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"sunke" poems
Shaam ki sardi mein Jab ghar se hum nikle,  Mast kuch bachchon ne yaad dilaya The hum bhi kitne befikre. Beet gaya aane se pehle,  Waqt kisi ka na hua. Bachpan le gaya sang apne,  Phir aaye mudke hai yehi dua. Kashtiyan kagaz ki banake  Chalate the paani mein,  Yehi nahi baarishon mein ghoomne Nikalte the apni cycle pe. Baarish ka anand nahi,  Toofanon se darte hain ab, Woh din bhi kya din the  Jab apne se lagte the sab. Kahaniyan sunke khud ko Doobate us duniya mein,  Na jhooth, na dikhava,  Na dhokha tha usmein. Dil mein thi ek bekarari hamesha, rehta tha khushi ka intezaar,  Ab hai yakin kismat pe apni,  Kabhi na lautenge ab woh din raat.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
Woh kagaz ki kashti
Being The Shortest Day ’Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes, Lucies, who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes, The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes; The worlds whole sap is sunke: The generall balme th’ hydroptique earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interr’d; yet all these seem to laugh, Compar’d with mee, who am their Epitaph. Study me then, you who shall lovers bee At the next world, that is, at the next Spring: For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new Alchimie. For his art did expresse A quintessence even from nothingnesse, From dull privations, and leane emptinesse: He ruin’d mee, and I am re-begot Of absence, darknesse, death—things which are not. All others, from all things, draw all that’s good, Life, soule, forme, spirit, whence they beeing have; I, by loves limbecke, am the grave Of all, that’s nothing. Oft a flood Have wee two wept, and so Drownd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow To be two Chaosses, when we did show Care to ought else; and often absences Withdrew our soules, and made us carcasses. But I am by her death—which word wrongs her— Of the first nothing, the Elixer grown; Were I a man, that I were one, I needs must know; I should preferre, If I were any beast, Some ends, some means; Yea plants, yea stones detest, And love; All, all some properties invest; If I an ordinary nothing were, As shadow, a light, and body must be here. But I am None; nor will my Sunne renew. You lovers, for whose sake, the lesser Sunne At this time to the Goat is runne To fetch new lust, and give it you, Enjoy your summer all; Since shee enjoyes her long nights festivall, Let mee prepare towards her, and let mee call This houre her Vigill, and her Eve, since this Bothe the yeares, and the dayes deep midnight is.
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A Nocturnall Upon St. Lucies Day
Being The Shortest Day ’Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes, Lucies, who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes, The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes; The worlds whole sap is sunke: The generall balme th’ hydroptique earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interr’d; yet all these seem to laugh, Compar’d with mee, who am their Epitaph. Study me then, you who shall lovers bee At the next world, that is, at the next Spring: For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new Alchimie. For his art did expresse A quintessence even from nothingnesse, From dull privations, and leane emptinesse: He ruin’d mee, and I am re-begot Of absence, darknesse, death—things which are not. All others, from all things, draw all that’s good, Life, soule, forme, spirit, whence they beeing have; I, by loves limbecke, am the grave Of all, that’s nothing. Oft a flood Have wee two wept, and so Drownd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow To be two Chaosses, when we did show Care to ought else; and often absences Withdrew our soules, and made us carcasses. But I am by her death—which word wrongs her— Of the first nothing, the Elixer grown; Were I a man, that I were one, I needs must know; I should preferre, If I were any beast, Some ends, some means; Yea plants, yea stones detest, And love; All, all some properties invest; If I an ordinary nothing were, As shadow, a light, and body must be here. But I am None; nor will my Sunne renew. You lovers, for whose sake, the lesser Sunne At this time to the Goat is runne To fetch new lust, and give it you, Enjoy your summer all; Since shee enjoyes her long nights festivall, Let mee prepare towards her, and let mee call This houre her Vigill, and her Eve, since this Bothe the yeares, and the dayes deep midnight is.
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Aajkal Bolna hota hai kuch merko Par kuch aur hi bol jata hu me Aajkal hasta sabke saath hu me Bas tumhare saath hi muskura pata hu me Aajkal harr raat sone toh jata hu me Par sapno me tumhari awaz sunke uth jata hu me Aajkal ek hi gane ko sau baar sunta hu me Phir kyu tumko soch kar sau gane likh jata hu me Aajkal hota toh me yehi pe hu Par kissi aur ke khayalo me doob jata hu me Aajkal raaste toh bahut leta hu me Par manzilo me tum tak pahuch jata hu me Aajkal zindagi lagti hai mere sapno ki tarah Phir lagta hai galti se uth na jau me khi Aajkal har pal jeeta hu me zindagi ki tarah Phir sochta hu ye pal bheet na jae khi Aajkal sanse tham jaati hai meri Bas Jab bhi hoti ** tum sath Aajkal dhadkne dhadkti hai meri Bas Jab tak tum ** saath
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC
Aajkal
Jad bi koi chude wali langdi kol di Me tenu labda ude wich Sochda shyad kite tera face dikh jawe Bada tadap reha ha tenu dekhan lai Photo nai dekhni Samne ake dekhna Ena jyada tadap reha ki puch na Par tenu ta *** koi fark ni penda Tahi keh kr *** Ki u will regret for life Kiwe a jawa samne eh gal sunke
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
Talash