"siva" poems
Jin raaston pay kabhi chala kartay thay
Aaj wohi raastay kaatnay ko daurtay hai
Jinhay kabhi apna samajhtay thay
Aaj wohi hamay paraaya kar chukay hai
Tanhai kay siva ab kuch nahi bacha
Zindagi ab ban chuki hai ek sazaa
(Urdu & Hindi)
English translation
The roads on which i used to walk once
Today they seem to bite me
The one who i used to consider as my own
Today that person has made me an outsider
There is nothing left now save for solitude
Life now has become a punishment
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Ye Aalam Shauq Ka Dekha Na Jaae*
Vo But Hai Ya Khuda Dekha Na Jaae
This state of excitement, a disguised affair
Is he an idol or the Lord? O’ I am unaware
Ye Mere Saath Kaisi Raushni Hai
Ki Mujh Se Rasta Dekha Na Jaae
Accompanying me, what form of glow is this?
O’ I cannot grasp my path by its glare
Ye Kin Nazron Se Tu Ne Aaj Dekha
Ki Tera Dekhna Dekha Na Jaae
Today with what aim did you stare
O’ your staring I could not bear
Hamesha Ke Liye Mujh Se Bichhar Ja
Ye Manzar Bar-Ha Dekha Na Jaae
Detached from me, to forever become
O’ this scene always stages a scare
'Faraz' Apne Siva Hai Kaun Tera
Tujhe Tujh Se Juda Dekha Na Jaae
O’ Faraz, apart from self who is yours?
To tear you from yourself, it is so unfair
✒ Translated by ℐamil Hussain , Sung by Tahira Syed
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
"Hawa sang chalna seekh gayi **
Thora pankh faila udna bhi seekh jaoge,
Jra azma ke deakh khud ko,
Zindgi ka matlab seekh jaoge.
Khush hoon jaan ke tum logon ko,
Padna seekh gyi **
Thodi himmat rakh ,
Honsle ke kami nahi tujh me,
Sar utha ke chala kro,
Tumhe darna nahi kisi se..
Tum bholi si nanhi si,
Payari si thi,
Mma papa ki gudiya dulari si thi,
Ankhon main anshoo a jate unki,
Jab tum rote rote so jaati,
Unki ladli payari si tum...
Na jaane kab unki gudiya badi ** gayi,
Unhe pata bhi na chala,
Jiin hathon main kheli unhi se
vida ** ke chal bhi bdi...
Kya hi zindgi tumhe mili hai,
kuch pal rahi mma papa sang,
Begane aye tujhe le gye,
Tere mma papa ko anshoo de gye...
Hansti kehlti papa ke dil ka taara thi tum,
Kuch khelne ko na hota,
To papa ki peeth ki sawari thi tum...
Papa ki beti aaj badi ** gayi hai,
Kl thak jo roti lagti nanhi si,
Bechari si thi ,
Aaj mma ki vo ladli sayani ban gayi hai...
Gairon ko rehne de,
Papa ka sar na jhukana kabhi,
Bde laad payar se rakha hai tujhe,
kabhi rulana na unhe...
BEti tu lout ke jaldi aana
tera intazar rahega,
Teri maa royi to main sambhal lunga,
Par tere papa roye to.
tere siva koi chup karvane nahi ayega...
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
******
A foggy head is a dangerous situation.
Can't think.
Always over-think.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But, the tunnel is long.
Or it seems so to me.
Old friends seem old.
New ones too cynical.
Some groups are too loud.
No minute to despair.
Swear,swear and get back to work!
Some groups are too idealistic.
Salaries,profiles,de-profiled and
other depositions are discussed.
I watch them like a TVC,
Mindless yet grasping words.
Minimum to maximum.
Ina flushing of hormones.
Some women I meet ,
they complain about laying low.
Office politics, national politics,
play Tom and Jerry Show.
Each chasing each other.
Stuck in a vicious circle.
Egg rolls have been had,
and I am feeling a wee bit better.
But the vinegar-onion,
does nothing to my sketchy mind.
Its still foggy.
But I am patient.
I shall be calm.
Just like my love Siva.
Shall I be the quiet and the dangerous.
Or shall I be the butterfly to sit on your nose.
And kiss you silently.
I shall wait and give the fog some time.
I shall stand strong..
A foggy mind shall pass.
******
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
You are the body of Siva, having sun and moon for twin
*******
Your Self, I surmise, O Goddess, as a new sinless Self;
Therefore, by mutual complementarity, this relation
remains one of common reciprocity
Between You two, participating on equal terms of
transcendent bliss.
--Soundarya Lahiri
you wandered into the cave
of this spiritual heart.
the moment you entered, these
eyes flew open--and glowed
nocturnally.
black, the color of dispassion--
moved with you, till it realized it
moved and was broken.
even after perfectly seeing the
hell that is desire, desire thus!!!
you conjured this, you called out into
the wild...and now i call back!!!
i couldn't resist you, because you awakened
the realization that there's more to be burned.
your hand found its way across
the cave walls...never was a touch
so familiar.
you create the time it takes for
five fingers to hold every hand
ever formed.
if it is i've understood the energetic exchange,
and you have not...manifold the cave.
how unfathomably deeper the
depth, and i must love you
relentlessly for making it there.
i have forever to wait out your
mind.
eyes closed...tears of ecstasy
cutting down a face of ash.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
:Ignite
.ılılıll ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴡ llılılı
SToP:
Lemme seizure
perception
knowledge is a question
asked in reflection
yup, such a simple inception
but we all get caught up while we messin
learning earth's sacred lessons
What now though?
Identity//beheaded
Grey ghost, unleaded
got odds like Yudhistira so
we betted our :/:
ego:: we had to shed it
problem:: we known to vet it
poison:: we GOTTA **** it
old skin:: WE SHED THAT TOO
Known to fold my body like oragami
quiet uprising you call call me ghandi
preach non-violence
practice samadhi
Principly Primal
powerful and bridal
*** in more dimensions
the many armed eater of time holding on like I'm ******* kali
wannabe-Ascetic, dreaded, wandering in the right line,
posture asuna-siva, like I'm ******* Kali, See time as convex
atman = brahman
means I'm God Complex
Every day set fire to myself like Sati
Go ash to mouth
and make myself rise
like a phoneix
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Pta nahi kyu rukta nahi ashqon ka behna,
Jab bhi yaad aati hai aapki aankho se hain kehna.
Hoth kuch keh nahi paate,
Dil aur rooh bhi seham se jaate.
Chaha hai aapko chahat se bhi badhkar,
Khade hain khuda ke ghar jholi failakar.
Hey uparwale agar kabhi zindagi mein koi accha karam kiya **
Toh jeevan ki saari khushiyan meri unke daaman mein bhar do.
Wo har us mukaam ko haasil kar le,
Jiske liye unhone khwaab dekhe.
Maa ji papa ji ko wo har khushi de paaye,
Jinke liye unhone sane sajaye.
Har gum seh jayenge hum khushi khushi,
Unke chehre par kabhi na aane dena koi mayusi.
Meri jaan basti hai unmein,
Unki dadhkano se chalti hain meri saansein.
Unke kadmo ki aahat ko ye dil dhundhta hai hardum,
Zindagi se bhi pyaare ** aap sanam.
Itne imtehaano ki ghadi se kyu guzarna padta hai khuda,
Pal pal ki duri bhi sahi nahi jaati kyu krte ** juda.
Haath jodkar fariyaad karte hain hum aapse ishwar,
Koi aanch na aane dena kabhi unpar.
Jab tak thoda dur hain hum,
Khayal rakhna unka tum.
Unke siva hai hi kaun humara,
Jodi humari humesha salamat rakhna.
Mehfooz rakhna unhe,
Bhut yaad aati hai kasam se.
Meri rooh mera dil meri jaan hain vo,
Hum khush hain khush dekh unko.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:17 AM UTC
We're found to be cut off but not long ago!
Some burn us with sparklers
and we get modulated as flames in a flash
by yielding fire flowers to your night sky
And you numskulls think that we die.
Some sculp us with molten cruelty as symbol of mockery.
It's Good enough that we we're just called as devils.
But what about those bed evils
Who attack upon on lassies
With the holler word called “babies”
To accomplish their own seductive urge.
What about those drunken buffoons
In those paved streets under the feeble streetlights stalking the fragile once either for fun or for a wrong intention.
What about the brute
twice the age of his married daughter
bites into the soul of a maiden.
Spitting the venomous words
and incapacitates the heart
Numbness spreads all over her body
after the spiteful attack.
For heaven's sake
Don't point your fingers on us
We're better than you
I being Ravan,
The biggest devotee of lord Siva
And had an extremely loyal wife like Mandodari
Been burned with ten heads
For just kidnapping Sita
Whereas I returned her with due respect.
But these days people use women like toys
by fulfilling their joys.
And Mahishasura,
Who could worship so hard to impress three lords
was eventually killed by Durga and could meet the death by hands of powerful women.
But these days people **** the female child before birth
thinking daughters as burden on earth.
If still you don't get atonement
Just think this poem as a complement
And just think how better are we as your opponent.
May the whole world call us demon or devil
But first learn to tackle the inner evil.
If possible put pins and needle
to such people
Then the world will be in next level.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
The paradox of eros mixed with the half-smiling
severe practice of self-discipline of avoiding all forms of indulgence...
Tandava, like the corner of the triangle is undoing the center
Rather burn it all and begin anew then save the system manifesting through this
relationship of : Form and Action
Announcing the difference between desire and duty
Kama and Dharmma,
based in Samsara,
ascension through action-based
relinquished like Karma
But Is he really an Ascetic….
Why then does Siva enter the forest naked with a ***** *****
Is he really an ******
Why then did Siva set fire to kama, indigo weapon, third eye flame?
or was it the other gods that sent him to blame...
Without problems, the contradictory roles seen as whole
in the face of the Holy howling storms, rudra, indra seen in forms
Meditative, bubbling passion sitting still
sacred Dharmma and unattached passion
relates to his skin blue, from that one time
he drank the demon poison to keep his kin coo’
Gangadhara the river was born of your thoughts
running steadily like the state of the freedom
you tantricly embody
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
dil chahta hai choom loo surkh labon ko tere,
bhar lu tumhe umra bhar k liye bahon me meri,
ji loo jindagi bhar tumhe apna bana kar,
bas koi aur parchayi tere siva kareeb kabhi aaye na mere,
jalta hu agar yaad me mai har ghadi,
chahta hu k ek waqt aisa aaye,
k yaaden nahi bas tu hi mujhme thahar jaye,
dekh loo tumhe ji bhar k,
aur choom loo surkh labon ko tere.....
bahut majboor ** gaya hu is judai k silsile se,
ab rasta koi aur dikhta nahi mujhko,
mai chahta hu k simat jaun tujhme,
aur so jaun hardam k liye gesuon ki chaon me tere,
kareeb aakar har pal sanjha kar loo tumse,
tum hardam k liye kareeb aa jao mere,
aur choom loo surkh labon ko tere......
ab kaise kategi jindagi ye meri,
isliye karta hu har pal intjaar tera,
bas yaad karta hu har vo lamha jo sath bitaya tere,
bechain ** jata hu kai baar,
jab sochta hu k koi aur kareeb hai tere,
ab dushman lagti hai duniya sari,
kaise jiyunga mai bin tere,
kareeb aa jao hardam k liye,
dil chahta hai choom loo surkh labon ko tere....
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
Freshly bathed & shivering
in the cool weak sunlight
of the early morning
the boy returns
to his bed,
the quiet young couple
who sleep gently nearby,
prepare their first
sweet smoke
of the morning
as a string is drawn
back & forth inside
the chillum pipe
to clean it,
& then the hashish is warmed
so as to soften it before
it's crumbled & mixed
with the tobacco from
a broken cigarette
kneaded in the
palm of the hand,
a small stone is placed inside
to anchor the mix yet
leave room for air
to flow & then
a damp rag is
wrapped around
the narrow end
to cool the smoke,
the woman holds the pipe
quite intricately it seems
to you at first but it's just
to create a space
so as to draw the
mix deep into
her lungs,
"Bom Siva Shankar"
intones the man as
she places her mouth
upon the joined hands
and draws that first
fiery draught
of purest black
Afghani hashish.
The chillum circulates
& the day has begun
as the youth of a
rejected Western World
envelop themselves
in the smell of dung
fires, incense, &
the Krishna chant
from the small
idol at the
corner
nearby.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
It might be the Autumn of the universe
But I’m dead and dying Only got three hours
but I’m worth four William Blakes
JK, this golden tongue just turn't a phrase
I’m variable I might put a pen in it for days
with my skaldic warlike metaphor maybe
pull the powder pink pin to this stink grenade
exploding White-light fragment
truth scattered like a bed unmade
Occupied by a
simple sinful citizen
what a murderous bake
like I pistol whipped the cinnamon
it’s on this nervous earth surface we wake
What if proper prayer & discipline
could cure the break?
Cognitive repetitive
sedative sensitive sediment
Source of my rep was my life as testament
seems I’m not dominant among
those so ignorant they numb
Instead relations are networked to witness division
tantric like Siva
got three eyes
so when she go to the movies I might do four plays
treat her nice at dinner I o five plates
Then see her later cause when it comes
to acid I might take 6 crates
to the dome, left with Gaping mouth and mind so blown
_
....
^^^^
I got one shot
but I got two clocks
cause time I’m never sure
3 eyes
4 plays
5 plates
6 crates
And 1 Boom Mic
Is this the Autumn of the universe or the Winter? Not for me to say.
I’m just a boy riding a white ox playing flute. My melody is the great opening, my drums the mirrored Dao.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC