"sota" poems
Ki haar gaya tan tan man puakar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe
Ki jis pal haldi lepi hogi tan par maa
Jis pal sakhio ne saupi hongi saugaate
Dholak ki thappo me , ghunghroo ki runjhoon me
Ghulkar faili hongi ghar me pyari baate
Uss pal meethi si dhun , sune kamre me sun
Roye man chausar par haar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe .....
Haar gya tan man ..........re haar gya re..
Kal tak jo humko , tumko milwa deti thi
Un sakhio ke pprashno ne toka to hoga
Saajan ki anjuri par anjuri kaapi hogi
Meri sudhio ne rasta roka to hoga
Uss pal socha man me aage ab jeevan main
Jee lenge hans kar bisaar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe ...
Haar gaya tan man ....re haar gya re
Kal tak jin geeto ko tum apana kahti thi
Akhbaaro me padhkar kaisa lagta hoga
Saawan ki raato me saajan ki bahoon main
Tan to sota hoga par man jagta hoga
Uss pal ke jeene me aanshu *** lene me
Marte hai man hi man maar kar tumhe
Kitne ekaki hai pyar kar tumhe
Haar gaya tan-man ...re haar gaya re..
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Rang laayi dua , mojajaa ** gya
jo nahi tha mera, wo mera ** gya *2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya *2
Iss kadar mat sataa, laut aa laut aa
fir na kahna koi, bewafa ** gya *2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya *2
Ki aisa lagta hai tumko nazar lag gyi
tum to aise naa the, tumko kya ** gya *2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya *2
Meri ankho me sota raha dewta
man ke mandir me fir, rat jaga ** gya *2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya *2
Teri kurbat tera aasara chahie
mujhko isske siwa, or kya chahie *2 *2
manzile khud pe khud, paas aa jayengi
dil me chalne ko bas hausala chahie
Rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya *2
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Na amiro ki basti mein rhta hu
Na hi gareebo ke aashiyane mein
Middle class ka hua
Middle mein rhta hu
Na pahali pankti ki pehali seat pr baithta hu
Na hi aakhar mein khada rhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Middle mein rhta hu
Na croro ka kabaar hai
Na hi gulabi note hazar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri jarurate saman hai
Na luxury car hai
Na nhi cycle apni bekar hai
Middle class ka hu
Auto,riksha, paddle chalna
Apne liye aam hai
Na meri girlfriends char hai
Na hi single rhna izzat ka swaal hai
Middle class ka hu
Apne yaar,dost shandaar hai
Na aasman chhuti imarto par likha apna naam hai
Na hi sadak kinare bitati apni shaam hai
Middle class ka hu
In dono ke beech
Kaat leta apni raat hu
Na videsh ghoomnta hu
Nahi sehar se bahar jaana muskil samjhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Apna desh pura ghoom lena bhi bahut samajhata hu
Na sir jhukane wale log hai
Na hi sir jhukane wale hum hai
Middle class ka hu
Sabko gale lagana hi
Apna dharam hai
Na hi ac mein kaam karta hu
Na hi dhoop mein pasina sukhata hu
Middle class ka hu
Pankhe ke niche apna kaam karta hu
Na suraksha karmi apne pass hai
Na hi sarir apna lachar hai
Middle class ka hu
Apni jaan ki raksha apne hath hai
Na chhapan pakwan banate apne maharaj hai
Na hi khaali pet sota apna pariwaar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri maa ke haath mein hi sara sawaad hai
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Woh bhi kya din thay
Kya thi woh raatay
Hoti thi kitni baatay
Hoti thi kitni mulaqaatay
Na kisi cheez ki parwa thi
Na tha koi darr
Rangeen hoti thi shaamay
Raatoy ko sota tha tumharay kandhay pay rakhkar sar
Ab na woh waqt raha
Na raha ** mahol
Ab kissay guftagu karoon
Ay meri tanhai..tu hi bol
(Urdu and Hindi)
English translation
What days those were
What nights were those
There used to be so many conversations
There used to be so many meetings
We didn't care about nothing
Neither was there any fear
The evenings used to be colourful
In the nights i used to sleep resting my head on your shoulders
Today that time doesn't exist
Neither does that atmosphere
Now with whom do i have a conversation
Oh my loneliness...you only tell
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Tormento de tormenta en el exilio:
me llamas con tu voz de boca en llamas.
Te quemas, me torturas, te desbocas,
loca sota en baraja sin figuras.
Auguras un futuro de horas muertas,
tuertas, yertas, seguras de su suerte,
estrechas en su muerte, hijas de calenturas,
de noches sin holgura y sin recuerdos.
Acuerdos acometo con extraños;
de estaño es la cometa de los cuerdos,
arrastrando su vuelo por el barro.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
Forged by the blood upon the ramming ships bow
Gun smoke rising from fired cannons, port side
Missiles launch, starboard side, skyward bound
Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!
Lights shone from signalmen fore
Bring flashes from rifles by ****** port side
Naval fly-boys on the starboard side, ** coming about
Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!
Cut 'em off and Capture the Savage
So don the iron, Monitor, and defend the 'Sota
For the Midway is close, the codes broken, the ships sinking slow
So, Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
el sol va tocar la lluna i amb els ulls brillants que compartien una
paradoxa amor, es va convertir en el seu conjunt
es va torçar en una essència sota els llençols de les tenebres al
nostre espai infinit
the world whispered the simple phrase into my ample
body, frigid in the sense mentally and physically
I cant get enough of this new comer
I feel the verses in my poetry have became
more real when words are enveloped in
a character of no moral restraints
I am more real now, I feel full
yet my emptiness is there on the side
I need that, and its understood - every human does
wholesome
grateful
the living dead are fully
alive now, and I have let
the deader parts of me fade away
with the turning of time
I have a new sheet of skin upon my body
I have new eyes peering at the world
with the stare of a pale ****** who has
yet to be touched by the sun
just coming out of my mothers womb
you see
I am born again
I breathe for the first time
and I love genuinely
I throw my arms in the sky
and I bathe myself in the wind
of this foreigner whom soon
I will give my body to
and you will grow along me
the clouds move above me like a
euphoric dream of melodies
and I feel the rush of the universe
come down on me like a huge raindrop
and I am cleansed
and I am free
and I am love
the smell of wet wood in the park
suffocates me with its natural joy
and I lay on the grass and peer
into the lakes of life and
the mysteries they hold, I cannot
wait to find out the riddles
and listen to the new rhymes to come
welcome new year
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC
I’ve become quite adept at hiding the best parts of myself
In my Facebook status, tweets, Instagram photos
You are looking for a reason to justify the attention your mind is giving me
A redeeming quality
A reason to say, “hey…hey I see you there”
“That you inside of you that isn’t so afraid of you”
I see you out there looking for the me you saw that one time
For that thing that made your heart miss for a second
We are playing Where’s Waldo with my confidence
You keep finding all those striped shirt imposters that are my insecurities
I have left littered everywhere
But you forget silly little girl we are not looking for simply a man in a striped shirt
We are looking for a man in a striped shirt and a ridiculous hat
I bought this stupid ******* hat so that you could see me
Clearly this is not the kind of hat one wears at the dockyard
The pier
Or on the farm
Or Time Square
Or the circus
Well maybe the circus
But definitely not at home
Or the zoo
And for sure not on the internet
Every day we are playing two insecurities and a truth
Did I post that picture of my book because I want you to know that I think I’m smarter than I think most people think I am
Or did I just like the book
Is that a picture of my shoes
Or was I just wanting to let you know that I was financially secure enough to take care of myself
Is that a picture of my son
Or just a statement of my ability to commit
Tell me which one of those is the truth
Which one of those would make you go first
I am standing here
In this stupid mother ******* hat
At a shopping mall
In the middle of ********* Minne-fucking-sota
Please find me
I know that you have spent a long enough time looking at the parts of me that look just enough like me that you might confuse them for me
But they aren’t the real me
They’re just some self-doubt who bought the same shirt as I did on sale at Costco over Memorial Day Weekend
Please recognize me
Say hi to me
I am really good at saying hi back
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC