"thati" poems
Jab aankh khuli to amma ki
godi ka ek sahara tha
uska nanha sa anchal mujhko
bhumandal se v pyara tha.....
uske chehre ki jhalak dekh
chehra phulo sa khilta tha
uske stan ki ek bund se
mujhko jeevan milta tha
haatho se baalo ko noocha
pairo se khoob prahar kia
phir v us maa ne puchkara
humko jee bhar ke pyar kia
Mai uska raja beta tha
wo ankho ka tara kahti thi
mai banu budhape me uska
bas ek sahara kahti thi
ungli ko pakad chalaya tha
padhne vidlaya bheja tha
meri naadani ko v neej
antar me sadasaheja tha
Mere saare prashno ka wo
fauran jawab ban jaati thi
meri raho ke kaante chun
wo khud gulaab ban jaati thi
mai bada hua to college se
ek rog pyar ka le aaya
jis dil me maa ki murat thi
wo ramkali ko de aaya
shaadi ki pati se papa bana
apne rishto me jhul gya
ab karwa chauth maanta hu
maa ki mamta ko bhul gya
hum bhul gye uski maamta
mere jeevan ki thati thi
hum bhul gye apana jeevan
wo amrit wali chaati thi
Hum bhul gye wo khud bhukhi
rah karke hume khilati thi
humko sukha bistar dekar
khud geele me soo jaati thi
hum bhul gye usne hi
hotho ko bhasha sikhlayi thi
meri neendo ke lie raat bhar
uss maa ne lori gaayi thi
hum bhul gye har galti par
usne danta samjhaya tha
bach jau buri najar se
kala teeka sada lagaya tha
hum bade hue to mamta wale
saare bandhan tod aaye
bangle me kutte paal laye
maa ko vridhaashram chod aaye
apano sapno ka mahal girakar
kankar -kankar been laye
khudgargi me uske suhag ke
aabhushan tak cheen laye
Hum maa ko ghar ke batware ki
abhilasha tak le aaye
usko paawan mandir se
gaali ki bhasha tak le aaye
to be continued ........(next part may be in next week)
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
It was the around the month of August, 8 years ago.
We had just finished class and were about to go home , we had to walk a little distance to catch the bus.
To reach there we had to cross a huge junction , as we we walked out without any warning the sky went dark instantly ,
puzzled by the happenings we rushed to get to shelter before it would start to pour down ! (Wellthere was nothing special in what was happening , but it was because of her .
Yes she's my first rain , the one that could spur a smile from oneself with just a grin eagerly splashed from her face,
her presence could cast silhouettes in the air drawing me to her closer than ever,
such was her pristine yet delicate voice ,
I can never describe words of her unending charisma which knew no bounds such was the power of her presence)
we managed to get to that busy junction ! All we would think was to get that shelter ,
as we were waiting for the signal to turn green, it had already started to drizzle,
she turned her face towards mine and her crystal voice said
"when the lights turn green we will Sprint across the road!"
With my trembling tone I whispered
"I'm scared to cross the road". This time with her Stark grey eyes staring into mine,
she held my hand , my senses shook not to be rattled by the Strom but by her warmth ,
with all this going I felt a drop of rain touch my hand , yes the one she was holding,
so rejuvenating I never thought I could've appreciated the rain as much as I do now,
the magic of her touch had awakened my senses!
As we crossed the road all I could do was Wonder what was happening ,
Was it the rain? Was it her? Was any of this real?
We finally reached the shelter, she was no longer holding my hand ,
Yet I still had the same feeling wiring me into flashes!
Since that day rain has never been the same ,
Every time a drop touches my skin I can still feel the flashes thatI first felt the rain!
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Sorry I hurt you,
That was my bad,
I was experimenting on your feelings,
I wasn't thinking straight,
I'm sorry I complicate you,
I'm sorry that I am awkward,
And not very confident,
Guess that's why guys come after us.
Sorry that i can't express myself properly,
I guess I'm afraid of opening up and being hurt again.
But I accept the pain,
I'll even take the blame,
You did warn me things will fly...south,
Yet you loved me all the same.
I'm sorry that i don't give you the time you deserve,
And address the pain
Instead of giving myself false hope.
I'm sorry I have so many insecurities,
And not a very strong personality to cover for it.
I'm sorry that i put everyone first but you,
That i cry every day,
That i wish we were like those girls;
Pretty,
Have Guys running after them,
They aren't awkward like us.
I'm sorry I feel helpless all the time,
ThatI never talk to you,
That I'm so shy.
I'm sorry that some girls are jealous of me,
And think I have it all,
I don't know why they think that,
Beauty is on the inside,
Only tears,cuts and bruises are in there.
