"sah" poems
juda hoke tujhse tut jayenge hum ,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum,
O hawa tham ja jara ye to bata de
Kab ek- dusare se mil payenge hum ,
tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum....
zindagi ki dor se tum bandhe **
Bata do sanam tum mujhse kyon ruth gye **
Tujhe pane ke liye har dukh sah jayenge hum
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. ...
Khud me dhundhane laga hoon tujhe ,
Jaan se bhi jyada chahne laga hoon tujhe
Tu meri kismat me nahi to kya hua,
Teri yaadon ko hi apna zindagi banayenge hum ,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. ..
Rone lagi kalme bhi meri teri yaadon ko likh
kar,
Hansne laga jawana bhi mere dil ki baat soon
kar,
Najane tujhe pane ke liye kitne thokar
khayenge hum,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. ..
tujhe to meri yaad bhi na aai ,
kaise katengi ye meri tanhai,
tanha yu akela es duniya se chale jayenge
hum,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
JISKI DHUN PAR DUNIA NAACHE ,DIL AISA EK TARA HAI
JO HUMKO BHI PYARA HAI AYR JO TUMKO BHI PYARA HAI
JHUM RAHI HAI SAARI DUNIA JABKI HUMARO GEETO PAR
TAB KAHTI ** PYAR HUA HAI KYA EHSHAN TUMHARA HAI
JO DHARTI SE MABAR JODE USKA NAAM MUHABBAT HAI
JO SEESHE SE PATTHAR TODE USKA NAAM MUHABBAT HAI
KTARA*2 SAGAR TAK ** JATI HAI HAR UMR MAGAR
BAHATA DARAIA WAPAS MODE USKA NAAM MUHABBAT HAI
PANAHO ME JO AAYA ** TO USPE WAR KYA KARNA ?
JO DIL HARA HUA ** USPE FIR ADHIKAR KYA KARNA ?
MUHABBAT KA MAZA TO DUBANE KI KASHMKASH ME HAI
JAB ** MALUM GAHRAI TO DARIA PAAR KYA KARNA
BASTI BASTI GHOR UDASI PARVAT PARVAT KHALIPAN
MAN HIRA BEMOL BIK GAYA GHIS GHIS REETA TAN CHANDAN
IS DHARTI SE US AMBAR TAK DO HI CHEEJ GAJAB KI HAI
EK TO TERA BHOLAPAN HAI EK MERA DEEWANAPAN
TUMHARE PAAS HU LEKIN JO DURI HAI SAMAJHTA HU
TUMHARE BIN MERI HASTI ADHURI MAI SAMAJHTA HU
BAHUT BIKHARA BAHUT TUTA THAPEDE SAH NAHI PAYA
HAWAO KE ISHARO PAR MAGAR MAI BAH NAHI PAYA
ADHURA ANSUNA HI RAH GAYA YU PYAR KA KISSA
KABHITUM SUN NAHI PAYI KABHI MAI KAH NAHI PAYA...
WRITTEN BY : SHASHANK KUMAR DWIVEDI
[email protected] (FACEBOOK)
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
em nwohs evah uoy tahw ees I~I see what you have shown me
delaever sah noitiutni ym tahw ees I~I see what my intuition has revealed
gnilriws ssendas dna epoh ees I~I see hope and sadness swirling
tnetni dna esoprup a ees I~I see a purpose and intent
noissap degac a ees I~I see a caged passion
traeh a ees I~I see a heart
gnipeeW~Weeping
sdnah ruoy ees I~I see your hands
gnihcaeR~Reaching
seye ruoy ees I~I see your eyes
gnihcaeT~Teaching
ylfnogard ees I~I see dragonfly
?elihwa syats ohW~Who stays awhile?
ffo stilf dnA~And flits off
nruter ot ylnO~Only to return
efas s’ti swonk eh nehW~When he knows it’s safe
yats oT~To stay.
traeh ruoy ees I~I see your heart.
gnos ruoy raeh I~I hear your song.
thgilf ruoy leef I~I feel your flight.
ecaps ruoy hcuot I~I touch your space
ecaf ruoy ees I~I see your face.
uoy ees I~I see you.
uoY~You.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:19 PM UTC
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil,
Tujhse milne ke liye najane kyon tadpta hain
ye dil,
Aaj mausam bhi udas hain tere bina,
Teri hi yaadon me najane kyon khoya rahta hain ye dil,
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil...
Mere dil me gairo ke liye koi jagah nahi,
Tujhse pyar karne ka koi dusra wajah nahi,
Aksar tut jata hain ye dil kisi ke pyar me,
Bah jati hain aansoo kisi ke intezar me,
Soch biti baton ko najane kyon rone lagta hain ye dil,
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain ye dil...
Tere pyar me judai hum sah nahi sakte,
Ekpal bhi ab tere bina hum rah nahi sakte,
Teri judai se najane kyon darta hain
ye dil,
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil,.
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil....
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
Hawa ban aapke sanson me utar jaunga,
Bhulna chahoge to dil kone baith jaunga,
Chahe Kitni bhi nafrat ** aapke dil me,
Mai bhir bhi aapko chahunga,
Tu chand mai Tara ban jaunga,
Ghane badalon me mai kho jaunga,
Jab nind se band ** jayengi aapki aankhen,
Chupke se mai aapke sapne me aa jaunga,
Aapki khushi ke liye khud mar jaunga,
Bhawara ban aapke kano me gungunaunga,
Khuda aapke chehre par yu hi muskan bnaye rakhe,
Aapka har GAM mai sah jaunga
Mai phir bhi aapko chahunga....
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
Jab se sath tohar chhut gail,
Hamar zindagi hamre se ruth gail,
tu t'h waada kailu sath nibhawe ke zindagi bhar,
Lekin tohar waada ek pal me kahen tut gail,
Naikhin sah sakat judai tohra pyar me,
mar jaib bhale tohre intejar me,
Dekh'na tohar deewana ke dil shisha jaise tut gail,
Jab se sath tohar chhut gail,
jab se sath tohar chhut gail,
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
Language: Roman-Hindi
dard hota hai ab yun dooor na jaaya kijiye
is theer ko ab is dil me hee rahne dijiye
sah na payega ab ye dil ye tho zara dekiye
kafa hain humse agar tho ek mauka aur dijiye
Translation in English
It hurts now don't stay away
Let this cupids arrow in my heart stay
This heart will not bear can't you see
If you are displeased, another chance I plea
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
When you see me
You see a peaceful joyful soul
When you see me
You see smiles and happiness
When you see me
You see a strong cheerful young man
When you see me
Yon don't see me like I see me
rorrim gnikool a otni kool I nehW
niap hguorht neeb esohw yob a ees I
rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW
ytitnedi on sah ohw nam gnuoy a ees I
rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW
eb ll'I yas elpoep nam eht ees t'nod I
rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW
erutuf on htiw eruliaf a ees I
When you see me
You don't see the real vulnerable
Me.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC
HR Mgr: So, Amber, you're applying for the file clerk position?
App: "Yea."(Keeps brushing her hair off of her right eyebrow)
HR: "You didn't fill in the space for your last name. Does Amber
have a last name?"
App: "Yea."(giggle). "Dexterous."
HR: "Amber Dexterous, interesting." and you say your former job
was "entertainment dancing."
App: "Yea."(Brush-brush!)
HR: "Poetry in motion, I'm sure." "Amber, are you a stripper?"
App: "I'm not a "Strip-AH! I'm a Dan-SAH!"
HR: "Okay, okay! So, do you use poles in your dance routines?"
App: "Nooooo, I don't do thaaa't. But, I do like the Canadians!"
copyright: richard riddle February 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Merindu itu tidak indah
Yang indah adalah bertemu
Setelah lama tak bertukar gundah
Didalam rangkulan saling mengadu
Merindu itu tidak indah
Yang indah adalah bertemu
Setelah lama tak bersentuh
Dibawah selembar kain saling menjamu
Merindu itu tidak indah
Yang indah adalah bertemu
Setelah terdengar lafalan khitbah
Sah tak lagi jadi sekedar tamu
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 5:25 AM UTC
Dard bhi khud hi dete ** dawa bhi khud hi dete **
Khata jab bhi mai kqrta hu saja bhi tum hi dete **
Pyar bhi mujhse karte **
Juda fir bhi kyun rahte **
Chahna tumko aadat hai,
Jindagi me tum shamil **
K tum meri hasrat **
Ye kaise bhool jate **
Mana k gam judai ka tumhe bhi tadpata hai,
Rulata hai tumhe bhi tumhe bhi dard hota hai,
Fir bhi khamosh hokar na jane ku sah lete **
Tasavvur mera hai tu mujhe manjoor karte **
Aansoo bahne lagte hai jab tum yaad aate **
Beraj hu mai tumse fir bhi tum rooth jate **
Jindagi hai tumhari ab ise kyun bhool jate **
Chahta tumko itna hu fir bhi kyun door rahte **
Bhool jao jamane ko paas mere aa jao,
Tum mujhse pyar karti **
Mai yumse pyar karta hu..
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
HR Mgr: So, Amber, you're applying for the file clerk position?
App: "Yea."(Keeps brushing her hair off of her right eyebrow)
HR: "You didn't fill in the space for your last name. Does Amber
have a last name?"
App: "Yea."(giggle). "Dexterous."
HR: "Amber Dexterous, interesting." and you say your former job
was "entertainment dancing."
App: "Yea."(Brush-brush!)
HR: "Poetry in motion, I'm sure." "Amber, are you a stripper?"
App: "I'm not a "Strip-AH! I'm a Dan-SAH!"
HR: "Okay, okay! So, do you use poles in your dance routines?"
App: "Nooooo, but, I do like the Canadians!"
copyright: richard riddle February 14, 2015
I should apologize for the "wordplay", but I won't! This piece was written for entertainment purposes only, and any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
Ich ging durch den beschmutzten bevölkerten Korridor mit den Reben, die drinnen und draußen wuchsen, entlang und ich sah in jeder Tür mein Spiegelbild, während ich vorüberging. Ich wohnte genau zum Zimmer – nicht einhundertfünfzig Zentimeter weg; die Entfernung war fast nicht größer, als ich war, und nicht alter. Ich erläuterte meine Angst vor dem Dunkel mit einem Frösteln. Meine Zähne klapperten und klingelnden Münzen, die in meiner Tasche blieben, schrien in meinem Ohr gewohnte Lieder.
Eine Tür öffnete und einen Moment lang hörten wir das Weltall. Wir allesamt waren in dem Korridor. Ein krystallener Stab wie einer, den Leute in der Versuchsansalt oder in der Kneipe benützten, zerbrach. Der Stabinhalt floß in die Hand des Mannes, der sein Zimmer verließ, eine silberne Flüssigkeit. Das Echo des Wortes „Quecksilber“ klang in dem Korridor.
Jedes Zimmer ist gleichbedeutend wie das Letztere, aber es ist auch unterschiedlich. Jedes beinhaltet grenzenlos Fähigkeiten, und unterschiedliche Chemikalien, unterschiedliche Chemie, und unterschiedliche Emotionen.
Ängstlich öffnete ich meine Tür und trat in einen millionsten Anteil von mir selber und ich war ich selber. Symphonien flossen von meinem Kopf weiter, und von den Symphonien kamen fliegende Fische.
Es war nicht wichtig, dass andere Menschen ähnliche Zimmer wie mein Zimmer hatten; es war nur wichtig, dass ihre Zimmer verschieden waren. Ihre Zimmer waren Käfige, genau wie ihre Herzen und auch ihre Hände. Der Mann im Korridor, der hirschartige Augen hatte, blies das flüssige Metall, das seine Hand fasste weg. Die Flüssigkeit wurde Staub und glitt zu mir wie Backpulver oder Schnee im Schneesturm. Ich konnte alles hören und ich musste mich von dem Weiß, das der Staub brachte, trennen. Ich hasste den öden Morgen, den das hervorbrachte.
Ich wollte meine Tür öffnen und wollte den silbernweißen Straub vorzeigen, dass ich auch Sachen in der Luft erschaffen konnte. Ich wollte, aber ich konnte nicht. Ich konnte Sachen in der Luft meines Zimmers erschaffen, aber nicht im Korridor. Man braucht Ressourcen, um etwas zu ändern oder zu formen. Ich besaß Keine.
Die Welt schüchterte die Leute ein, die Verstand hatten.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
A gentleman traveling through Alabama was interested in Uncle Ned. "So you were once a slave, eh?" said the gentleman.
"Yes, sah," said Uncle Ned.
"How thrilling!" exclaimed the gentleman. "And after the war you got your freedom, eh?"
"No, sah," said Uncle Ned gloomily. "I didn't get mah freedom, sah. After de war I done got married."
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen
Blühte dort in lichten Höhen
Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an
ob er es ihr steigen kann
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein
Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein
Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund
Beide fallen in den Grund
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
--
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
yad a ekam dluoc I fI
noitalsnart ni tsol saw eno on erehw
!eb dlouw taht yad yppah a tahw O
dniknam sah ydalam retaerg tahw roF
kcal elpmis ruo naht
.gniwonk fo
sdnim lautum ruo fo gniwonk ehT
dlog naht thguos erom si
revlis naht suoicerp erom
dnoyeb dna raf dna
derised erom
. sevlesmeht sthguoht eht fo yna naht
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
I can only infer you
speak of my skin
this beautiful brown
this lovely melanin?
Yes. Father’s no more,
now long gone, but before
he departed he worked
himself to the bone
straying not a day
from home.
As for my colour
you must be blind
the contorted
black darkness
you perceive
has never been mine.
Why is this hue such
an affront to you?
policemen, judge, jury
school-teachers too?
Now it is said
we’re real-good actors;
for we play many a part,
but you pay no mind
to such sentiment nor
proverbial heart-to-heart.
No sah!
Mistake not my
composure for failed
advance, blink once
*& I’ll lick you down
given half the chance!*
But then you, your ilk
and your briers sown
would just rise again
with sated verbal abuse
& agenda obtuse.
Lawd O’ Mercy
I want off this
deadly semantic
merry-go-round.
Go home!! N * * * * r!!!
Seething; they scream!
...there goes another
coloured criminal
KILLED
for being created
a shade of Eden's
dust of the ground.
Divine-rich-bloodied
melanite brown.
So, when you insult me
I can only infer,
you
speak of my skin;
this beautiful brown,
this lovely melanin.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
"Dalam segala manis dan tragisnya perkawinan,
Kami sebagai perempuan, mati berkali-kali
Dan lahir pula kembali—
Tentu juga berkali-kali
Disaat kau menyaksikan puluhan katup bibir yang mengatakan “Sah.”
Disaat itu pula,
Kau seakan disadarkan
Bahwa kau tak lebih dari pisau yang harus terus diasah
Bukan supaya tajam untuk dapat menikam,
Namun supaya siap mencacah manis-pahitnya peristiwa kehidupan menjadi dadu-dadu kecil
Lalu menanyakan untuk menyerapnya kembali
Untuk diri sendiri
Kau,
Mati dan lahir lagi,
Bukan sebagai isteri,
Namun seutuhnya sebagai wanita yang mengayomi
Sampai akhirnya kematian itu berdiri di depan pintu
Untuk menjemputmu lagi
Disaat kau duduk dan melihat pandangan puluhan manusia
Yang seakan-akan mengatakan,
“Berpandailah dengan urusan dapur.”
Mereka dengan bodohnya menutup mata kepada fakta
Bahwa sekarang, kau adalah busur
Yang dengan senantiasa akan mengarahkan kemana anak-anak panahmu melaju
Kau, bertulang rusuk dan adalah tulang rusuk
Bukan tulang rusuk dari lanangmu,
Namun dari rumah segala rumah
Disaat insan keci itu menangis lahir,
Disitulah Tuhan dengan segala kuasa-Nya menyemukakanmu
Dengan kelahiran yang absolut.
Mutlak. Nyata. Tanpa majas atau embel-embel.
Kau, bukan hanya wanita bersusu yang menyusui;
Walau serapanmu terhadap puji-kejinya kehidupan
Akan juga diserap oleh ‘anak panah’ mu
Melalui air susu dan tutur katamu
Disaat kau melahirkan anak manusia,
Tentunya tanpa tanda tanya,
Kau betul-betul
Lahir kembali."
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
Sie halt meine Liebe
Noch im Speicher
Ihre Augen werde ich nie vergessen
Ich sah Gott in ihr wie kein anderer
Wenn ich sie wieder zu sehen,
Wenn dor Tod keine Grenze
Lass es sein, oh Gott, lass es sein
Sie ubt Achtsamkeit in ihrem Gang
Sie spricht, wenn sie spricht
Sie liebt es, wenn sie allein ist
Sie erzahlte mir,
Und ich glaube, sie
Wenn das Ego hingibt Stolz
Wahre Macht gehalten wird
Wahre Liebe aufgedeckt
Und die wahre Wahrheit ans Licht -
Her kiss of days between
She holds my love
Still in memory
Her eyes I’ll never forget
I saw God in her like no other
If I am to see her again
If death is of no boundary
Let it be, oh God, let it be
She practices mindfulness in her walk
She speaks when she talks
She loves when she is alone
She told me
And I believe her
When the ego surrenders pride
True power is held
True love is uncovered
And the true truth is revealed
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 7:20 AM UTC
^sah wibee u aint see bout 4 man dem having convo above ya comment....u may have been beheaded in biblical times...lol....im hi like a bat in a cave dont be minding me, fighting the slave trapped and enraged and still i get my grind in me,reciting the words pain from the double edge engraved in me,im speaking into a vacuum cause even today the worlds mental state is still how can a slave be free..by choice we live in their system paying the Masters fee...Amen to that I know my Church brothers and sisters feeling me...lol....when ever im around my haters do frown cause the crowds like smokey please please speak..not even a mouse shall squeak..I soar with the eagles over the mountain peak..I am The One you seek ..Spread truth and love you dont see but by day 7 you'll peek..I love everyone but dont come with no pun a shot from a gun or a knife you'll leak..lol...The demon at the creek...can you here me creep.....can you hear the boards ...creak creak creak
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
in these years spent searching
for one to join with on this journey,
i've learned of preference,
all i want in a future mate
is someone who laughs at my jokes
and speaks with a british accent,
i make jokes too often
for silence to be a common response,
if this is to last forever,
i need not learn of tumbleweeds
and their propensity to roll,
and i know that fights will come,
i know that there will be
words shouted, that bubble forth
like rabid froth, and i know
that in those quiet moments
that follow, there's nothing
i'd rather hear than
"i'm sah-ray".
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
****** is so subtle in english society
that you almost seem to enjoy it
as if a comeback, but instead
what you should be expecting
is finding Las Vegas in a can of sardines;
those G.I.s were really thirsty on **** juice,
at war they used to drink the preservative oils
keeping the sardines hardly handy, thinking
of their girlfriends... mm meow moo oo.
spoke the tongue for 22 years and they still
think i have a Romanian accent...
lucky ************* i too thought i was sending
the Brits back to the concentration camps
of construction sites... no wait... there's
an office argument: we need new toasters among
other digital applications to push the button...
send in the chemical brothers... and a few Jamaican monkeys
should you have forgotten your riff of:
oom sah la la... sa la la see'h mambo'h;
hey, keep the bald eagle handy on your shoulder,
you never know when it might become a skin eagle.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
It was like an echo, an echo always heard
What would happen when it
Ceased,
Refrained,
Terminated
Its toll upon my thoughts,
But I found others heard this calling
Never voiced whispered unheard.
Raeh eseht sdrow nekops
Resaeler morf slioc htrib
Eht yek sah won denrut
Liked garbled refection knowing what
Is unknown, heeded as whispers
Clinging to me, a brushed off shudder
As what was a breath now clawing at my inner ear,
"Leave me alone,
"I just spoken to air,
Do you hear the voice, the one next to me said?
"Yes,
"Don't worry friend they'll not last,
"How long have you heard these thoughts,
Since I was born, I have known there meaning
Were yours garbled nonsense?
"Yes,
I understood the first one long ago, now just
Comfort these thoughts.
Like music on my soul, easing my moments
"There singing to me now a lullaby of.......
"Nurse,
"Nurse,
Tears escaped my stained eyes, How could...
"Sorry he's gone,
"Did you know him long,
The nurse spoke cold, then the child was gone
Eleven years old,
To young on this earth for him to be gone,
He said in our talks if I listen I could hear the
Whispers to let them talk.
Days passed and I listened to each breath spoken
Few words made sense.
Spoken,
Birth,
Key
To open what I need to concentrate. I listen
To the words spoken to me of a heart young
But mind as sharp as others older in
Wisdom than me.
I listen, empty minded moments letting the
Words speak upon me.
Then like a mist it lifts upon thoughts and
I eventually hear words in clarity.
"Hear these words spoken,
"Release from coiled birth,
"The key has now turned,
With those words spoken in lucidity, I hear
Everything as these words now have meaning they
Sing,
Whistle,
Serenade
To me as my heart releases all fears,
And I realise that this is my chime.
I am at peace as the words whisper nothings
But I understand all the words spoken to me.
This is my end my song of ended moments time
Has caught up and now sings my lullaby to my mind.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC