"rani" poems
Na dhan k e daas hote hai ,naa mann ke daas hote hai
Nirasha me v aasha ka, saghan vishwas hote hai
Nazar se dur hokar v, jigar ke paas hote hai
Mohabbat karne wale dil, bahot hi khas hote hai
Ibbadat kaun karta hai,Innayat kaun karta hai
Sabhi hai lootne wale, mohabbat kaun karta hai
Bharamar ki gungunahat se hi, ab har phool darta hai
Sabhi khilwadd karte hai, mohabbat kaun karta hai
Mohabbat apni har aashiq, pe jaya hum nahi karte
Ki aise har kisi pe dil, lutaya hum nahi karte
Mai kahti raat rani se, meri awaj ko sunkar
Chale aate hai khud bhawre, bulaya hum nahi karte
Hume apni mohabbat tum, gawara mat samajh lena
Aji ye dil humara hai, tumhara mat samajh lena
Kayamat ki nazar hai, humnazara mat samajh lena
Kinara kar rahe hai hum, Isahara mat samajh lena
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Har haal mein hum khush reh le,
Gujarish hai bs mera humsafar har janam mile.
Tabeez bnkar har buri nazar se mai unhe bacha lu,
Apni har saans mai har janam unke sang likh du.
Ye saanse agar tham bhi jayein,
Aye mere sanam aap humesha mere sang rahein.
Ye uljhi hui haathon ki lakeer,
Aapke aane se sajti hai taqdeer.
Mere rom rom bs ek hi hai naam,
Aye khuda padh le mere naam se aaya paigaam.
Daaman failaye fariyaad hai tujhse,
Humesha jode rakhna mujhe unse.
Wo mile sab kuch paa liya maine,
Aur kuch na ab mujhe chahiye.
Ankhiyon ko sukoon milta,
Jab chehra unka dikh jaata.
Is rani ki jaan tou hai wo raja,
Unhi ki badault meri maang mein sindoor saja.
Har koi chahta hai us aasmaan ke chaand ko,
Mera chaand tou mere paas humesha **
Sajda karu mai unki is rooh ko,
Suche moti se bhi saacha hai unka dil wo.
Poori kayenaat samet ke meri jholi mein daal di,
Is dil ki saanse tou us dil se humesha humesha ke liye judi.
Wo saath hain tou mera khuda hai mere pass,
Behad pyaara hai unka aur mera dil ka har ehsaas.
Jab raakh ** jayegi ye kaaya meri,
Mujhe har pal sukoon pahuchayegi awaaz wo teri.
Saanse rahe na rahe mere saathiya,
Humesha mere sang rehna mere mahiya.
Jab umar ki ye naiya bhawar badal legi,
Chehre ki chamak apne rang badal degi.
Fir bhi aap humesha mere sang rehna,
Mujhe aapse bs yahi hai kehna.
Bikhre bikhre se they hum pehle,
Aapke aane se is zindagi mein phul khile.
Mere pass shabd hi nahi hain ki kaise us uparwale ka ,
Mai shukriya ada karu? Aap mile sab kuch mil gaya.
Jab ye waqt khafa hone lagega mujhse,
Ye duniya bhi saath chhor degi aas rhegi tujhse.
Har kadam par saath rehna mere sanam,
Tere siwa koi nahi hai mera humdum.
Ye qismat humari bhut khel hai khelti,
Dil ki dadhkane har pal aapko talaashti.
Chahe kaisa bhi ** manjar,
Zameenein hongi banjar.
Tab bhi mere sang rehna.
Bs yhi hai aapse kehna.
Aapke ye ardhangini humesha hai aapke saath,
Haathon mein liye hardum aapka haath.
Chahe waqt badle ya taqdeer khel khele,
Har pal aapki biwi milegi aapko lagaye seene se .
Kuch nahi chahiye humein,
Neele gagan ke neeche kahin bhi aapke sang rehle.
Bs aap saath rehna,
Itna hi mujhe kehna.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Oh! Rama!
Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they tread!
Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mamons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
That will bring peace, progress, stability, justice and unity; not Pax Romana
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
I saw her
I saw her smile
Focus out through the sparkle
Reflecting from her danglers
And the ones in the atmosphere.
Turquoise sequinned with beige
Crackers, all around her
Our first new year
Where she took me by
My hand, entangling fingers
Lacing, when she thought she'd
Lost me,skipping between
White walls and brown floors
Finding a way out
Through the maze.
Low hung ceiling lamps.
Dragging me back through my memory doors
Remains the same
White walls and brown floors
While I wait outside.
Inside you're having your chemo.
Crackers
Inside my heart
Slithering through my mouth
I see her in between
Those flinging and swinging
Prayer flags, I recollect
Hanging them in the backyard
Of our home, you
Bargained them out
A flea market, before
That year's Diwali
You had inside of you
A life that would bless us
In three months.
A tangerine Georgette Saree
And rhyming with it,
Rani colored bangles
Sneaking up on the roof.
Crackers
White walls, wooden floors
You lie quiet, unmoved.
A skyrocket ups in a distance
As I light you up in flames.
Crackers
You'd always come back
Focusing, defocusing
My memories' pitaara
Sparkling, dangling
Skipping and lacing
Through all those crackers
Lighting me up
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Oh! Rama!
Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they trod!
Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mammons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthapanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
That will bring peace, progress, stability, justice and unity; not “Pax Romana”..
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
Nahi chahiye sobhagay aisa,
Jisme rukmini Krishna ki patrani ban gayi.
Nahi karna tap mujhe,
Jaise Parvati shiv ki ardhangini ban gayi.
Aur nahi bana aise ,
Raam ki sita Jo apne,
Pavitrata ke liye ,
Aag me jalke ,
Mitti se Pani ban gayi.
Likh apne pyaar ki adhuri si kahani ,
Jaise ek priye ban gayi apne saaware ki diwani ,
Ha ,
Mujhe bhi bana h vo Radha
Jo apne pyaar Mei,
Radha se Krishna ki
RADHA RANI
Ban gayi!
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
Many Happy returns of the Day Mani
Hope you celebrate such days, many
This world we know is fani
Your style of story-telling is toofaani
Hindi Raj Kumar’s famous dialogue, Eh Jaani
I am sure you are singing, Rajesh Khanna’s “Mere sapno ki Rani”
Sunday ** yah Monday, roz khao Andey!
We are okay to settle with Hyderabadi Biryani in Dande
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Osiem metrów wysokości.
Pośrodku szczelina.
Rzeźba dziecka z betonu
obok kontury ciała i pustka
po bezbronnej istocie,
której już nie ma.
Szorstka struktura szarości
rani delikatną skórę.
Głód. Choroby. Samotność.
Świat zapomina o tych,
co nie krzyczą głośno—
o tym co najbardziej boli:
o miażdżonej niewinności,
i olbrzymach pilnujących
orszak przestraszonych wielkich oczu
w małych, wychudzonych ciałach.
Pamięć nie jest wygodna.
Ona fizycznie boli.
Uparte rany nie goją się.
Było.
Jest.
Wije się w sąsiednich otchłaniach Tartaru.
Aksjomat przyjęty przez aklamację:
„Tak ma być!”
Cisza.
Na scenę wychodzi syn ocalałego.
Łamiącym się głosem szepcze:
Tata przeszedł piekło, ale kochał nas.
Przeżył, napisał pamiętniki.
Dał świadectwo.
Rozumiał ten wykolejony świat.
BROKEN HEARTS
Eight meters high.
A crevice in the center.
A concrete sculpture of a child
and the deep void.
Once there was another child,
now gone without a trace…
The rough grey texture
hurts fragile skin.
Hunger. Disease. Loneliness.
The world forgets
those who do not scream
and what hurts the most:
crushed innocence
guarded by the giants
watching the procession
of terrified wide eyes
in small, gaunt bodies.
Memory is not a peaceful place,
it brings physical pain.
It gnaws from underneath.
Stubborn,
festering wounds,
they refuse to heal.
It was.
It is.
It will happen again
by axiom,
accepted without question.
That is how it must be.
Like a venomous snake
slithering near the lands of Tartarus.
Endless sacrifice, leaden silence.
And then, the son of the survivor takes the stage.
He speaks in a whisper:
My Father went through hell, but he loved us.
He wrote it down—
a testimony of a derailed world.
He knew what it meant to be human
when it hurt.
He survived to love and to be loved.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow.
We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday.
It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up?
That’s a hard no.
let’s wax poetic..
Think not of winter as bleak
wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap
—for gelid wintertide can bind us together.
Midwinter is the time o' the year to be warm hearted,
to find a companion, a creature fair, a lass (or a manly man)
and suggest a more temperate snuggle— it can do no harm to try.
Think not of winter as bleak
make sweet use of flattery, and face cold’s embrace
likewise, cheek to cheek, with a warming and open heart.
.
.
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC
"Doream ca tu sa-mi fii alaturi,
Dar ai disparut si m-ai lasat plangand.
Vedeam sute de frumoase meleaguri.
Dar doar tu-mi erai frumoasa in gand."
Am sa te fac sa te ineci in sange
Si o sa iti vezi mama *** te plange.
Asa *** plang si eu de cateva luni incoace
Din cauza ca tie nimic nu-ti mai place.
Orice as face, nu e bine.
Oricat as incerca, tot nu o sa te am langa mine.
Tot ce faci e sa ma ignori
Fara sa stii, sau poate cu buna stiinta, ca asa ma dobori.
in plansete o tot tin
Si doar asa mai *** sa dorm.
Din al tau sange as face vin
Si doar cu el as putea sa te transform.
Dar degeaba, eu nu te *** rani.
Tu poti si o tot faci.
Caci tu pentru mine esti un zeu
Iar eu pentru tine m-as lupta cu mii de draci.
Am ganduri rele,
Incerc sa le alung.
Sentimentele-mi sunt grele
Si de realitate as vrea sa ma disjung.
Tu o sa-mi ramai vesnic in gand
Si eu doar cu gandul am sa raman, vesnic plangand.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
(ALHAJI (DR.) AMINU ADO BAYERO)
Kakkaki
Bidigar Sarki
Jama'ar birni ku fito...
Makasau Dan Bakan Dabo Ya fito.
Makasau Sarkin Kano Ya fito
Dan Bakan Dabo, Sarki ya fito
Aminu Ado, sai da kayi ya fito
Saki a kano mai tumbe ya fito
Jikan Dabo me ado dan bakan Dabo
Makasau sarkin kano mai adon Dabo
Me kyautar nera da anini da da kwabo
A tarihi nasa an duba kaf babu tabo
Ya mike ya tafi al'uma suna ta Odabo
Tgwayen sarkin Bichi da kano
Fata nasa kowa ya ci a kwano
Talawansa su mori dandano
Na mulki nasa a bich da Kano
Tare da shi a kyakkyawan kwano
Jikan Bayero sam baka da raini
A cikin dami da sanyi ko ko a rani
Jama'a na kaunar ka fanni fanni
Saboda kautar nera da anini
Da jin kai ga talakawan ka a birni
Kirkin ka ya zagawa birni da kauye
Ta ko ina alherin ka ya mamaye
Gwani, Idan kayi alheri baka waiwaye
Saboda a cikin alheri kake a zagaye
Hm! makiyan ka kullum za su karairaye
Mai hakuri dan mai hakuri, Makasau
Ka jure hawan Sallah har zuwa fanisau
Akan ingarman dikin ka kamar kosau
Wanda babu irin sa ko an je misau
Muhammadu Aminu dan Ado Bayero
Garnakaki namiji a kyuatar ka ba zero
Tsabar ilimin ka turawan sun baka biro
Cacnselo a calaba ka wuce a ce Pro
Sharrin makiyan k ba ya zuwa ko sun huro
dan Bakan Dabo jikan dabo me jalla
In ka fito, kwalliyar ka kowa sai ya kalla
ana rububin alaka da kai sai an kulla
Amma su wancanan ka sai anyi talla
Kai! a kano kai kadai ne sarki zalla
Kai ka yi kama da Bakan Dabo Ado
Mai martaba marigayi sarkin ado
Tabbas wannan haka yake kayo gado
Tun da ka dare karagar mulkin ka na gado
hakika makiyan ka ko sun bi sai sun gudo
Ina me ja ya zo ga me tsinkawa
Wani ya taba ja mun kai shi takalmawa
sai da yayi tattaki ya bi ta wudilawa
Ya rtsa gonaki yabi ketaren farawa
gashi ta maimaita carki ya tafi ba dwowa
Makasau ginshiki ne ga kano da kanawa
makasau dirka ne ga kano ba karyewa
Makasau Uba ne ga kano ba sauyawa
Makasau ka gaji bakan dabo babu adawa
Makasau ne sarki daya a kani anyi yabawa
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 6:20 AM UTC
The white city of the night
in that women are involved
in the dark year. The death
of a 4-year-old in deep water,
three European heads and
the best Asian skin, Latin
America has a large red color.
The constellation and the earth,
the historical sky, the sun
and the future love changed,
his wife, Queen Rani, the poems
of the French subculture. Where
my daughter is the daughter
of an ancient historical crystal.
"Moon and buyers" - fingers
are live drinks. The walls - open
robot. Right now, elegant animal
dreams are more complicated.
When Bob was very careful and
the cat was waiting, I was worried:
Russell's enjoyment of us
is vitamins and toys, helping us
clean the computer and the windows,
laughing laughing, glasses, vice,
girls and women and barbarians
with them Germans said, Stone said.
Also, the public. After reading my son,
I thought the Jewish insult to the forests,
the lack of housing and the study of the sea.
After the disaster is destroyed, Medusa
C Ritus is discovered. The girl was born
of a magic queen club and a poisoned brochure.
Satan's pain is a clear teacher.
The name of the image is more insulting,
neither faithful nor sweet. Parents
and women make mistakes. For drunken smokers
who wish to extend their height and weight,
the purpose is DTs and flirting, and the power
of collective shame of the soul enhances their youth.
Yes, he got and knew something wrong
and he met the big city Lucius drove,
he was responsible for English life because
he did not believe in Klein: no, no, no.
Williams & Williams is the main English
language of three cities, three cities and bridges,
red eagles and eagles. This prophecy meets Lysian.
William Wilson in England. Seven prophecies:
Black, Black, Black, Black, White, Black and White.
In France, France and the World Adviser
in Spain will not collapse. In Britain
and the United Kingdom, Williams and Williams,
Tom and Kokkinos live in three cities: Tom's Red
Drug in Russia! Because it belongs to Oriental life.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC