"tora" poems
Kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay kitnay waday torhay hein?
kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay kitnay logouin ka dill tora hay?
kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay apne eik nazar say kis kis ko apne he
nazrouin mein gerayya hay?
- nae pucha nah? kese din pucho gay nah tou mrnay ka dill chahy ga, zindage kay
naam say chirnay lago gay.
Kabhe pucha hay kay tum Zindage kay naam per eik beyqaar zindage jee rahay
hou? aur phir kehthy hou ''yaar kya krien zindage he esse hay''. Kabhe Zindagi
ke kitaab ko khol kr tou dekho kya kya rakha hay uiss mein. Zindage bahot he
haseen hay sirf hum masroof hein apne duniya mein wou duniya jis mein kuch
nahe sawaye humaray. Ajj loug dusrouin ke mintein krtay hein kay ''ruk jau''
''na jau'' jb kay mery khayaal mein ye loug bhul chukay hein kay '' jis ko jana hay
uis ko jana hay chahy tum apne jaan kyun na deh dou''. Ajj tou logouin ke
zindage andhere hojaate heh jab koe uinka ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' chor jaye aur wo uis
khuda ko bhool jaatay hein jis nay uis ko usse ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' say milaya tha.
Hum loug tou apnay Khuda ko bhe bhul chukay hein. Wo Khuda jis kay pass
humnay waapis jana hay wo Khuda jis kay bagheir humare koe ukaat nae.
Barhay Unchay gharouin mein reh reh kr apnay app ko Khudha samjhna shuru krdeya hay humnay.
Ess zamaanay mein koe kese ka Dost nae hota barha Dost Dost krtay hou na jab doob rahay hou gay
kudhe dekhna kay sab DOST tamasha dekh rahay hogein aur tum zindage ke tarf aanay ke bher-poor
koshishein kr rahay hou gay, tab apnay app say puchna kay ye wo DOST thay jin kay leye tum apnay
maa-baap say laray? uin kay samnay uncha bolay? sharmindage hoi? Ajj hum itnay ''self-obssessd''
hein kay dusrouin ko dekh kay lagta hay chunte jitni ukaat hay uiss ke. Hum apne he Duniya mein
bahot dur nikal aayein hein, asal duniya say bekhabar, asal dostouin say hum la-taluq ** chukay hein.
Hum ajj apnay app mein he kho chukay hein. Apnay rab ko humnay kho deya. Rab ko kho deya matlab
Sub kuch kho deya ! tou abb hamaray pass koe raasta hay?
-Haan wou rab 5 martaba bulaata hay tumhein apne taraf, jau uiss ke taraf aur apne ASAL ZINDAGE
ke taraf waapse aou.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
Meri zindgi
meri har khushi
meri chahten, tm he to thay
mje tm he say muhabbat thee
tm he to meri jan thay
koi bta day tm ko b
k tm ** ab tk na-ashna
tm nay mje tora hae
mera dil kahan tm nay chora hae
mje tm nay chorna he tha to!
q mje tm nae chaha tha!
q mje tm nay jana tha!
main aj kahay deti hn
tm ko main ab bhool jaon ge
tm ko kbi na staaon ge
kbi main yad na aon ge
tm thay meri zindgi
muhabbat ki thee tm say he
aj kahay deti hn main ab
tm say mjko ** gye nfrat
tm say muhabbat khtm hui
toot gaye sb naate rishte
dil say kahay deti hn main ab
lay li jga nfrat nay..
Muhabbat kho gye kahen..
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
i met a mongol once in amsterdam, we exchanged a tearful stare and said a melancholic hello, as if we were to be brother in cement or sandstone of what the sun rememebred and man forgot but nonetheless carved for enshadowed suave of the shadowing hand on hand upon handed down remnant of the handless kanji... the motherless thus tongueless river of sight utilising hand and hand as sophistication of spying thanks to the hands’ shadows: thus no shadow tongue unless that shadow be thought or the abstract off thought: pre-meditation and the subsequent minded courtsey as requested of the blank page or the buddha’s slitted eyes faking intoxication by western standards of that green plant the mongols despise: and western societies fare to tax and thus exploit.
and it would be easiest to withhold making talks
with the slavs
by compensation of the northern-most mosque
being established
as true progression...
but then having insulated the slavs
who are "primarily" plumbers and electricians
to make any dent in the politics of the other monotheists...
where the european excludes the european from europe
there you will see war as encouraging the asian
or the arab...
there you will see war, should a
european exclude european from europe
there you will see war
caucausian againts the rooster against the morn!
TAR TAR! TAR TAR! TAR! TAR!
(in japanese tora tora tora!)
because you did not cherish our shared values
thus become devalued therefore value your integral anti-economic
evaluations that have no place in my land
but concern of keeping brown in the noun and not in the verb
of racism and sun;
i've become a barabbas among you, you messiahs,
you messiah selfies and messiah implants,
what gave you the jews scorned has given
me you as the "jews" scorned in your disorientation
of the fathomed atom bomb already spoken of in
the book of the apocalypse....
but a man ejecting an european from europe
to fantacise a non-invoked colonialism will halve in carving
this world in half for multi-cultarism!
no pole ever spoke of colonialism to see you speak
of post-colonial re-colonialisation of remote areas so ardently cared for:
conquer... and subsequently fall: your sons the additive bullets:
я и pоссия demand: the caucaucus tribes to
fake unity with the danube fools of erected bohemia.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
more honourable are the men who end the lineage or their families, like me and my uncle on the grand-grand-maternal side of the family, than those who wish to cherish origins of their “aristocracy” of aiding society with a washing machine... or musicological braille; we who took to the aztec breath, bow with humbling operatics while the others continue to squabble.
i call this the shark’s fin drinking session,
i too wish i was the czech apache fanatical
living it out for a few weeks in the year
to don the feathers in some remote place,
but i have whiskey to mind and
when i lift the shark fin shaped glass
i do the jaws’ soundtrack violin itches with the words:
to ra, to ra, to ra, tora tora tora, tora tora tora!
then i hear of pearl harbour’s tattooing
of soldiers with hot hot metal.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
sam dale no quería
dormir solo con sus sudores
y a la madre le dijo "madre
búscame novia entre los odios del día"
así creció perseguido por olor
que nunca supo conseguir
la madre madrecía cada noche
pero no había caso
"ah" decía sam dale al final de su chaleco
hermoso como un secretario general
"novia mía ¿porqué no venís?
novia mía ¿qué suelo ató tus sienes?"
la novia de sam dormía y hacía amanecer
de sus dos pies salía el sol la luz
y era bella como los pies de Dios
atados siempre siempre
a tanto dolor atados pero no Dios sino el grande amor
duerme atado a profunda claridad
no lo despierten hijos
que duerma duerma duerma
a menos que le den de comer
él duerme porque no le darían de comer
y duerme hermoso hermoso
como la novia de los yules verdes
como la novia del amor primero
ella está muerte y yo la quiero
pero sam dale ni nada
él pedía a la madre por la esposa del río
la esposica estaba en el río vestida de amarillo
haciendo una cama grande con las aguas
corinas con los pájaros para que entre la mañana cantando
y aún la muerte cuando debiera entrar
peor sam dale vigilaba la puerta y Dios no entra por ahí
así que viuda tora marinera se le murió la camisa
y la enterró ya tarde ya tardísimo
y manzanitas de oro había en las ramas
¡gracia que tiene lo perro!
¡ah muérdanos la cara para despertar!
a sam dale lo pusieron en una copa de vidrio
"¡ah tripa dolorosa!" decía hablando del corazón
la flor de su camisa tapo o mundo celéstese sam dale
cuándo despertaremos mi dios
novia dormía hermosa hermosa con un lunar de amor
y un ruiseñor que le cantaba enemigos
sam dale cruzó Alabama como un fuego
dejó en herencia una mañana que las gallinas picotearon
y del costado le caían señoras
acabaditas de nacer
¡ah sam dale te tomaron el alma en mitad del arenal!
no debiera dormir mal ahora a las tres de la tarde tu entierro pasó
al pie de tu retrato ella se arrodilló
pobre con una cuna blanca sola
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