I'm sorry that I am so emotional,
That i am hurt,
That's my fault.
I'm sorry that I don't love you enough,
That I bury all the pain and you alongside it.
I'm sorry that I am so fake,
Smile,
My fixed expression through pain and sorrow,
I hope for the best while expecting the worst.
I'm sorry that i try to fight for everything,
But I can't even help myself.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
I think about you,
every chance i get
and the things you've said
are pretty hard to forget
you're love is like roulette
don't know what i'm gonna get
I've never felt like i was falling
when i fell in love before
it was beautiful and real
it was fast and hard
a steal
too good to be really true
burning red than fading blue
you told me thati'm crazy
maybe enough to handle you
but you make me question
every word you say is true
you make me question
question my own sanity
I think it should end here
but i want to spin the wheel
don't know what i'm gonna get
but i don't want to forget
your love is like roulette
don't know what i'm gonna get
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
I see a darkness in you.
The same darkness I see in me.
I also see a ray of light,
Reflecting, shining, a brilliance not many people have.
I'm messed up, my head down the gutter.
And I run. I run from the hollowness and I run from the dark.
And I'll keep running until I'm shown the light shines from me.
You saw the light,
The light I could not see.
You showed me that I too have a light,
A light that refracts like a diamonds, shining colours and splitting, allowing others to see and feel the warmth.
Though I still see the darkness, though it only mimics what once was.
you have shown me a light that I can make shine bright.
You helped show me thatI am more than the hole which tears my heart apart.
You helped show me that I too can be brilliant and I too can shine like a bursting star.
I could destroy galaxies and planets and be something so destructive.
But instead, you turned me int a light that shines so bright I keep other planets alive.
You'll never see or understand how much you've done for me.
How much you've shared or how your kindness has brought meinto the light.
I was a destroyer
I thought I was the darkness
But you've shown me that I am better.
Now I am the light.
Now I can be brilliant.
I know what you've given me.
And I am so eternally grateful.
But the darkess still seeps in. It still stays.
It creeps in at night when I'm feeling low.
Sometimes i miss the dark because it was so easy.
But I hold onto the light because the light shines through the darkness.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Loving you means
Thati give you
My heart, My love and my whole self.
You'll always come first befor.
Anything else
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
There is no strategy; intermediate step
Between Love and less than love
Nor is there a wrong way that can
Take us from the right path
Not even prayer can facilitate perfect
Knowing. All self help is futile and
Harmless. We cannot there from here
Nor return from tere to here.
Love is apriori from every before and survives
All that is to come.
It is Life and proof of Life
Conquering all
Victorious over every peril
Even the greatest-the experience of
Self annihilation it is triumphant
We hear again still small voice of
Anne Frank saying I still believe
That men are good. She is right.
For even if we lose this conviction
Succumb to the ruse of false hope
Love shall not fail.
If all that you know be sophistry
Signify nothing and you die on the world's
Stage believing it is so-This be but the proof
that you have overcome the world
You will wake up
That is the nature of Love
It matters not that it be in
Another place; another time
Another dream.
At the end of his life Winston Churchill
Gave us these haunting poignant
Words " ...the journey has been
Enjoyable and well worth the making...Once."
For it is always only once that:
I Live
ThatI Am
Love
Love
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish to know what you are thinking about me but than I think maybe its something worse so its good thatI dont know with That fact I can live in curiosity
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
The consciousness of self
Of one's self makes all other
Celebrity pale-this individual
Self means to each one of us
More than the sum all worldly
History combined: My pain,
Delight and my despair they
Are what I know most vividly
Even in sympathy and empathy
It is myself that I feel all else is
Abstract , a kind of heresy of
Mutually agreed upon gossip
As every infant know I am the
Star and I Live Forever. This is
Universal wisdom-Have we let
Go of this Truth given another
Story for"politeness" sake. Not
Our own. There is too much to the
Contrary-the evidence all says I am
I grant that it says the same thing
To you. The point is that the ikonic
Figure Christ must be representative
Of thatI am reality and that is where
His Truth exists-that is that our lives
Equate to His. As in life so in death.
Yet it is a metaphor-the identification
Is not exact but if it means anything
You can surely see yourself in the glass
And Know this story is about you-you
Who cannot die, for if you rise again
Then surely this world is a dream and
Is that not what you always thought
But in this dream you were crucified
Did not your disciples laugh and say
We told you so a lie you were the last
To know it is enough to make you cry
Like a baby and so you shut them up.
Yes we are all one one with the Father
But Forget me not I am His only son.
And so He left as we all must to dream
Again a better dream as we soon shall
In that place where death is no more
Nor ever was-In My Father's House
There are many mansions. Believe...
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC