"seene" poems
Palkein bhi ankhiyon se karti hain shikayat,
Aayi hai kaisi kayamat,
Kyu mujh par bin mausam barsaat karti **
Jaanti hu dard bhara hai seene mein par mujhko kyu bhigati **
Sikhati hai bahut hua paani barsaana,
Dusro ki khushiyon mein apni manzil hai pana,
Dusro ka marham bankar
Hriday mein deep jalakar
Khushiyon ke geet gaana hai,
Apni jhopdi jali ** bhale kisi aur ki nahi ujadne dena hai,
Kasam hai khayi,
Haaregi jaroor burayi,
Aag lagi hai dil mein
Khade hue hain fir se
Log kehte hai paisa hai khushiyon ki chabi
Galat, bilkul galat wo sirf hai jaroori
Paisa khushiyan nahi khareed sakta
Dusro ko khushi dekar is masoom dil ko sukoon milta,
Pochh do kisi ki bheegi palkein
Milengi anekon duaein
Antaraatma bhi hogi paavan
Khush honge bhagwan
Dua hai dil se hamari
Bhale le lo hamari khushiyan saari
Par is dil se kisi ka dil na tute
Warna ruth jayenge khud se,
Hamare ruthe chehre bhi khile gulaab ban jate hai,
Jab kisi ke chehre par hamari wajah se muskan aate hai,
Ab Naa koi dard, Naa kisi gum ka saya hoga,
Hume khush dekh dard bhi akele me muskuraya hoga,
Dusaro ki muskan lana hi hamari khwaish hai,
Na kisi se koi bair, Na kisi se koi numaish hai,
Jo log kisi rote hue ko insaan ko hasate hai,
Wo log khuda ko bhi bahut hi bhate hai,
Khuda unlogo pr kripayen aapar kar dete hain,
Unki jholi sirf khushiyo se bhar dete hain,
Ek sadharan insaan bhagwan budha, Mahaveer tabhi kahlata hai,
Jab kisi ke berang sapno me sunhare rang bhar jata hai,
Hamari apni khushi bhale hi humse ruthi hai,
Ab tou dusro ki khushi hi hamari khushi hai,
Hamari khushi hai.....
Collaboration by Shrivastva MK and Sonia Paruthi
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:55 AM 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
Tum bheegna chahti thi baarish me hanth me hanth pakadkar,
Tum aana chahti thi jindagi me meri khushi bankar,
Chahti thi tum kabhi k mai tumoo baahon me bhar loo,
Sona chahti thi tum mere seene pe sar rakh kar,
Kha tumne hi ek din tha k tham lo haanth tum mera jindagi bhar k liye,
Mujhe bas apna bana lo tum aane vaale har pal k liye,
Har baar dil ko mere sunahre sapnr dikhaye tumne,
Kabhi mere haanthon ko choomkar to kabhi hanthon me haanth pakadkar,
Inkar tumko bhi nahi tha k tumhe mujhse mohabbat hai,
Sirf mujhko hi nahi tumhe bhi mujhse utni hi mohabbat hai,
Tumhar bhi kabhi khwahish thi k baal sanwaroo mai tumhare,
Ungliyon se pajadkar kaan k paas le jaaun sare,
Saath bitayen jindagi baant le har muskurahat aur ansoo aapas me hi saare,
Magar tanha is dil ko ehsaas hua jab toota ye sapna,
Meri khatao se rooth kar rukh mod liya tumne jab apna,
Ab na baaki rah gayi jafa koi,
Tumhe vaapas bulane ki,
Tum mujhse door ** gayi ** chahat todkar apni,
Tum mujhse rooth jati ** ku vaade bhoolkar sare,
Ijaajat tumne hi di thi tumko satane ki,
Satata aaj b nahu hu,
Khata fir bhi ** jaati hai,
Chalo ek baar aa jao,
Na mujhse door tum jao,
Gunah mere kiye saare ,
Bhulakar dil ki ranjish ko paas aa jao tum mere,
Samajh jao dil ki tadpan ko nigahen mujhse na fero,
Aaajao is baar pyaar me kar le milkar k vaade sare poore,
Jo meri nasamjhi se abhi tak rah gaye adhoore,
Paas tum aa jao mere paas tum aa jao mere,
Ek tum hi to ** meri koi aur nahi kareeb shiva ek pyaar k tere.
I love u
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds
See where she sits upon the grassie greene,
(O seemely sight!)
Yclad in Scarlot, like a mayden Queene,
And ermines white:
Upon her head a Cremosin coronet
With Damaske roses and Daffadillies set:
Bay leaves betweene,
And primroses greene,
Embellish the sweete Violet.
Tell me, have ye seene her angelick face
Like Phoebe fayre?
Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace,
Can you well compare?
The Redde rose medled with the White yfere,
In either cheeke depeincten lively chere:
Her modest eye,
Her Majestie,
Where have you seene the like but there?
I see Calliope speede her to the place,
Where my Goddesse shines;
And after her the other Muses trace
With their Violines.
Bene they not Bay braunches which they do beare,
All for Elisa in her hand to weare?
So sweetely they play,
And sing all the way,
That it a heaven is to heare.
Lo, how finely the Graces can it foote
To the Instrument:
They dauncen deffly, and singen soote,
In their meriment.
Wants not a fourth Grace to make the daunce even?
Let that rowme to my Lady be yeven.
She shal be a Grace,
To fyll the fourth place,
And reigne with the rest in heaven.
Bring hether the Pincke and purple Cullambine,
With Gelliflowres;
Bring Coronations, and Sops-in-wine
Worne of Paramoures:
Strowe me the ground with Daffadowndillies,
And Cowslips, and Kingcups, and lovèd Lillies:
The pretie Pawnce,
And the Chevisaunce,
Shall match with the fayre flowre Delice.
Now ryse up, Elisa, deckèd as thou art
In royall aray;
And now ye daintie Damsells may depart
Eche one her way.
I feare I have troubled your troupes to longe:
Let dame Elisa thanke you for her song:
And if you come hether
When Damsines I gether,
I will part them all you among.
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Khwaab dekho.
Khuli aankhon se ya band, fark nahin.
Khwaab humein kahan se kahan leja chhodti hai.
Jo kabhi dekha nahin woh dikha deti hai.
Jis cheez ko kabhi chhua na ** use bhi mehsoos karwa deti hai.
Kabhi paseene mein bheega jagaati hai,
toh kabhi apni ulfat se gaalon ko laal kar deti hai.
Cheekh kar uthaa hai koi toh koi muskuraate.
Koi toh khatam hone ka naam nahin leta.
Kisi ke beech mein kat jaane ka gila hai rehta.
Mujhe toh hamesha khatam hone ka intezaar hi raha ------ uske aane tak.
Bura dekha, bura jaana, bure ne ghere rakha ab tak.
Mein ne seene par sar rakha,
phir usne mere haath par apna bada magar narm haath rakha.
Usko meri nazuk lambi ungliyon se khelna achha laga.
Mujhe mohabbat jatane ka yeh tareeqa uska achha laga.
Aankh khuli.
Pehli dafa kaanp kar nahin sharmakar jagi.
Sukoon toh tha.
Par gila bhi raha.
Phir socha,
khwaab itne bhi bure nahin.
Toh khwaab dekho.
Kuch rehne do.
Kuch poore karo.
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 12:36 PM UTC
Ve tu ta soch vi ni sakda,
Ki kinna pyaar kardi haa.
Mahiya mere jaan hai tu meri,
Mai sirf haa teri sirf teri.
Teri je na hoyi kade kisi di ni hona,
Tere bina assi el pal vi ni jiyona.
Tu hove jado mere naal hove bahaar,
Tere bin eho ji zindagi vi bekaar
Ankha kholla te tu samne hove,
Tere ch vasdeya mera khuda ve.
Tere naal meri rooh rang di,
Taitho mai tainu hi mangdi.
Chal assi ek sohni duniya vasaiye,
Tu hai meri taaqat mere mahiye.
Jiyona marna hai naal tere,
Teri dadhkan hai saddi saans sajna mere.
Mai rabb nu vekheya nahi aye,
Mere layi khuda tu hi ve.
Mai kinna tenu chauhni mai,
Eh baya mai kar sakdi nai.
Har saah te sajna naam tera,
Jado jud jave tere naal naam mera.
Zindagi da sab tou sohna din ve,
Mainu le jaye doli ch jaan meriye.
Hathha ch mehndi hove tere naam di,
Ghodi leke aaye le jawe sajni aapdi.
Paira ch jhanjhar chan chan chanakdi,
Laal jode ch dulhan ohdi pari lagdi.
Mere sohneya teri jaan tenu yaad kardi,
Meri ankhiyan sirf tehnu labhdi.
Supna banke mil jaunda hai raatan nu,
Ardaas kardi mai khush rawe har vele tu.
Mere hathhan di khushbu tere hathhan ch,
Ja milau os rabb ne sohne lekh injh.
Is zindagi ch jiyone jinne saah sajna,
Tere naal hi leni kardi sajda.
Seene naal laake har lenda har dukh,
Tere hisse ch karde rabb mere har sukh.
Har janam mai tere naam kar deya.
Saaha tou piyareya hai mera mahiya.
Rabb tou pehle tera zikar aunda ve,
Chand naal chandni raat naal taare.
Pta ni lageya tere naal dil laa baithhe,
Sacchiyan mohabbatan assi tere naal karde.
Preeta suchiyan ne,
Tenu har gal dasange.
Tere karke hi haa jiyondi,
Tenu hi har vele os rabb tou mangdi.
Rabb ne milaiya jodiya,
Tere naal hi hasdi teri mahiya.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Tuhade layi je ladna paya mainu taqdeera naal,
Haske mai lad laungi tuhadi khushiyan waal.
Tuhade waal je aaya koi dukhe ve,
Saamne mai khadungi mahiye.
Chhetti chhetti aaja jaane meriye,
Bade cher tou tuhadi yaad aundiye.
Ik pal vi tuhade baajo reha nai jiunda,
Sab tou khushnaseeb haa mai tussi jo mile tohfa rabb da.
Mai tuhadi si, tuhadi haa, tuhadi hi rahangi,
Tuhade saaha naal hi sadde saah chalde jaani.
Saddi har khushi tuhade naal ve,
Tussi meri zindagi ** jaan aye meriye.
Sadde ehsaasa ch vi rooh jiundi,
Bin chue vi mehsoos kr lendi.
Es pagli nu mera paglu hi samjh sakda,
Tuhade bajo ek pal vi dil nahi lagda.
Raatan nu neend ni aundi,
Tuhade khayalan ch mai khoyi rendi.
Tussi aisi nigaahan mainu takeya,
Mere dil,rooh jaan ch bs ohi chehra vaseya.
Sawere uthde vi sab tou pehla tuhada naam mai lendi,
Tuhanu hi har janam mai os rabb kolu mangdi.
Lawan baahan ch samet kaayenaat assi,
Jado lawo sanu aapde seene naal tussi.
Tuahde naal jahan sadda,
Sab tou anmol tukda ** sadde dil da.
Chand naal chandani je,
Taareyan naal raat ve.
Tuhade naal saddi har zindagi ve,
Sacchiyan mohabbbatan tuhade naal la baithe.
Jithe jithe tussi hove,
Tuhade picche picche sanu hi pave.
Tuhade naam assi kr ditta har janam,
Har dadhkan ch tuhadi chahat haigi sanam.
Saada har mukaam tuhadiyan hi raahan ch,
Jeena marna sab tuhadiyan baahan vich.
Bhaagan wali haa mai jo mileya saanu eho jeya mahiya,
Mainu mera sohneya saddi jaan tou vi piyareya.
Gale ch mangalsutra,
Baneya raksha sutra.
Tuhada naam jado sadde naam nu poora kareya,
Tuhade kol mera dil ve sadde pyaar di nishaniya.
Chhetti chhetti aaja mahiya le ja aapdi jaan nu aapda bna ke,
Hatthan ch mehndi, baahan ch chudiyan, matthe tey sindoor aapde naam da bhar ke.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
Kamosh hua hu kuch pallon ke liye,
Aunga wapis jarur, Tuje satane ke liye.
Is baar jo aunga, Kuch kar ke to jaunga,
Or kuch na sahi, aag to laga hi jaunga.
Kahunga na kuch bi is baar,
bus ankho hi ankho se dil ka karrar lut jaunga,
Hogi aag jo mere seene me,
Kar lena lakh yatan apne ansuo se chahe,
buj na payegi
esi aag jo laga jaunga.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
I have a horse - a ryghte good horse -
Ne doe Y envye those
Who scoure ye playne yn headye course
Tyll soddayne on theyre nose
They lyghte wyth unexpected force
Yt ys - a horse of clothes.
I have a saddel - "Say'st thou soe?
Wyth styrruppes, Knyghte, to boote?"
I sayde not that - I answere "Noe" -
Yt lacketh such, I woote:
Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!
Parte of ye fleecye brute.
I have a bytte - a ryghte good bytte -
As shall bee seene yn tyme.
Ye jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte;
Yts use ys more sublyme.
Fayre Syr, how deemest thou of yt?
Yt ys - thys bytte of rhyme.
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She was my morning sunshine and night's moon,
She was the one who made my life bloom ,
took care of me , sacrificed a lot
what gem I have, I totally forgot.
I did alot when the relationship started,
Cared , motivated her, and fully supported,
always wanted to be by her side,
She was my motivation and my pride,
But with time it all subsided.
Her simple expectations started appearing to be heavy burden,
I got scared when she wanted to move in,
I used to get sweaty whenever she discussed our wedding.
It didn't mean I love her any less.
I needed more time , I needed some space,
Wanted to run away from her every trace,
I pushed her away,
I made her weep,
Not thinking much asked her to leave.
She read my poems and cried all night,
She shared same feelings and texted me in the first light,
The feelings that died got revived again,
I felt alive again,
Now I know what went missing,
My heart was joyous I wanted her back again.
I felt she also want to come back,
But trusting someone again who betrayed you is not easy,
She is in a relationship, leaving him is not easy.
I have realized her importance,
I know what blunder I made,
I want to try one more time,
Baby without you everything is black,
I ******* WANT YOU BACK!
(Dill hote Jo,
Mere seene mei do,
Dusra dill bhi main ,
Tumhe Deta todne ko)
"IF I HAD TWO HEARTS INSIDE ME, THEN I WOULD GIVE THE ANOTHER ONE TOO, FOR YOU TO BREAK."
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
The Holy Bible, th'historie of man,
And God and man, and God as man on earth;
The true account of how the world began;
The treasure mapp that leades to love and mirth;
The looking glasse wherein is seene the faire
Image of God, and all mans ugly sinnes;
The written word of God for ev'ry heir
Of saving grace who runnes the race and winnes;
The booke of lyfe writ in my Saviours bloud,
Dictated by the Spirits whisper'd breath;
The foil for ev'ry curse; the cure for death;
The greatest booke about the greatest good;
The pasture for the sheepe; the sheepefold rod;
Manna from heav'n; the ladder up to God.
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 2:21 PM UTC
Tichborne's Elegie,
(written with his owne hand in the Tower before his execution)
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of paine,
My Crop of corne is but a field of tares,
And al my good is but vaine hope of gaine.
The day is past, and yet I saw no sunne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale was heard, and yet it was not told,
My fruite is falne, & yet my leaves are greene:
My youth is spent, and yet I am not old,
I saw the world, and yet I was not seene.
My thred is cut, and yet it is not spunne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death, and found it in my wombe,
I lookt for life, and saw it was a shade:
I trod the earth, and knew it was my Tombe,
And now I die, and now I was but made.
My glasse is full, and now my glasse is runne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
Kya pareshaniyan hai yeh intezaar,
Na Khabar, na paigham, na iblagh
What distress this waiting is?
No news, no message, no communication
Aate jaate hain duniya waalon magar,
sakht sozish rehta hai seene mein, yeh intezaar
People come and go in the world,
But a sharp pain remains in my chest, this waiting
Ache aqwaal karte hai bekhauf se,
Lekhin ghari tik tik karta hai, yeh intezaar
They speak words of comfort fearlessly,
But time ticks away slowly, this waiting
Mahine beet gaye mausam guzarte, kya barqarar?
Aatish-e-rut mahol dil mein, yeh intezaar
Months have passed, seasons have changed, what remains?
The fire of longing in my heart, this waiting
Ab yeh jazb aur zakham-e-rooh kya faida?
Shukriya kehta Nacheez, yeh intezaar
Now (after all of this), is there any benefit to this intense passion and spiritual wound?
Nacheez says thank you, in this waiting
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
"When the Thin Whyte Duke
And the Prince lay colde
When the fools stande talle
And the bigots bolde
The man of orange shall seize the throne
From the one they calle "The Clyntoone Crone"
Then men wille weepe and children waile
(The internete declare a "FAILE")
To no availe fore I have seene
The worlde will ende in twenty hundrede and sixteene!"
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
ik gal te dass mainu
Jo zehan ch hai mere
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlaan
Yaa hath chumme tere
tere bullan di tareef pakka
Keeti honi ae
Tere jisam te nishani koi
Ditti honi ae
Haaye kujh taan hoya ae
Dona de dassde chehre
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan
Yaa hath chumme tere
** mainu supne aunde rehnde aa
Ohde te tere ni
Ohnu seene te sulaavein
Tu har raat-henere ni
Mera chehra nai ghummda
Tere ohdon char chufere
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan
Yaa hath chumme tere
Preet waangu pyar oss ton
Zaahir nahin hona
Paise wala taan hona ae
Par shaayar nahin hona
Ohde naal lai layi tu
Main maut naal lai loon phere
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Thanks heena ji
Supne de wich aan lai
Menu ghut ke haffi paan
Lai
Menu seene de naal naal
Lag ke ron den lai
Bahut bahut thanks sapne wich aan lai
Sala sakoon ja mil gea hug krke
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
Seene mein dard aur chehre pe muskurahat leke chalte hain
Kuchh log bhari mehfil mein bhi khudko akela paaya karte hain.....
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC