"sathi" poems - Hello Poetry

Chand ko dekhkar yaad tumhari aati hai, Chand ki chandni b sath rahkar door hojati hai, Chand ne auron ko to khush rakhti hai chandni apne ujale se, Par chand se poocho jara k vo usk paas kab aati hai ?, Raat bhar jagkar jo duniya ko roshan karta hai, Andar hi andar vo bhi judai ki aag me jalta hai, ** kar rahe ae mere khushiyon k maalik tum bhi kuch aisa, Mai dhoondhta rahta hu tumko paas apne, Aur tum kahiin door nikal jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Kyun khataye meri tumhe har baar dikh jati hai, Kabhi paas aakar to dekho mai kitna gunahgaar hu, Tum to ruswa ** jate ** bewajah mujhse, Aur na ki hui khata ki saja mujhe de jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Choot jate hai jo judai ki maar se mai vo dil ka saudagar nahi, Tum to bas kuch pal bitakar sath me fir se meri duniya ko banjar bana jate ** Kabhi tum bhi mujhe aaajma kar dekho kareeb se, Kyun door rahkar mujhe doori ka ehsaas kara jate ** ** tum hi sirf meri jindagi me jise chaha dil ki har khwahish se, Aur tum ** k gairon ko mera batakar rooth jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Mai nai hu vo jise duniya dil parast kahti hai, Mai to deewana hu tumhari har baat ka, Fir bhi na jane ku roothkar tapadne k liye chod jate ** Ban jaun ttera har pal ka sathi, Kyun aisi koi saja nahi, Jindagi bhar rone k liye, Har baar kyun tanha kar k chale jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Kyun bhool jate ** k mai bhi hu tumhari raah me, Khada hi aankhen band kark tumhe paane ki chah me, Akhir aisa bhi kya k mere rone se bhi tum rooth jate ** Mujhe apna banakar pal bhar me paraya ban jate ** Fir bhi na jaane ku chaand ko dekhkar yum yaad aate ** i love you alot. N you are my only wish, need n reason. Trust me i love you n only you. Please my sweet heart marry me. I cant live widout you n our baby.

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May 11, 2019

May 11, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC

ankitdubey

Chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **

Chand ko dekhkar yaad tumhari aati hai, Chand ki chandni b sath rahkar door hojati hai, Chand ne auron ko to khush rakhti hai chandni apne ujale se, Par chand se poocho jara k vo usk paas kab aati hai ?, Raat bhar jagkar jo duniya ko roshan karta hai, Andar hi andar vo bhi judai ki aag me jalta hai, ** kar rahe ae mere khushiyon k maalik tum bhi kuch aisa, Mai dhoondhta rahta hu tumko paas apne, Aur tum kahiin door nikal jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Kyun khataye meri tumhe har baar dikh jati hai, Kabhi paas aakar to dekho mai kitna gunahgaar hu, Tum to ruswa ** jate ** bewajah mujhse, Aur na ki hui khata ki saja mujhe de jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Choot jate hai jo judai ki maar se mai vo dil ka saudagar nahi, Tum to bas kuch pal bitakar sath me fir se meri duniya ko banjar bana jate ** Kabhi tum bhi mujhe aaajma kar dekho kareeb se, Kyun door rahkar mujhe doori ka ehsaas kara jate ** ** tum hi sirf meri jindagi me jise chaha dil ki har khwahish se, Aur tum ** k gairon ko mera batakar rooth jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Mai nai hu vo jise duniya dil parast kahti hai, Mai to deewana hu tumhari har baat ka, Fir bhi na jane ku roothkar tapadne k liye chod jate ** Ban jaun ttera har pal ka sathi, Kyun aisi koi saja nahi, Jindagi bhar rone k liye, Har baar kyun tanha kar k chale jate ** Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate ** Kyun bhool jate ** k mai bhi hu tumhari raah me, Khada hi aankhen band kark tumhe paane ki chah me, Akhir aisa bhi kya k mere rone se bhi tum rooth jate ** Mujhe apna banakar pal bhar me paraya ban jate ** Fir bhi na jaane ku chaand ko dekhkar yum yaad aate ** i love you alot. N you are my only wish, need n reason. Trust me i love you n only you. Please my sweet heart marry me. I cant live widout you n our baby.

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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

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Dec 28, 2012

Dec 28, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC

pnasarudheen

Oh!Rama!

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

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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”..

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Dec 30, 2012

Dec 30, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC

pnasarudheen

Oh!Rama

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”..

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Ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai Tadpan, peer, udaasi, aansoo, baichaini, upwaas, amawas, ajab preet ka mausam man mein patjhar hai, nayano mein pawas, is almast jugalbandi se bahar, kuch bhi preet nahi hai, ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai…. Log mile kitne angaaye, kitne ulajh ulajh suljhaaye, kitni bar darane pahunche, aankhon tak kuch kaale saaye, jo in ka yugbodh na samjhe, sathi hoga meet nahi hai, ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai….. Apmaano ki saras kahani, jag bhar ko hai yaad jubaani, aur vijay ke udghoshon par , duniya ki yun aanakaani, khud se alag lade yuddhon mein jeet mili, par jeet nahi hai, ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai….

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Dec 5, 2017

Dec 5, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC

shashank-k-dwivedi

Ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai

Ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai Tadpan, peer, udaasi, aansoo, baichaini, upwaas, amawas, ajab preet ka mausam man mein patjhar hai, nayano mein pawas, is almast jugalbandi se bahar, kuch bhi preet nahi hai, ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai…. Log mile kitne angaaye, kitne ulajh ulajh suljhaaye, kitni bar darane pahunche, aankhon tak kuch kaale saaye, jo in ka yugbodh na samjhe, sathi hoga meet nahi hai, ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai….. Apmaano ki saras kahani, jag bhar ko hai yaad jubaani, aur vijay ke udghoshon par , duniya ki yun aanakaani, khud se alag lade yuddhon mein jeet mili, par jeet nahi hai, ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai….

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Pyaar ha pyaar itna pyaar Jo mujhe, mujhako batati hai Kya sahi, Kya galat Ye samjhati hai Kuch bhi yaha vaha Kiya na Kaan pakad Kar bahut datati hai Ye karna hai Tum Kar loge Aapni bhi takat, mujhme lagati hai Gurur hai mujhe Mera hausla hai Itna ki kabhi jivan sathi , kabhi maa , kabhi dost to kabhi guru ban jati hai Pyaar ha pyaar itna pyaar Sath hu har Safar, Har muskil halat me Mai kabhi bola hi nahi O khud samajh jati hai

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC

dharmendra-kumar

Pyaar ha Pyaar

Pyaar ha pyaar itna pyaar Jo mujhe, mujhako batati hai Kya sahi, Kya galat Ye samjhati hai Kuch bhi yaha vaha Kiya na Kaan pakad Kar bahut datati hai Ye karna hai Tum Kar loge Aapni bhi takat, mujhme lagati hai Gurur hai mujhe Mera hausla hai Itna ki kabhi jivan sathi , kabhi maa , kabhi dost to kabhi guru ban jati hai Pyaar ha pyaar itna pyaar Sath hu har Safar, Har muskil halat me Mai kabhi bola hi nahi O khud samajh jati hai

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Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per Has padta hu Itna gyan prapt kar liya fir bhi pathar ki murti samne hath jod kar khada hu Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per has padta hu. Sau chuhe to humne bhi mare, namak dalkar bhi humne khae par jab haj per pahunche tab pata Chala ki vah sab to viarth tha. Dharm aur Bhakt ki kya yah dosti badi aanokhi hai buddhu pahla wala banata hai, dusre wala samjhata hai ki buddhu kaise banaa hai. Tu jise maine dekha nahin bus khali teri batay hi suni hay To ab tu hi bata k tuj par kesay visvas Kar Lu par tu bataee ga bhi kesay Kabhi Kabhi to main yah sochta hu ki agar tu na hota to kya hota ? Agar tu hay us Ka bhram na hota to yah pakshpath na hota, tu alag mein alag aisa mahsus na hota insan insan ke barabar hota. Maine suna hai ki har Kan mein hai tu To tere liye ye ghar banane ki itni jid kyon? Tu kya tu nahin chahta use jagah per ek bhavya vidyalay bane? Kuch dost to mere aise bhi hai ki jab ab dharm per vivad hota hai tu yah sunana nahin bhulate ki unhone yah dharm granth pada hai aur sathi sath yah bhi nahin bolate ke tu bhi yah dharm granth pad. Agar dharm granth padhne ke baad ahankar aata ** to vah granth na pado to behtar hai. Vishvaas ki kai paribhashaye hai Jaise Shaniwar ko chana, tel aur chappal Na khaya, lagaya aur kharida jata hai. Or jab poochho k kyon? To uttar aisa milta hai jis per vishvaas nahin hota. Vishvaas karo To prashn nahin, aur prashn Karo to tumko vishvaas nahin, yah kaisi andhvishwasi mayajaal hai jismein ek ke liye suraj nila hi, To dusre ke liye hara hi Aur teesra aankhen kholne ko taiyar nahin kyunki use ine donon per VISHVAAS NAHIN.

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Oct 10, 2020

Oct 10, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC

pranaynp

Vichaar Ya Vishvaas?

Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per Has padta hu Itna gyan prapt kar liya fir bhi pathar ki murti samne hath jod kar khada hu Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per has padta hu. Sau chuhe to humne bhi mare, namak dalkar bhi humne khae par jab haj per pahunche tab pata Chala ki vah sab to viarth tha. Dharm aur Bhakt ki kya yah dosti badi aanokhi hai buddhu pahla wala banata hai, dusre wala samjhata hai ki buddhu kaise banaa hai. Tu jise maine dekha nahin bus khali teri batay hi suni hay To ab tu hi bata k tuj par kesay visvas Kar Lu par tu bataee ga bhi kesay Kabhi Kabhi to main yah sochta hu ki agar tu na hota to kya hota ? Agar tu hay us Ka bhram na hota to yah pakshpath na hota, tu alag mein alag aisa mahsus na hota insan insan ke barabar hota. Maine suna hai ki har Kan mein hai tu To tere liye ye ghar banane ki itni jid kyon? Tu kya tu nahin chahta use jagah per ek bhavya vidyalay bane? Kuch dost to mere aise bhi hai ki jab ab dharm per vivad hota hai tu yah sunana nahin bhulate ki unhone yah dharm granth pada hai aur sathi sath yah bhi nahin bolate ke tu bhi yah dharm granth pad. Agar dharm granth padhne ke baad ahankar aata ** to vah granth na pado to behtar hai. Vishvaas ki kai paribhashaye hai Jaise Shaniwar ko chana, tel aur chappal Na khaya, lagaya aur kharida jata hai. Or jab poochho k kyon? To uttar aisa milta hai jis per vishvaas nahin hota. Vishvaas karo To prashn nahin, aur prashn Karo to tumko vishvaas nahin, yah kaisi andhvishwasi mayajaal hai jismein ek ke liye suraj nila hi, To dusre ke liye hara hi Aur teesra aankhen kholne ko taiyar nahin kyunki use ine donon per VISHVAAS NAHIN.

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Bored of *** she made a pyre. Motionless he lay, The last sandal log hid his sky. Shriek of raw body echoed Meek, like crystal hiss of Torrid metal, phosphorous And sulphur in the hugging kiln. As if entering the honeymoon suite, Fragrant of incense sandal sticks, Seven footsteps she took, On to his bed of fire, slumped, Embraced SATHI.

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC

sivakumar-ambalapuzha

Sathi

Bored of *** she made a pyre. Motionless he lay, The last sandal log hid his sky. Shriek of raw body echoed Meek, like crystal hiss of Torrid metal, phosphorous And sulphur in the hugging kiln. As if entering the honeymoon suite, Fragrant of incense sandal sticks, Seven footsteps she took, On to his bed of fire, slumped, Embraced SATHI.

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