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It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin. Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful. Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong And sometahms ah can make a big mess But ah do have minny, minny good points And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless. But things like writin’ readin’ and Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve ‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff. Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat. Ahm jess gunna graduate and then Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat. Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either. And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin. Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful. Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong And sometahms ah can make a big mess But ah do have minny, minny good points And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless. But things like writin’ readin’ and Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve ‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff. Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat. Ahm jess gunna graduate and then Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat. Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either. Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither. So, folks can jess give up on tryin’ To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar. After all, it was good enough for my dad To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
brent-kincaid
AHM JESS SAYIN'...
It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin. Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful. Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong And sometahms ah can make a big mess But ah do have minny, minny good points And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless. But things like writin’ readin’ and Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve ‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff. Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat. Ahm jess gunna graduate and then Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat. Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either. And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin. Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful. Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong And sometahms ah can make a big mess But ah do have minny, minny good points And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless. But things like writin’ readin’ and Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve ‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff. Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat. Ahm jess gunna graduate and then Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat. Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either. Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither. So, folks can jess give up on tryin’ To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar. After all, it was good enough for my dad To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
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Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Na ruke the hum na rukenge kabhi, Badhate chale jayenge lekar yahi nara, Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Geet gate chalenge, hath milate chalenge, Raksha karne ka pran lekar hum apna sar katate chalenge, Na jhukaye the hum, na jhukayenge kabhi Mita denge khud ko apne desh ke liye yahi hain pran hamara, Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Dekhlo ai dusmano hum pith pichhe war karne wale kayar nahi, Hum sher hain apne desh ka tum jaise kayar nahi,. Uncha rahega sda ye TINRANGA hamara, Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Kaise bhula de wo sahidon ki purani yaadein, Jinhone khud ko mita di es desh ki suraksha ke liye, Chhod chale gye wo khun se latfath yaadein, Etihas ke panno me likhenge dobara, Vishwa me sabse uper rahega Ye hindostan hamara, hindostan hamara......
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
ShrivastvaMK
SARE JAHAN SE PYARA YE HINDOSTAN HAMARA
Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Na ruke the hum na rukenge kabhi, Badhate chale jayenge lekar yahi nara, Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Geet gate chalenge, hath milate chalenge, Raksha karne ka pran lekar hum apna sar katate chalenge, Na jhukaye the hum, na jhukayenge kabhi Mita denge khud ko apne desh ke liye yahi hain pran hamara, Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Dekhlo ai dusmano hum pith pichhe war karne wale kayar nahi, Hum sher hain apne desh ka tum jaise kayar nahi,. Uncha rahega sda ye TINRANGA hamara, Sare jahan se pyara ye hindostan hamara, Kaise bhula de wo sahidon ki purani yaadein, Jinhone khud ko mita di es desh ki suraksha ke liye, Chhod chale gye wo khun se latfath yaadein, Etihas ke panno me likhenge dobara, Vishwa me sabse uper rahega Ye hindostan hamara, hindostan hamara......
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*Hamari Sanson Mein Aaj Tak Woh Heena Ki Khushbhoo Mehak Rahi Hai* *Labon Pe Naghme Machal Rahe Hain Nazar Se Masti Jhalak Rahi Hai* **O’ even today within my breathes That sweet smell of henna is still lingering Upon the lips songs are way-warding And with mischief, the glances are twinkling** *Woh Mere Nazdeek Aate Aate Haya Se Ek Din Simat Gaye Thay Mere Khayalon Mein Aaj Tak Woh Badan Ki Daali Latak Rahi Hai* **O’ inching towards me, One day he shyly gathered himself Till today, within my thoughts His body's youthfulness is still swaying** *Sada Jo Dil Se Nikal Rahi Hai Woh Sher-o-Naghmon Mein Dhal Rahi Hai Ke Dil Ke Aangan Mein Jaise Koi Ghazal Ki Dhaandhar Khanak Rahi Hai* **O’ this cry coming from within my heart Finds its way into verses and songs As if in the courtyard of my heart Beat of a poem is throbbing** *Tadap Mere Bekharar Dil Ki Kabhi To Unpay Asar Kare Gi Kabhi To Woh Bhi Jaleinge Isme Jo Aag Dil Mein Dahek Rahi Hai* **O’ my restless heart's tremor Will surely affect him one day Someday, he too will burn In the fire of my heart which is raging** — Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Noor Jahan
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
jamil-hussain
Sweet Smell of Henna
*Hamari Sanson Mein Aaj Tak Woh Heena Ki Khushbhoo Mehak Rahi Hai* *Labon Pe Naghme Machal Rahe Hain Nazar Se Masti Jhalak Rahi Hai* **O’ even today within my breathes That sweet smell of henna is still lingering Upon the lips songs are way-warding And with mischief, the glances are twinkling** *Woh Mere Nazdeek Aate Aate Haya Se Ek Din Simat Gaye Thay Mere Khayalon Mein Aaj Tak Woh Badan Ki Daali Latak Rahi Hai* **O’ inching towards me, One day he shyly gathered himself Till today, within my thoughts His body's youthfulness is still swaying** *Sada Jo Dil Se Nikal Rahi Hai Woh Sher-o-Naghmon Mein Dhal Rahi Hai Ke Dil Ke Aangan Mein Jaise Koi Ghazal Ki Dhaandhar Khanak Rahi Hai* **O’ this cry coming from within my heart Finds its way into verses and songs As if in the courtyard of my heart Beat of a poem is throbbing** *Tadap Mere Bekharar Dil Ki Kabhi To Unpay Asar Kare Gi Kabhi To Woh Bhi Jaleinge Isme Jo Aag Dil Mein Dahek Rahi Hai* **O’ my restless heart's tremor Will surely affect him one day Someday, he too will burn In the fire of my heart which is raging** — Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Noor Jahan
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Whenever I get on the NH1 Grand Trunk Road, I feel the pride of it being the oldest highway, Built even before the documentation period. King Ashoka got it built in the 3rd century B.C., Emperor Sher Shah got it repaired in the 17'th, The British Company utilized it in 1857 1st war. It was then gotten repaired only a bit by them, Repairing such a long highway isn't easy at all, It runs from Kabul up to Kolkata and to Dhaka.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
Atul
An Indian Highway!
Whenever I get on the NH1 Grand Trunk Road, I feel the pride of it being the oldest highway, Built even before the documentation period. King Ashoka got it built in the 3rd century B.C., Emperor Sher Shah got it repaired in the 17'th, The British Company utilized it in 1857 1st war. It was then gotten repaired only a bit by them, Repairing such a long highway isn't easy at all, It runs from Kabul up to Kolkata and to Dhaka.
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Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because she wants to kiss him, she turns away & kisses a man she does not want to kiss. He watches thinking she does not want him. He listens hearing her silence. He turns away thinking her distant & kisses a girl he does not want to kiss. They marry each other - A four-way mistake. He goes to bed with his wife thinking of her. Sher goes to bed with her husband thinking of him. -& all this in a real old-fashioned four-poster bed. Do they live unhappily ever after? Of course. Do they undo their mistakes? Never. Who is the victim here? Love is the victim. Who is the villian? Love that never dies.
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Erica Jong
Parable Of The Four-Poster
Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because she wants to kiss him, she turns away & kisses a man she does not want to kiss. He watches thinking she does not want him. He listens hearing her silence. He turns away thinking her distant & kisses a girl he does not want to kiss. They marry each other - A four-way mistake. He goes to bed with his wife thinking of her. Sher goes to bed with her husband thinking of him. -& all this in a real old-fashioned four-poster bed. Do they live unhappily ever after? Of course. Do they undo their mistakes? Never. Who is the victim here? Love is the victim. Who is the villian? Love that never dies.
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Lincoln green robin hoodwinking the greedy rich Feeding the poor robin red breast flaunting credentials robbing the lady marion the little birds of their flimsy filmy honor Little boy little man-child john little mowgli conquering the jungle conquering the tiger riding imperious the stark grey brown elephant And backscratching bear sleeping in the greensward dancing with milady tucking into supper of fast arrowed stag Hung out and dried between devil trees and huts afire Across the brittle yellow beach into the deep blue sea
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
mike-adam
Sher khan wood
Lincoln green robin hoodwinking the greedy rich Feeding the poor robin red breast flaunting credentials robbing the lady marion the little birds of their flimsy filmy honor Little boy little man-child john little mowgli conquering the jungle conquering the tiger riding imperious the stark grey brown elephant And backscratching bear sleeping in the greensward dancing with milady tucking into supper of fast arrowed stag Hung out and dried between devil trees and huts afire Across the brittle yellow beach into the deep blue sea
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1.  Not knowing my future 2.  Owing money 3.  Trees being deforested 4.  My parents 5.  Youth unemployment 6.  Klu klux **** 7.  Usher being alive 8.  Stupidity being rampant. 9.  Her 10. Irregular heartbeats. 11. Time being a factor 12. Silly tings 13. Brain aneurysms 14. Losing 15. Empathy 16. Superman 17. Staying past due 18. Every one being rude 19. Discussion isn't important Read the first letter of every word :^)
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
da-real-reggae-mon
99 problems
1.  Not knowing my future 2.  Owing money 3.  Trees being deforested 4.  My parents 5.  Youth unemployment 6.  Klu klux **** 7.  Usher being alive 8.  Stupidity being rampant. 9.  Her 10. Irregular heartbeats. 11. Time being a factor 12. Silly tings 13. Brain aneurysms 14. Losing 15. Empathy 16. Superman 17. Staying past due 18. Every one being rude 19. Discussion isn't important Read the first letter of every word :^)
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Perhaps by Momin Khan Momin loose translation by Michael R. Burch The cohesiveness between us, you may remember, or perhaps not. Our solemn oaths of faithfulness, you may remember, or perhaps forgot. If something happened that was not to your liking, the shrinking away that produces silence, you may remember, or perhaps not. Listen, the sagas of so many years, the promises you made amid time's onslaught, which you now fail to mention, you may remember, or perhaps not. These new resentments, those old rehashed complaints, these lighthearted and displeasing stories, you may remember, or perhaps forgot. Some seasons ago we shared love and desire, we shared joy ... That we once were dear friends, you may have, perhaps, forgot. Now if we come together, by fate or by chance, to express old loyalties ... Our every shared breath, all our sighs and regrets, you may remember, or perhaps not. Being by Momin Khan Momin loose translation by Michael R. Burch You are so close to me that no one else ever can be. NOTE: There is a legend that the great Urdu poet Mirza Ghalib offered all his diwan (poetry collections) in exchange for this one sher (couplet) by Momin Khan Momin. Does the couplet mean "be as close" or "be, at all"? Does it mean "You are with me in a way that no one else can ever be?" Or does it mean that no one else can ever exist as truly as one's true love? Or does this sher contain an infinite number of elusive meanings, like love itself? Being (II) by Momin Khan Momin loose translation by Michael R. Burch You alone are with me when I am alone. You are beside me when I am beside myself. You are as close to me as everyone else is afar. You are so close to me that no one else ever can be. Keywords/Tags: Translation, Urdu, Momin Khan Momin, love, close, closeness, unity, farness, afar, memory, remembrance, forgetfulness, remember, forget, forgot, time, silence, mrburdu
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
michael-r-burch
Momin Khan Momin translations
Perhaps by Momin Khan Momin loose translation by Michael R. Burch The cohesiveness between us, you may remember, or perhaps not. Our solemn oaths of faithfulness, you may remember, or perhaps forgot. If something happened that was not to your liking, the shrinking away that produces silence, you may remember, or perhaps not. Listen, the sagas of so many years, the promises you made amid time's onslaught, which you now fail to mention, you may remember, or perhaps not. These new resentments, those old rehashed complaints, these lighthearted and displeasing stories, you may remember, or perhaps forgot. Some seasons ago we shared love and desire, we shared joy ... That we once were dear friends, you may have, perhaps, forgot. Now if we come together, by fate or by chance, to express old loyalties ... Our every shared breath, all our sighs and regrets, you may remember, or perhaps not. Being by Momin Khan Momin loose translation by Michael R. Burch You are so close to me that no one else ever can be. NOTE: There is a legend that the great Urdu poet Mirza Ghalib offered all his diwan (poetry collections) in exchange for this one sher (couplet) by Momin Khan Momin. Does the couplet mean "be as close" or "be, at all"? Does it mean "You are with me in a way that no one else can ever be?" Or does it mean that no one else can ever exist as truly as one's true love? Or does this sher contain an infinite number of elusive meanings, like love itself? Being (II) by Momin Khan Momin loose translation by Michael R. Burch You alone are with me when I am alone. You are beside me when I am beside myself. You are as close to me as everyone else is afar. You are so close to me that no one else ever can be. Keywords/Tags: Translation, Urdu, Momin Khan Momin, love, close, closeness, unity, farness, afar, memory, remembrance, forgetfulness, remember, forget, forgot, time, silence, mrburdu
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You'd find the curtains lightly dancing to the tune of that song, to which we'd bashfully waltzed the first time you had held me, You'd smell the musk Spreading its wings in the air, That you once said, drove you dizzy when you were around me, You'd find poetry singing softly Behind the veil of silence, Reading aloud my verses of love, Calligraphed on the bare canvas Of my skin, in Urdu, Curving and turning shyly, For you to trace with gentle fingers, Right to left, misra to misra, Sher to sher, The beher of each caress Matching the stirring of my breaths, Culminating at its pinnacle, Into a ghazal, your ghazal, That would, with demure grace, Take form and calmly embrace, The raging fire, the desperate uproar Lashing at my parched, starved soul.
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
ghazal-tansir
If You Were Here
You'd find the curtains lightly dancing to the tune of that song, to which we'd bashfully waltzed the first time you had held me, You'd smell the musk Spreading its wings in the air, That you once said, drove you dizzy when you were around me, You'd find poetry singing softly Behind the veil of silence, Reading aloud my verses of love, Calligraphed on the bare canvas Of my skin, in Urdu, Curving and turning shyly, For you to trace with gentle fingers, Right to left, misra to misra, Sher to sher, The beher of each caress Matching the stirring of my breaths, Culminating at its pinnacle, Into a ghazal, your ghazal, That would, with demure grace, Take form and calmly embrace, The raging fire, the desperate uproar Lashing at my parched, starved soul.
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Mother Nature is a nihilist sitting with friends Around a poker table in the dew drop inn Playing Nasty Canasta and the loser draws a limb On a voodoo hangman, the cut of her kin The high-wire committee say she’s way out of line So they’ve sent in a crack-team of their most earnest faces To blow 40 shades of blue, red and lime From the very corridors our Mother paces She croaks through the smoke “the first sons a novelty The rest are just relics of muscles unclenched Too smart for their own good and that doesn’t bother-me But the reaper is hungry and hustling for rent” Lackeys line the lawn, flunkies on fleek To cover the crack of her chunky cheeks “To stake lives may well seem immoral and bleak But to play for cash prize seems horribly cheap For a Lady of her esteem” But the crowd spoke, she hung up the wardens trunchbull Left the skeleton key within reach of the cells “They’ve aired their opinions and I’ve had a cunt-full Let the hungry ******** impeach themselves I’m sitting this one out” “And I’ll hide, while my dead snake wriggle persists, On Elba with hairy pits, freckled wrists, Openly practicing romanticists And other hapless things that can’t exist In these times” Every second Sunday, the search resumes-led By a dawn-chorus of confetti festooned-plebs She can dance the devils limbo cos she’ll not be presumed-dead While we’ve Holy Grail Package Holi-vows to renew-said The green eyed usher on the door The newsstand screams “Mother Nature was a fascist Sher natural selection was the **** manifesto” And they’re pedalling placebo to the shell-shocked masses While the editor shoehorns a scotch into his amaretto Yeah the world has been orphaned and the orphans smothered But go easy on her sordid soul cos that’s our mother, after all
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
mark-armstrong
Mother Nature Was a Fascist
Mother Nature is a nihilist sitting with friends Around a poker table in the dew drop inn Playing Nasty Canasta and the loser draws a limb On a voodoo hangman, the cut of her kin The high-wire committee say she’s way out of line So they’ve sent in a crack-team of their most earnest faces To blow 40 shades of blue, red and lime From the very corridors our Mother paces She croaks through the smoke “the first sons a novelty The rest are just relics of muscles unclenched Too smart for their own good and that doesn’t bother-me But the reaper is hungry and hustling for rent” Lackeys line the lawn, flunkies on fleek To cover the crack of her chunky cheeks “To stake lives may well seem immoral and bleak But to play for cash prize seems horribly cheap For a Lady of her esteem” But the crowd spoke, she hung up the wardens trunchbull Left the skeleton key within reach of the cells “They’ve aired their opinions and I’ve had a cunt-full Let the hungry ******** impeach themselves I’m sitting this one out” “And I’ll hide, while my dead snake wriggle persists, On Elba with hairy pits, freckled wrists, Openly practicing romanticists And other hapless things that can’t exist In these times” Every second Sunday, the search resumes-led By a dawn-chorus of confetti festooned-plebs She can dance the devils limbo cos she’ll not be presumed-dead While we’ve Holy Grail Package Holi-vows to renew-said The green eyed usher on the door The newsstand screams “Mother Nature was a fascist Sher natural selection was the **** manifesto” And they’re pedalling placebo to the shell-shocked masses While the editor shoehorns a scotch into his amaretto Yeah the world has been orphaned and the orphans smothered But go easy on her sordid soul cos that’s our mother, after all
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Hey rabba sukriya jo tune yh zindagi diya Jine ka mauka brpur esme diya H rkha mushpe varosha hmesha Saath na kbhi mera chutne diya Kabhi kitaabo m saathi bna kabhi khayalo m raahi bna Jb v ghum hue khusiya tune fir unse ru-ba-ru kra diya Sukriya jo tune mera saath diya Jine ka ek aash diya Saath to tera mila ab to dr v nhi lagta Kuch khone s tune jo thame haath h khul K jina ki khusiyaan ab hmare pass h Sukriya bhala karu Kin kin baaton ka etne tere aheshaan h ki sukriya kehene ko km pr jaaye yh saash h Tune jannat ki sher krae Khudh m hi hsne ki aash jagaae Kbhi thi m v dri sehemi si pr tere saath ne umeedein bharpur jagaae Or un umeedoon ne khusiyon ki h barsaat karaae Hey rabba sukriya kehene ko km jnm yh pr jaaye For v enn khat K jariye Kosish meri kaam aaye Ek baar fir sukriya jo tune hr pal h mere swath nibhae
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Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
akta-agarwal
Ek khat mere rabba K naam
Hey rabba sukriya jo tune yh zindagi diya Jine ka mauka brpur esme diya H rkha mushpe varosha hmesha Saath na kbhi mera chutne diya Kabhi kitaabo m saathi bna kabhi khayalo m raahi bna Jb v ghum hue khusiya tune fir unse ru-ba-ru kra diya Sukriya jo tune mera saath diya Jine ka ek aash diya Saath to tera mila ab to dr v nhi lagta Kuch khone s tune jo thame haath h khul K jina ki khusiyaan ab hmare pass h Sukriya bhala karu Kin kin baaton ka etne tere aheshaan h ki sukriya kehene ko km pr jaaye yh saash h Tune jannat ki sher krae Khudh m hi hsne ki aash jagaae Kbhi thi m v dri sehemi si pr tere saath ne umeedein bharpur jagaae Or un umeedoon ne khusiyon ki h barsaat karaae Hey rabba sukriya kehene ko km jnm yh pr jaaye For v enn khat K jariye Kosish meri kaam aaye Ek baar fir sukriya jo tune hr pal h mere swath nibhae
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If you asked me a year ago I would've told You that meeting him was as accurate As there being a second planet earth. I would've told you all about How much I doubted my worth. Presented you with elaborate detail On my fathers affair My views on life And why love is never fair. A year ago you would've found me wrapped up In the lies I'd been told Came across the girl who's Heart was once warm And thus turned cold. Who I was then Is not who I am now Because when I wake up I'm no longer alone I finally started picking up my phone. You'll come across the girl from years ago Sher underwent a recovery Like never before. Aided by his touch And healed by his love She became his priority Knowing her healing was a must. So now if you look I'll be in his arms Curled up in this newfound love
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
ashleereyes
Now and Forever
If you asked me a year ago I would've told You that meeting him was as accurate As there being a second planet earth. I would've told you all about How much I doubted my worth. Presented you with elaborate detail On my fathers affair My views on life And why love is never fair. A year ago you would've found me wrapped up In the lies I'd been told Came across the girl who's Heart was once warm And thus turned cold. Who I was then Is not who I am now Because when I wake up I'm no longer alone I finally started picking up my phone. You'll come across the girl from years ago Sher underwent a recovery Like never before. Aided by his touch And healed by his love She became his priority Knowing her healing was a must. So now if you look I'll be in his arms Curled up in this newfound love
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Khushi .. Kisi Kavita ke Chhand me nhi milti  .. Nahi kisi Galib ki sher me .. Jane Anjane me, Kahi chut jati hai piche . Fir mil jati hai , Dil se kiyi hue kisi chiz me . Jaise ek patti chupayi ** sadiyo tak, kisi kakaj ke bichme  ..!
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Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
dr-abhijit-g
Khushi
Khushi .. Kisi Kavita ke Chhand me nhi milti  .. Nahi kisi Galib ki sher me .. Jane Anjane me, Kahi chut jati hai piche . Fir mil jati hai , Dil se kiyi hue kisi chiz me . Jaise ek patti chupayi ** sadiyo tak, kisi kakaj ke bichme  ..!
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Sometimes I want to die Not sher why I even try As I cut my wrist What is I went to deep Would I even be missed No one even cares As my skin tares The blood rushes out As I shout I'm done Take me And when they find me And they see That I have done this to myself They will find my last notes to them On a shelf And when they see the pain I felt There hearts will mealt But it's to late I'm gone
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
nicola
I'm gone
Sometimes I want to die Not sher why I even try As I cut my wrist What is I went to deep Would I even be missed No one even cares As my skin tares The blood rushes out As I shout I'm done Take me And when they find me And they see That I have done this to myself They will find my last notes to them On a shelf And when they see the pain I felt There hearts will mealt But it's to late I'm gone
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Just in case What if Eve, as an easy lable for YMRCA, were the first wombed man with wit to make her will known, vocally? What if she could sing, and smile, wink and blink and look away, coy, from the crib. She steals, so'ld say the tales, her daddy's heart, but not so fast this is, say 120 KYA, as current model mortals mark time since most recent common mom... walked balanced, upright... I bet she could dance and sing... but some reason or another, now no offspring of any mom alive when YMRCA walked, walks now. Not upright, ya sher... maybe eve was the only wombed man. What if, any of that, but this is a strue as we may know... all construed facts point to life being struely not as simple as a boom... though there are ways to end it, as we say we well know, we've seen the cancers... mental deranging during mind wandering, we have heard the stories, Hydes who remained, but only Post-mortal Marvel has myths where Hyde is the happy side. Silly, I would love to have friends. But no stupid people, none un willing to use a word of the day to escape a bout of ignorant rage -- Brubeck, Sonny... yeah like the Sundance Kid's prison flick, -- but Sonny was a first gen Jesus Freak, with one of those, at will, eididic memory's. He also owned the first digital watch I ever saw. I thought he was rich. In a rage, Sonny once screamed in my hearing, GOD WHY MUST THERE BE OTHER PEOPLE? as orderly types were taking him, strapped to gurney, to Camarillo State Hospital, a truly beautiful place for solitary rememberence of everything you ever said or did. Like, the window of your soul become the big screen, with no body projected there... all around me everyone is not there... then I see, I guess, this is a way that prayer was remembered as Sonny slowly rose to re ify a present with other people in it, but masked.
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Something seems too phunny
Just in case What if Eve, as an easy lable for YMRCA, were the first wombed man with wit to make her will known, vocally? What if she could sing, and smile, wink and blink and look away, coy, from the crib. She steals, so'ld say the tales, her daddy's heart, but not so fast this is, say 120 KYA, as current model mortals mark time since most recent common mom... walked balanced, upright... I bet she could dance and sing... but some reason or another, now no offspring of any mom alive when YMRCA walked, walks now. Not upright, ya sher... maybe eve was the only wombed man. What if, any of that, but this is a strue as we may know... all construed facts point to life being struely not as simple as a boom... though there are ways to end it, as we say we well know, we've seen the cancers... mental deranging during mind wandering, we have heard the stories, Hydes who remained, but only Post-mortal Marvel has myths where Hyde is the happy side. Silly, I would love to have friends. But no stupid people, none un willing to use a word of the day to escape a bout of ignorant rage -- Brubeck, Sonny... yeah like the Sundance Kid's prison flick, -- but Sonny was a first gen Jesus Freak, with one of those, at will, eididic memory's. He also owned the first digital watch I ever saw. I thought he was rich. In a rage, Sonny once screamed in my hearing, GOD WHY MUST THERE BE OTHER PEOPLE? as orderly types were taking him, strapped to gurney, to Camarillo State Hospital, a truly beautiful place for solitary rememberence of everything you ever said or did. Like, the window of your soul become the big screen, with no body projected there... all around me everyone is not there... then I see, I guess, this is a way that prayer was remembered as Sonny slowly rose to re ify a present with other people in it, but masked.
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bier und mohr bier! bier und mohr bier! und mohr bier! und mohr deutsche spresch(em) und sher wenig auf: alles angeschlossen... mit ein britisch-stim'mung! ich sterben: ich leben... es ist: wie auch immer: nacht! kommen sie: bald! hier du... da: "sein"!
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Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 10:13 PM UTC
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und mohr bier!
bier und mohr bier! bier und mohr bier! und mohr bier! und mohr deutsche spresch(em) und sher wenig auf: alles angeschlossen... mit ein britisch-stim'mung! ich sterben: ich leben... es ist: wie auch immer: nacht! kommen sie: bald! hier du... da: "sein"!
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