapagkat kahapon pa ang kaarawan mo,
Subalit sanay tanggapin mo,
Ang simpleng tula kong ito.

Una, paglalarawan,
Ikay isang huwaran,
Ikay di madaling pantayan,
Isang mabuting kaibigan.

Hindi ka sana magbago,
Alagaan ang natatangi **** pagkatao,
Sana payagan mo akong ituring kang ate,
Ang aking pangalawang saknong, aking mensahe.

Sana iyong maabot ang iyong mga pangarap,
Sanay magtagumpay ka sa hinaharap,
Sana di ka huminto sa pagsulong,
Ito ang aking mga sana, ang pangatlong saknong.

Akoy kaibigan mo,
Alalahanin **** ako'y malalapitan mo,
Ito ang aking huling mensahe,
Para sa'yo, ang debutante.
Happy Birthday! Ahahaha sorry late
Shrivastva MK Apr 2018
Dil ke ehsaas hote hain bhut khaas,
Shayad tabhi umadte hai bhut sawaal iske paas.
Tuta dil or tuta darpan hai ek samaan,
Jodne ki koshish karenge tou hoga kudh ko hi dard jiska nahi hai koi bakhaan.


Dil, Dil se milte hai tou pyar hota hai,
Dil, Dil ke liye hi beqarar hota hai,
Ye lafzon ki bhasha nahi samjhta saab,
Ye tou us nayno ke andaaz ko hi smjh leta hai


Yaaron dil kabhi kisi ka dukhana nahi,
Beshak tutne ki awaaz aati nahi.
Par khuda kasam dard bhut hai hota,
Jab ye nanha dil hai rota.

Jab kabhi hum khud se hi ruth jatey hai,
Dil rota hai aur aankhon se ashq tapak jaatey hai,
Ye bahut nadaan hota hai,
Bin soche hi pyar kr leta hai

Bin ankhiyon ke dekh leta hai bahut kuch,
Bin kaano ke sun leta hai har raag sach much.
Haal apne dil ka suna nahi sakte
Ujad gayi hai duniya jo thi khubsurat isme baste

Sab kuchh es chhote dil me chhipa ke bhi chup rahta hai,
Puri duniya ka dard bhi dedo tou aah tak nahi bharta hai,
Kabhi khush hokar muskura deta hai,
Tou kabhi taklifon ko dekhkar tut bhi jata hai.


Collaboration by Manish Shrivastva and Sonia Paruthi
Avantika Singhal Mar 2015
Swarthy and calloused
Hands guide the fragile
And delicate ones in
The kitchen. They murmur
Words of wisdom and
Instructions for frying
The puri with precision.
The boiling oil is very
Intimidating at first,like
Those devils waiting to
Pounce on you in the
Gates of hell. Intimidation
Turns to fascination and
In no time,the puri comes
To life,filled with air and
Hard work amidst the
Golden-ish oil that shines.
The mission has been
Accomplished and one
New lesson learnt. Those
Swarthy hands are going
To be like this forever-
A mentor. A teacher.
A mother. To a forever-
Learning daughter.
MOUMITA SARKAR Mar 2016
Friday
01:49pm
6 nov 2015

Aaj fhir yaad aayi teri,
Mushkuraa ke dil boli,
Bahut saari baatein rahe gayi thi humari…
Aapse.. kahena tha …
jo humesha- humesha ke liye rahe gayi aduri!

Khwaab jo souchaa tho,
Woh aab kabhi puri na ** sakki,
Kitni baatein thi kaheni ki… tumko,
Par aduri khwaab jaise meet gaye, dil se sab!

Jaise raith(sand) pe likhe woye jo baatein…
Ek hawa ke jhoke(air blow) se mit gaye… sab!

Khaas woh pal phir se aata,
Par shayed humne kafi der kar di,
Wapaas aane me…
tumko aapna ne me…!
Eugene Aug 2017
Mata: Nakikita nila akong masaya kasi sa tuwing tititigan ako ay nangungusap na. Pero hindi nila alam na sa kasuluksulukan nito ay madilim na ang aking nakikita.

Ilong: Amoy na amoy ko pa ang masasayang alaala ng kaligayahang noon ay aking nadarama. Ngunit, ngayon ay unti-unti nang bumabara ang mga sakit at pighating dulot ng aking pagdurusa.

Tainga: Kay sarap pakinggan ang mga nanari-saring tiyempo, ritmo, at tonong iyong napapakinggan. Ikaw ay napapaindak pa at napapasayaw sa mga natamong kasiyahan. Subalit, binging-bingi ka na sa mga masasakit na salita sa iyo na tila wala ka ng kwenta.

Bibig: Puring-puri mo ang mga nagawa mo para sa kanila at doon ay napagtanto **** may saysay ang bawat **** ginagawa. Ngunit, pilit mo na lamang ikinukubli ang mga masasakit na katagang nais **** ipabatid sa kanila dahil alam **** kapag ikaw ang nagsalita, mali pa rin sa pagkakaunawa nila.
Megha Thakur Jun 2020
Ye kahaani meri hai,
Kuch adhi hai kuch puri hai.

Kabhi to hai dil ke paas,
Kabhi inme duri hai.

Ye jo faasle hai na,
Filhaal ye ek majburi h.

Bairhaal to bas yun hai,
Ke sab chal raha hai.

Koi nahi janta ki,
Konsi kahaani puri or konsi adhuri h.
-Megha Thakur
JOJO C PINCA Nov 2017
Kung ang bunga ng isang makata ay tula
humihingi ako ng paumanhin
sapagkat mapakla
at hindi matamis ang sa akin.

Gusto ko sanang saysayin
sa paraang patula
ang buhay mo at dalita
na tulad sa bulaklak
ay nalanta nang ikaw ay dahasin
ng mga puting dayuhan.

Ikaw ang Sisa na nabaliw
sa paghahanap ng iyong Crispin at Basilio,
Babaylan kang hinubaran ng dangal
sa harap ng madla,
subalit ikaw din ang Gabriela
na nag-armas at lumaban.

Inang Bayan ko
na sakbibi lagi ng lumbay
kailan mo kaya makakamtan
ang tunay na kalayaan
na kay tagal mo nang inaasam?

Wala kang maasahan
sa mga anak **** hangal
na parang birhing matimtiman
na laging nakaluhod
sa paanan ng dayuhan;
mga putang walang kahihiyaan
na ibenibenta lagi ang puri mo't dangal.
baygls 4 lyfe Jul 2014
The Race Card: Whether it be in suggesting that anyone who doesn’t vote for him because he is black is probably a republican, or in blaming Bush administration racism on a slow response to Hurricane Katrina, Obama is quite comfortable playing the race card.

2. Anti-Indian: After the Obama campaign released a paper disparaging other candidates for their ties to the Indian-American community, the chairman of the bipartisan US India Political Action Committee, Sanjay Puri, stated that the Obama Campaign was “engaging in the worst kind of anti-Indian American stereotyping.” Of course, Obama denied any hand in the racist document put out by his campaign.

3. Corrupt Buddies: Tony Rezko, a long time friend and fund-raiser for Obama, was indicted last fall on federal charges that accuse him of demanding kickbacks from companies seeking state business. When asked about his friend, Obama said, “I’ve never done any favors for him.” This turned out to be a lie, as evidence turned up proving that Obama had written letters to city and state officials praising Rezko’s business practices.

4. Wal-Mart Ties: While bashing of Wal-Mart’s labor practices in public, Obama has been profiting from their business through the money his wife made as a member of the board of directors for a company that produces food for the mega-corporation.

5. Religious Ties: Is Obama a Muslim? Is he a Christian? Nobody is 100% sure, but it is true that Obama was raised in a Muslim family and at one time attended an Islamic school. He currently claims to be a convert to Christianity, but some are concerned about his Muslim upbringing.

6. Anti-Second Amendment: Obama is one of the most anti-Second Amendment legislators in the country. He supports a ban the sale or transfer of all forms of semi-automatic weapons.

7. Gas-guzzler: Obama might attack American automakers for not making enough environmental friendly automobiles, but when he goes home he drives a gas-guzzling V-8 hemi-powered Chrysler 300.

8. Obama Ringtones: The most annoying campaign tool ever.

9. Obama Girl: I take back what I said about the ringtones. This girl is far more annoying.

10. His Unelectable Name: Barack Hussein Obama, ’nuff said.
Random Guy Oct 2019
Kausap ka.
Tungkol sa kanya.
Alam naman natin na sinasaktan ka lang n'ya,
at nasasaktan mo lang ako.
Bawat mura ay puri,
bawat reklamo ay bati,
bawat salitang lumalabas sa iyong bibig ay akin na lamang ding kinakain,
nilulunok hanggang sa hindi na malasahan ang pait
dahil tamis naman ang hatid sa iyo sa mga payong sasabihin.
"Ganyan lang talaga sa isang relasyon,"
"Intindihin mo na lang"
at "lalambingin ka rin non."
Mga katagang eksakto sa mga gusto **** marinig,
ngunit hindi malaman.
Mga katagang pupuno sa mga paglalambing n'ya,
pilit na pinaiintindi sa'yo na ayos lang s'ya
at mahal ka pa rin n'ya.
Pilit na ipipilit na sa relasyon ay ganito,
sa relasyon ay ganyan,
mistulang kay tagal na talagang umiibig at sanay na sa relasyon.
Na kung iisiping mabuti ay sanay lang naman ako masaktan,
katunayan,
sugat na nilatayan at hinampas pa ng kay diin,
parang ako na gumagawa ng mga paraan para kayo ay pagbatiin.
LLZ Apr 2020
Tera yu mere paas aana ,
Aapne pyaar ka ehssas karana ,
Yaad hai mujhe!

Meri aanko Mei doob Jana,
Yu Tera mere maate ko chumna ,
Yaad hai mujhe!

Mujh par aapna haq jatana,
Mere karib aakar mere ruh ko chu Jana
Meri hooto ki laali churana,
Yaad hai mujhe!

Ki, Meri jiid ko Puri karna,
Meri nadaniyu se pyaar karna,
Yaad hai mujhe!

Mere rutne pe Tera mujhe manana,
Meri sadgi pe yu Tera fida ** Jana,
Yaad hai mujhe!

Teri sari baate yaad hai mujhe,
Lekin bas itna batana,
Kya ,ab bhi Mei yaad hu tujhe?
Bleeding Doc Feb 2019
Aaj phir se uthai Kalam hath me
Kuch batane ka panno ko dil chahta hai,
Labzo me jo baat keh naa saka
Geet me gungunane ko dil chahta hai |

Kaun kehta hai ki tujh se pyar karte hai log
Bas jarurte puri karte hai log |
Jab tak zinda hai sauhrate hai teri,
Mare **** ko bhi kahan ghar me rakhte hai log |

Na koi hai tera na tu hai kisika
Jo chahe tuje tu ban jaa usi ka
Khel matlab ka duniya ne khela sada hai
Tu bhi hissa usika me bhi hissa usi ka

Jala ke **** ko rakh baha de nadi me
Aisi duniya se chutkara dil chahta hai
Aaj phir se uthai kalam hath me
Kuch batane ka panno ko dil chahta hai |

Yun to chalti rahi jindagi na ruki,
Koi aata raha koi jata raha |
Kayi khel ke dil se mere khilone ki tarah
Dil ko apne har dum behlata raha |

Kisi ne chaha kisi ne toda muje,
Me phir bhi sada muskurata raha |
Kabhi roya kabhi sadme me beh gaya,
Dil ko har baar apne behlata raha |


Badi faramaush hai duniya samaj me gaya,
Fir bhi kisi ko chahne ko dil chahta hai
Aaj phir se uthai Kalam hath me
Kuch batane ka panno ko dil chahta hai |
CHARU KASHYAP Apr 2021
Haa ki galti maine
nahi samjha pyaar tera,
ek baar bol deta
to kya mai samajh nahi paati..,
** *** tujhse door
is dhang me,
rang *** puri tarah,
kisi or k rang me..,
haa ki galti maine
nahi samjha pyaar tera..
par tu bhi chala gaya
chala gaya chup chaap
ek baar pukaar k to dekhta
kya mai nahi aati tere sang me
ha ki galti maine
nahi samjha pyaar tera..,
par tu bhi nikal pada
nikal pada nayi duniya banane
hua mujhse yu door
ki laga kisi or ko manane
tu khush tha apni zindgi me
mai bhi gum thi apni zindgi me
par ab pta chala
daur to wo hi achha tha
jab mere hatho me tera haath tha
tere labon pe mera naam tha
CHARU KASHYAP..., kabhi kisi ne kaha hai
ki tumhari aankhe bohot khoobsurat hai...,
haa wahi.., wahi baat or wahi naam
aisa laga hi nahi kabhi
ki hai hum alag
bss waqt guzarta gaya
or duriyan badhti ***
kyu ki galti maine
jo nahi samjha pyaar tera...
Dear Quokka Jan 2021
Duniya ki bate aab aasama se krni hai, aasaman se milne ki purani si khwahish hai
  Kuch sapnoko mere sunani hai kahani badlonki, usi shehar mai mashhoor krna bhi unko hai
  Sapno ki dastan to kahani se shuru hoti hai.. Aur hakikat se khatam.. Hame to sirf aasman ki mehfhil mai sajish krni hai, Sach kahu to sapne to sirf yek bahana hai Hume to sirf aasman se bate badhani hai..
  Baton hi baton mai khuahish yek puri ** jayegi, khavobon ka ky unki dadhkne to hum umrbhar nibhayenge..
Kuch Yuhi tumse milna hai,
Bate hajoro krni hai...
Tum kuch na kehna,
Hum tumhare ankonse smj lenge..!!
Dwarika, Bardi Nath, Puri and Raameshwaram
Are long said to be the holy destinations
Once in life time to travel through
To get free of sin they commited  
And to secure salvation for free
Among the millions set off for pilgrimage
At the end of the winter this year
Had left Mohanlal home
promising to come back soon
It's been but four long months
Every evening stretches his innocent eyes
And in little voice asks to God,
"When will my grandpa
come home from Char Dham?"
*
Note: Char Dham- four holy hindu pilgrimage

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