"toba" poems - Hello Poetry

Ghazal Usky wo paon ki jhankar meri toba hay Lag rehey hay koi ootar meri toba hay Jaisay khushbo koi deeray se guzr jati ** Aise hay shukh ki raftar meri toba hay Ishq ko log samajhtay hain darra sada hay Rasta yar hay purkhar meri toba hay Ishk main lut gia jo pa gia wohi manzal Aag se piar ka izhar meri toba hay Husn ko dhondhna mehnga hi parra hay humko Hay tamasha sare bazar meri toba hay Jurm bus itna tha bus bhr kay nazar dekha tha Mehr ab dar pa hay dar meri yoba hay Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2017 Hath Par

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May 5, 2017

May 5, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC

col-muhammad-khalid-khan

Meri Toba Hay

Ghazal Usky wo paon ki jhankar meri toba hay Lag rehey hay koi ootar meri toba hay Jaisay khushbo koi deeray se guzr jati ** Aise hay shukh ki raftar meri toba hay Ishq ko log samajhtay hain darra sada hay Rasta yar hay purkhar meri toba hay Ishk main lut gia jo pa gia wohi manzal Aag se piar ka izhar meri toba hay Husn ko dhondhna mehnga hi parra hay humko Hay tamasha sare bazar meri toba hay Jurm bus itna tha bus bhr kay nazar dekha tha Mehr ab dar pa hay dar meri yoba hay Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2017 Hath Par

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The lake is smoothed jade after the rain and only the commercial flotsam of a lonely plastic Aqua bottle is adrift on untrammelled waters. A butterfly of the kind we usually see pinned and dead drifts by like me, enjoying the return of the sun, “mata hari”, the eye of the sky shining fiercely like Hanuman from a leaden countenance. Boys fool by my verandah view offering to sell me a girl. The travellers pass through like capsules, pausing only to bleed money into outstretched palms.

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC

andrew-m-bell

LAKE TOBA, 28 June 1993

The lake is smoothed jade after the rain and only the commercial flotsam of a lonely plastic Aqua bottle is adrift on untrammelled waters. A butterfly of the kind we usually see pinned and dead drifts by like me, enjoying the return of the sun, “mata hari”, the eye of the sky shining fiercely like Hanuman from a leaden countenance. Boys fool by my verandah view offering to sell me a girl. The travellers pass through like capsules, pausing only to bleed money into outstretched palms.

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“You can never go back,” someone famous once said and it’s true. Wading out from the paddy field, I swim around to view this piece of the past from the water. But it has changed. Its name, its appearance. Fifteen years on and there is more, more of everything but less of spirit. Our memories stay frozen while the world moves on. I climb the steep stairs from the lake. An old woman sits under a Carlsberg umbrella. I feel foolish, but I have to know. “Was this once called Christa’s?” She cackles delightedly through her betel-ravished gums and in broken English I think she is trying to tell me she is Christa. I walk down the hill past a stream of local “hello” purveyors, but they blur behind the gallery of faces mood-lit in my mind, people who once meant so much lost now in time and distance. You can never go back. You can only lift the lid of history.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC

andrew-m-bell

LAKE TOBA, 30 JUNE 1993

“You can never go back,” someone famous once said and it’s true. Wading out from the paddy field, I swim around to view this piece of the past from the water. But it has changed. Its name, its appearance. Fifteen years on and there is more, more of everything but less of spirit. Our memories stay frozen while the world moves on. I climb the steep stairs from the lake. An old woman sits under a Carlsberg umbrella. I feel foolish, but I have to know. “Was this once called Christa’s?” She cackles delightedly through her betel-ravished gums and in broken English I think she is trying to tell me she is Christa. I walk down the hill past a stream of local “hello” purveyors, but they blur behind the gallery of faces mood-lit in my mind, people who once meant so much lost now in time and distance. You can never go back. You can only lift the lid of history.

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Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School Evansburg, Pennsylvania circa ~ 1969 ADD: A(fter) D(umpster) D(diving). As a Halloween costume, that fifth year literally dug up materials, sans throw away wear during grade school, my father got veer re: brilliant idea for this sole son, which found gritty sanitation crew unclear but right at home on animal farm, and/or role with pigpen didst share this original getup cost Peanuts, but caused a big stink to rear up dressed depleted oxygen, and many classmate didst swear objectionable odor also induced eyes to tear. Missus Shaner (the talon clawed, shriveled queer looking relic of a dinosaur, who taught – for near lee a millennium fifth grade) gave me - up pair of gooey (Paraguay) “FAKE” genuine heir looms (bone a fide kitchen middens) artifacts mere wrack que less originally care lessly tossed out by indigenous: Guaraní, Ayoreo, Toba-Maskoy, Aché and Sanapan discovered in present day capital, dear lee benevolent holy city steeped in prayer: (Nuestra Señora Santa María de la Asunción). Authentic “FAKE” Central A mere reek'n (American) rank and file putrid bare lee tolerable plum rancid rotten ancient ******* handily found teacher to declare me the putative winner since everyone else passed out from the fetid air.

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Chief garbage taster – Fifth Grade “Poetaster”

Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School Evansburg, Pennsylvania circa ~ 1969 ADD: A(fter) D(umpster) D(diving). As a Halloween costume, that fifth year literally dug up materials, sans throw away wear during grade school, my father got veer re: brilliant idea for this sole son, which found gritty sanitation crew unclear but right at home on animal farm, and/or role with pigpen didst share this original getup cost Peanuts, but caused a big stink to rear up dressed depleted oxygen, and many classmate didst swear objectionable odor also induced eyes to tear. Missus Shaner (the talon clawed, shriveled queer looking relic of a dinosaur, who taught – for near lee a millennium fifth grade) gave me - up pair of gooey (Paraguay) “FAKE” genuine heir looms (bone a fide kitchen middens) artifacts mere wrack que less originally care lessly tossed out by indigenous: Guaraní, Ayoreo, Toba-Maskoy, Aché and Sanapan discovered in present day capital, dear lee benevolent holy city steeped in prayer: (Nuestra Señora Santa María de la Asunción). Authentic “FAKE” Central A mere reek'n (American) rank and file putrid bare lee tolerable plum rancid rotten ancient ******* handily found teacher to declare me the putative winner since everyone else passed out from the fetid air.

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