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Kis gunah ki saja tumne mujhe diya...? Ban ke bewafa tumne pyaar ko badnam kyon kiya....? Mila tumse mohabbat karne ka sila mujhe, Jite ji tumne mujhe ye judai ka zahar kyon diya...? Na karte pyar kabhi bhi tumse agar pta hota mujhe judai ka gam, Karke mujhe akela, kahan chale gye wo bewafa sanam, Kya duniya ki yahi reet hain...? Pyar aur Judai me aksar kyon judai ka hi jeet hain....? Kis janam ka badla sanam tumne mujhse liya...? Karke ghayal dil ko, mujhe akela yu chhod diya, Ab to ye duniya mujhe tane mar rahi, Kabhi laila majnu to kabhi heer ranjha ki pyar ki kahaniya suna rahi, Ja bewafa ja khush raho uske sath jise tumne apna bna liya, Dard dekar mujhe jo mere dil ko DARD -E- DIL bna diya, DARD -E- DIL bna diya.....
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
DARD -E- DIL
It's all reet lass I've turned leets out t'neet is gonna be a neet to remember yer cowat is in the cubby ol' hung and forgotten fer weir yer goin yer w'aint need it bed awaits our horizontal dancing mekin the beast with four legs you get yersen comfy I need a slash ill syphon me python an be reet with yer lay back n think of England coz nay one but me will hear the scream when I slip thee a length and mek the wet
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Yorkshire Seduction (let's see the read this then)
*You arrived suddenly in my tangerine bliss with my heart clinched in your fist you touched me... and the dance started with a gape of spontaneous combustion you swirled me around the dance floor dancing cheek to cheek....* we skipped the light fandango fox trotting and waltzing to the beat of tango the big band broke into a swing while the love light shone as a crystal disco ball jitterbug jive and a reet beet dance macabre and so light on our feet *You lead me by the hand bodies musing all the while... you lead me out by my hand and made way into the galaxy for our feet as we danced like fine wine...becoming intoxicated by its beauty~ you danced me into Shangri-La with my eyes wide and full of imagination we danced through tangled forests of light* like Fred and Ginger tiptoeing upon the backs of stars dipping into galaxies and twirling on quasars i hold your hand as you pirouette upon the moons of a mystic world as our romantic lambada is unfurled forbidden planets and forbidden dance the secrets of whirlwind romance *we were like Phoenix that had risen dancing into the morning dew and nectarine and I kissed you as the tangerines fell from the sky~ dazed with a trial of stars and then oh yes then.... I pronounced myself as yours....as we escaped to paradise dancing all the while.....cheek to cheek as you gave me the Tangerine Kiss.....* tangerine kisses, tangerine dreams sipped of the nectar of the gods the fruit of creation in the form of love a blessing from goddess, earth and above we dance the steps of swoon and lean and sweet nuances of tangerine with every blessing in between *I felt a kiss upon my frozen cheeks a clear promise of all our tomorrows as I sleep with love within our hearts your sweet tangerine kisses and dreams are part of our creation... straight from above My heart is dancing and dreaming with you always a blessing from God.*
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
The Tangerine Kiss / collabration with wolf spirit aka quinfinn
*You arrived suddenly in my tangerine bliss with my heart clinched in your fist you touched me... and the dance started with a gape of spontaneous combustion you swirled me around the dance floor dancing cheek to cheek....* we skipped the light fandango fox trotting and waltzing to the beat of tango the big band broke into a swing while the love light shone as a crystal disco ball jitterbug jive and a reet beet dance macabre and so light on our feet *You lead me by the hand bodies musing all the while... you lead me out by my hand and made way into the galaxy for our feet as we danced like fine wine...becoming intoxicated by its beauty~ you danced me into Shangri-La with my eyes wide and full of imagination we danced through tangled forests of light* like Fred and Ginger tiptoeing upon the backs of stars dipping into galaxies and twirling on quasars i hold your hand as you pirouette upon the moons of a mystic world as our romantic lambada is unfurled forbidden planets and forbidden dance the secrets of whirlwind romance *we were like Phoenix that had risen dancing into the morning dew and nectarine and I kissed you as the tangerines fell from the sky~ dazed with a trial of stars and then oh yes then.... I pronounced myself as yours....as we escaped to paradise dancing all the while.....cheek to cheek as you gave me the Tangerine Kiss.....* tangerine kisses, tangerine dreams sipped of the nectar of the gods the fruit of creation in the form of love a blessing from goddess, earth and above we dance the steps of swoon and lean and sweet nuances of tangerine with every blessing in between *I felt a kiss upon my frozen cheeks a clear promise of all our tomorrows as I sleep with love within our hearts your sweet tangerine kisses and dreams are part of our creation... straight from above My heart is dancing and dreaming with you always a blessing from God.*
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Wakey Wakey, rise and shine greet the morning with a smile wide awake and feeling fine dancing with this boy of mine. Twisting on the kitchen floor the monkey, the jive and many more, the mashed potato, the hustle too he follows my lead with a giggle or two. There's a hound dog, a jailhouse, some blue suede shoes as we Rave On with Buddy and Peggy Sue Reet Petite makes an entrance and whips up the crowd "Turn it up Daddy, I want this real loud!" Then on to the Land of a Thousand Dances even the dog's grinning wide as she prances we take Three Steps to Heaven and meet Cathy's clown then on to the next one, no time to sit down. So I'll fry up the bacon as my little bug jitters and poach us some eggs with some sweet 'tato fritters as I sing of Lucille, Maggie may and Delilah, then Shake Rattle and Roll to those Great ***** Of Fire.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
Rock n Roll breakfast
Me dil ka bnda hu janaab dimaag se sochna nhi aaya... Baato ko kese bna k bolu, yr mjhe bolna nhi aaya... Janta hu hota h kuch logo k chehre pe naqaab, pr kya Karu... Fayda utha lete h wo mera, kyoki mjhe naqaab utarna nhi aaya... Fareb ka choga pehan k, dilo Ko jeetna nhi aaya... Lagta h bewkoof hu jyada, duniya ki reet samjh hi nhi paya... "Yaha ki yhi reet h yhi riwaj h... Har ek acha h, har ek k chehre pe naqaab h... Masumiyat, asliyat, Mohabbat, izzat, sb kho Gaya h show-off k daldalo me... Yaha pe to yaro Jese sb raeesh h or sb nawaab h..." Agr esi h duniya ki reet, to me Anjaan hi Shi hu... Kyoki esa show-off to mjhe karna hi nhi aaya... Me Dil ka bnda hu janaab, dimaag se sochna hi nhi aaya...
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Dil ka bnda
Mausam bindaas hai Fir bhi dil udaas hai Sab kehte hain boondein khushiyaan lehraati hain.. Fir Kyun mujhko ye sisakte aanso lagte hain Na jaane kaise ye reet hai..? Shrishti ki khushi..meghon ke rone mein.. Dharti ka adhikaar ya aasmaan ka badappan.. Jaane kaun sahi hai kis roop mein..? Adhbhut anokha.. Be-missal pyaar.. Na dharti per ** sookha.. na aasmaan ** kaala..!!!
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
Na jaane kaise ye reet hai..?
_Bas hame malum naa tha kisi ke sath pane ki khawahish bhi na thi kisi se bicharne ka gam v nahi tha To kya tha jo tha bas hame malum naa tha. Jane anjane me hua tha hame v kuch kabhi The bekhabar hm bhi Khudse hii khabar the Til Til se sanjoya tha khaboo ka v mahal kabhi hhmne Tut gaye sare khawb par til v na dikhi Khawbo ki atishbaji dil me iss qudar ** rhi thi Jaise khuli aashaman me tare nazae aane lage the Uss hasin shaam ko main Dulhan ki tarah saji uss saksh e oo aam ka main Talab e intazar kar rhi thi Par wo nahi aaya Wo pal tham si gyi Meri sanse ruk hii gye Mano Bin mausam ki bijliya barasne lage Aachank tufan sa utne laga Mere dil ke har kone me Brishsh v hui khuli ragistan m yado ka silsila mitne laga kuch is quadar jaise Reet pani me tairne lagi Bas hame malum naa tha._
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
Bas hame Malum naa tha💓
Hum jise  sach man rahe the Wo to  tha  ek vaham apno ne hi maar Diya Varna Gairo mein Kya  tha dum Bhool Hui sabhi ko samaj ke apna Wo to gulam samajke todte Gaye sapna Janam le liya Sirf itna tha gunah Iski saari umra milti rahi saja Socha tha hai humara hak, hai humara bhi mahatva Badi der lagi samajne mein nahi humara koi astitva Yeh aisi duniya jisme prem se bada aham Saari umra jise sachchai samja wo to nikala bhram E dile nadaan na karna koi ummeed Jald hi seekh le  yeh hi hai jag ki reet Jane kis Kalam se likhi khuda ne hamari kismat Saari Zindagi pyaar na Mila mili hai sirf nafrat Than li hai ab khud se muh na modenge Jo bahar se na Mila use ander hi khojenge
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Untitled
So As You can see, All I wanted was you, and Now I got nothing.             And Yet I have everything.          It's the little Things in life that matter. However, being with you was the greatest moment In my life, but I will find someone who means so much more. Now; I will just sit here and watch the sun as it Goes down, only to wait until it raises to greet a new day.
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Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC
Say Anything
Whether it turned out good or it turned out bad casting back through the memory I have to admit He were a bonny looking lad, a reet bobby dazzler as gran used to say. But everything went wrong or went to Hong Kong and everything else came from China. These days. Huddled in corners to have a quick smoke where we spoke of Formosa which always seemed closer than Taiwan ever did. Those days. We bid at the auctions to buy friends for the weekends and then we go home on our own. Self sacrifice is a heresy, ask them down on the front line where time wages war on the poor. He were still a bonny lad, mum said, 'takes after his dad' who were a bonny lad too.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
The cotton bobbin.
*Gray hardwood Creek saga , hillside natural harmonies Woodland musicians and warriors blended into Coweta flora with piedmont songsters Sip sip cha shree mockingbird melody Whoo -reet bobwhite chantey from floor to - windamere operas brushing live oak canopies Land blushing with evening blue , stippled in magenta and lavender cirrus sunset* ...
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
Return To Home ....
Ye zindgi ki kshti h Isse tm ghbrana mt Musibato ki leher se ghbra kr Isko tm dubana mt Ye zindgi ki reet h Kbhi acche to kbhi bure logo se tmhe milwaygi Alg alg tareeko se tmhe staygi Tmhari psnd ki chijo k liye tmhe tdpaygi Kbhi hsaygi to kbhi rulaygi Pr tm b in chunautiyo se kbhi ghbrana mt Zindgi ki ldai me tm kbhi rukna mt Aaj kch bura h to kl kch accha b hoga Aaj tm akele ** to kl koi tmhare saath b hoga Aaj agr andhera h to kl swera b hoga Isi aasha k saath is zindgi se jeetna b hoga
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
Zindgi ki kashti
*Koo soo whew , koo soo whew , trawrr weet trawrr weet Piddy shew piddy shew Treat treat **** --throo heet throo heet Pwoo troo pwoo troo reet pwoo troo pwii troo reet Trigger trigger trigger neat , trigger trigger trigger neat Whipp poor will  whip poor will Wheww wha wheww , wheww wha wheww* ...
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Notes from Port Lake songbirds ...
Days when I struggle 'N' nowt seems reet 'N' t' big stuff is consumin me 'N' then mi mates come round Drink some beer Eat some food Talk some **** Watch a film All o' t' stuff as matters They know I could talk about t' big stuff But I won't They know me an' I'm safe It dunt matter What matters now is the size of a chimps *****
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Mates
Across the way I see you there standing hunched with lanky hair. Shoulders slouched, reet drag behind, despair clings to you, no happiness of any kind. Life seems grim, no hope to be found. Eyes bloodshot, spirit soul bound. Tied to a path you don't wanna take. There is nothing you can do to escape your fate. But what if I told you that I had a way, a way to be you, to help you break away? Would you give me a chance, listen to what I say, or is your spirit too broken to believe I have a way? So there you will stay in your empty little shell. I have tried to save you, but you have already fell. Fell into that deep hole where depression sets in & you don't even care, you chose to sink, not swim. A pity, you choose to stay in your world of dark despair until someone pulls you out by showing that they care. This is what I want, want to do for you. We've only just met, yet I know that this is true. Love at first sight is what they'll say this is, but I say it's something else, not just wanting a kiss. It's wanting to show a person that someone is out there, someone to cherish to show that they care. If you let me, you will be my treasure. I'll pull you from depression, show you a life with no measure.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Seven . Swim
Lust is l(ove) (st)reet without you Lust is Lost without you Lust is life with "I" (f)eeling (e)xcited Lust is flexible but never a sin until it is with (u)
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 12:54 AM UTC
Jumbles
A Yorkshire Lads' Night Out... Are you theer? Aye, I am, well, I’m near… Puffin’, ! How many effin' steps to get here?" I said “now then!” He said “reet!” “How are you?” He said “reet…Aye neat!” “Ar thee?” I said “Yeah!” “Tha’s alreet then!” I said “sha we gerron then?” He said “Aye… Me stomach thinks me throat’s been cut and Ah'm as dry as uz father's back ginnel… Let's av that sup.” Eh… That’s a reet good drop”. It should be it’s from our dad’s own shop. Tekkin' in the best view in With we supped and enjoyed the sunset view ower’t town & sea from lighthouse top. Aye, T't Keeper's a mate a marn! I said “I think I’ve had more than you. So he’d  another big-un to level it up! “I’d say we probably drank a tad too much”… cos we staggered a bit on’t way back home. “We’ll that were gradely… “Al si thee then” he said “stay well”. Aye he said “an you as well!”
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Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 11:35 AM UTC
Now then!...
Friday night, half five. Offices, factories, fish docks, shops’d unload… Pan-stick applied, lippy, slap, fresh scent… ancient Brits in finest 'warpaint' woad. Oxford Bags, double breasted jacket, 10 **** Brilliantine and Brylcreem. The Hull to Withernsea train stood ready with a full head of steam. The preened, the pummed - the chancers, romancers… loves young dreamers, the loved up dancers - . Laden with laughter, the Friday night ‘With’ Special lurches out of Hull… 15 miles of glistening steel… an escape route from the drudge, the cludge, to ‘Crazy Night’ chances of a naughty weekend. It’s anything but dull…       Paragon to Scullcoates, Southcoates & Marfleet the carriages already full to burstin’ and the wackiness awaits. Hedon Speedway, Rye Hill and Burstwick trundling by… Hedonists through Hedon’s Gate sleepy Patrington, Hollym… With! Piling off the platform toward digs and guest house fun, stuffed weekend bags… A thruppeny bit to the sack truck boy and one of your precious **** We’re carousing down the street, half the city must be here and the feeling… well it’s reet! Gagging for a beer - but first… “Ooh, Mr & Mrs Smith is it?”… the landlady asks with a knowing wink. Bags in, **** out - into The Alex  for a drink… before tripping to The Queen’s and 'Crazy Night!' Tuppence and a jam jar (don’t ask) gets you in and it’s mayhem - out of sight! What a din! Lively band, cheap drinks… what a night! Girls giggle in gaggles, dancing round their bags… The lads... a beer, a laugh, a leer and passing round the **** The whole of Hull turns out in our With on a summer’s Friday night. 1935… the town’s throbbing… will it, ever again, see the like?
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
'Crazy Night' - Withernsea ('With') 1935
Friday night, half five. Offices, factories, fish docks, shops’d unload… Pan-stick applied, lippy, slap, fresh scent… ancient Brits in finest 'warpaint' woad. Oxford Bags, double breasted jacket, 10 **** Brilliantine and Brylcreem. The Hull to Withernsea train stood ready with a full head of steam. The preened, the pummed - the chancers, romancers… loves young dreamers, the loved up dancers - . Laden with laughter, the Friday night ‘With’ Special lurches out of Hull… 15 miles of glistening steel… an escape route from the drudge, the cludge, to ‘Crazy Night’ chances of a naughty weekend. It’s anything but dull…       Paragon to Scullcoates, Southcoates & Marfleet the carriages already full to burstin’ and the wackiness awaits. Hedon Speedway, Rye Hill and Burstwick trundling by… Hedonists through Hedon’s Gate sleepy Patrington, Hollym… With! Piling off the platform toward digs and guest house fun, stuffed weekend bags… A thruppeny bit to the sack truck boy and one of your precious **** We’re carousing down the street, half the city must be here and the feeling… well it’s reet! Gagging for a beer - but first… “Ooh, Mr & Mrs Smith is it?”… the landlady asks with a knowing wink. Bags in, **** out - into The Alex  for a drink… before tripping to The Queen’s and 'Crazy Night!' Tuppence and a jam jar (don’t ask) gets you in and it’s mayhem - out of sight! What a din! Lively band, cheap drinks… what a night! Girls giggle in gaggles, dancing round their bags… The lads... a beer, a laugh, a leer and passing round the **** The whole of Hull turns out in our With on a summer’s Friday night. 1935… the town’s throbbing… will it, ever again, see the like?
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It seems I’m a flash in the pan man. Too many dreams unfulfilled. Always swimming against the tide. Things I know I should’ve done. I’m procrastination personified. Bold ambition killed… An attempt on Ben Nevis when Everest was maybe what really I should’ve done… Doggie Paddling (in training of course) off Littlehampton beach might not make you dance & sing… If Channel swimming, you now realise, would have been a better thing…. So, “Could do better” was always the school report mantra. “He’s definitely got it but doesn’t think he needs to try…and yeah, he’s Knocked it into Neutral, he’s cruising, That’s what they said. But why? He knows it - but never shows it. Not so much brought up as dragged around - it caused tears… Uprooted every two or three years as, parental careers, the opportunities might dictate…ever upward so we moved… We did move around a lot, but no long stays 9 different schools - all approved. always the new boy… Too many first days. But fresh starts open doors; broaden the view. I’ve seen more new schools than most folk do. Vistas afresh. Unfamiliarity the cue… to learn anew…the local geography or new dialect… “Eh up lad are you reet?” begets “alright mate? And, you’ll fit in fine if you speak the language! So round here, as ever, I landed…with my best Southern ‘posh’… a plummy… “Hello, how are you?” to the letter… Yeah pretty good… but could do better!
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 8:08 AM UTC
Doesn’t pay Attention Could do Better... Ma!... the Teacher’s sent a letter!