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"uff" poems
Your mother bore you for nine months, she watched her feet swell, she struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quick; she bore excruciating pain, she suffered many sleepless nights; she became your nurse, your chef, your teacher, your cleaner, your laundrette, your friend, She struggled for you, but not once did she see it as a struggle. Not once did she develop regrets. After all this, how dare you say, 'uff' to her?
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Mother
everytime our fingers brush, i can see sparks flying, two bright stars colliding, feels like i'm on a sugar rush every time our eyes meet, i can see your eyes glowing, so like the sun, uff, burning, oh, i know it's a treat, so sweet everytime you smile at me, i can see meteors showering, soft stardust falling, eyes light up with so much glee everytime our lips touch, i can see the sky exploding, so many fireworks shooting, god, it all feels a little too much everytime our bodies fit, so right, i can see the nebula glittering, little asteroids shattering, gleaming pieces, our souls lit so bright everytime our fingers brush, i can see sparks flying, two bright stars colliding, feels like i'm on a sugar rush
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May 3, 2023
May 3, 2023 at 1:37 AM UTC
sugar rush
Kabhi phir se, aajao "bas mere banke." Sare taar cher jaao, "soone man ke". Paas betho, kuch to batao. Usi ada se, muskurao. Jo tum rutho, hum mana le. Tere nakhre, bhi utha le. Vo akad me, kya ada thi. Teri narazgi b, maza thi. Ji bhar k, dekhlu Aja phir se, ban than ke. Kabhi phir se, aajao "bas mere banke." Sare taar cher jaao, "soone man ke". Tu bhi mna le, kabhi jo roothe. Chore de tere, tewar ye jhoothe. Koi dekhe tuje, mera jalna. Uff ye bekhauf,tera chalna. Bin ruke tere bole jana. Mile jo ankhein, palkein jhukana. Kitni batein, hai adhuri.. Nyi yadein, hai zaroori. Chadhi collar, teri gira de. Fold sleeves,unfold kara de. Gala laga ke, band kardu. Teri shirt k jo, khule button the. Kabhi phir se, aajao "bas mere banke." Sare taar cher jaao, "soone man ke". # BJ writes # bj diaries # incomplete
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Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
Kabhi phir se aanaa
Ya Allah Bas is nafs K haathon majboor hu
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
Uff
to disembody, to be of purer stuff, without the "st-ah" and without the "uff", that would be, for now, enough.
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:53 PM UTC
to disembody
There's no need to work in the night, How I need to satisfy you tonight? Extremities of your cold body. Now just come here, my baby, Tell me how your face is so bright? Uff! Your hot body is just so very right.
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Come Here, Baby
Take me back.. Take me back to the days when we loved each other Take me back to the moment you first kissed me Remind me.. Remind me how it felt when your heart beat in rhythm with mine Remind me how it felt when you caressed my hands with your thumbs Take it back.. Take it back, the 'jokes' and the criticism Take it back, the way you pushed me around Never forget.. Never forget every tear I shed for you Never forget the scars you've left on my heart Tell me Tell me that you'll 'uff' me 'forver' Tell me someday I'll have your last name Take me back Take me back into your arms and kiss my cheek Take me back to your bed and your soft white sheets Remind me Remind me that I'm beautiful Remind me that you only want me Take it back Take back all the empty promises you made Take back every word you cursed me with Never forget Never forget the nights that I cried over you Never forget the smile that you once gave me Tell me Tell me you're sorry Tell me you'll 'uff' me 'forver' Take me back.
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
657 days - 10/2/13
Teen mahine pehle ek dastak hui, 603-604 asha appt mein hulchul hui, Mein Corona hoon, sab mujhse darte hai...usne jataya.. Kuch darre hum, kuch sehme hum, Phir usko bataya... Saalo pehle BP aur Sugar aaye the, Hum goli khaye, phir kheer pakori ka mazza uthaya... Aur unko niptaaya.... Uff Caronao, humein daraona.... Kuch hum darre hai, Ghar par baithe hai, Sab jagah curfew hai, Sadak par "few" hai, Woh Corona Warriors hai... Uff Coronao, humein daraona... Kuch study ki, analysis kiya, Immunity ko strong kiya, Anlom-vilom par command kiya, Saas aise powerful kiya, Corona ne bhi social distancing kiya, Uff Coronao, humein daraona.... Hummare pair mein bhi sanichar hai, Ghar se nikalna humari fitrat hai, Kuch na sahi corona hai, Ussi ka discussion hai, Uff coronao, humein daraona Tum senior citizen na bano, Youngster ki gali mein raho, Hum party aur dinner ko tarse, Tum pre-Corona bash manao, Uff coronao, humein daraona Maana badlaav mushkil hai, Par safar toh karna hai, Nokia namaskar se phone tak, Soap se sanitizer tak, College life se family life tak, Ghoomne se ghar par thaherne tak, Uff Corona, humein daraona...
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Corona Welcome....
.                                                  SO.me um sum *******                                                 uff ruff ******* so                                                 polished; leashed                                                 IN                                                            your                                                spread your *******                                                mouth                                                let's (wider)                                                hard i'm                                                going                                                          to                                                so those                                                fukin                                                take em off                                                satin white                                                little littles                                                ,                                                slut(do you like it when                                                 i "yes                                                 ))))               please                                                 please                                                  "hurt me                                                   into apart teeth .   teeth                                                   fingers inside                                                   inside tongue                                                   tonguing little                                                   rrufff stubble                                                   neck neck:                                                   throat.                                                   Gag.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Untitled
.                                                  SO.me um sum *******                                                 uff ruff ******* so                                                 polished; leashed                                                 IN                                                            your                                                spread your *******                                                mouth                                                let's (wider)                                                hard i'm                                                going                                                          to                                                so those                                                fukin                                                take em off                                                satin white                                                little littles                                                ,                                                slut(do you like it when                                                 i "yes                                                 ))))               please                                                 please                                                  "hurt me                                                   into apart teeth .   teeth                                                   fingers inside                                                   inside tongue                                                   tonguing little                                                   rrufff stubble                                                   neck neck:                                                   throat.                                                   Gag.
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How come my words never seem vast enough, to simply tell how my life can uff and puff, things in life, they are so simple, and yet I still seem to just pedel, on by and never look back. But then when I do, I always regret this feeling of horrible left over dew.
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
Yesterday, I Found You.
COUNTING (  tusent selen siczen in dem himelrich uff einer nadel spicz * ) no don't ask me how many let's just say...a lot angels dancing on a pin or on a needle's point doing their angel thing now swing now the Charleston now a Black Bottom "Oi! Angels! No! Keep it quiet for Heaven's sake but would they listen  - oh no ****** hell making it impossible for me to try to thread this *&@%/ needle oh God now they're dancing the Can-Can...again "Dónall son. . ." me poor auld Mam pleads "...that needle threaded yet?" "I'm working on it Mam I'm working on it!" the angels snigger at my efforts "Ok..let's begin then that's one. . . . . .a million and one!" me Man snatches the needle from me "Oh give it here son!" she licks the end of the bright red thread passes it through the eye of the needle a million and two angels fall from its point answering this needless question *** James Franklin has raised the scholarly issue, and mentions that there is a 17th-century reference in William Chillingworth's Religion of Protestants (1637), where he accuses unnamed scholastics of debating "whether a Million of Angels may not fit upon a Needle's point?"This is earlier than a reference in the 1678 The True Intellectual System Of The Universe by Ralph Cudworth. Helen S. Lang, author of Aristotle's Physics and its Medieval Varieties (1992), says The question of how many angels can dance on the point of a needle, or the head of a pin, is often attributed to 'late medieval writers'.... In point of fact, the question has never been found in this form…. Peter Harrison (2016) has suggested that the first reference to angels dancing on a needle's point occurs in an expository work by the English divine, William Sclater (1575–1626) in his An exposition with notes upon the first Epistle to the Thessalonians (1619), Sclater claimed that scholastic philosophers occupied themselves with such pointless questions as whether angels "did occupie a place; and so, whether many might be in one place at one time; and how many might sit on a Needles point; and six hundred such like needlesse points." Harrison proposes that the reason an English writer first introduced the "needle’s point" into a critique of medieval angelology is that it makes for a pun on "needless point". A letter written to The Times in 1975 identified a close parallel in a 14th-century mystical text, the Swester Katrei. However, the reference is to souls sitting on a needle: tusent selen siczen in dem himelrich uff einer nadel spicz * — "in heaven a thousand souls can sit on the point of a needle."
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Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 8:28 PM UTC
COUNTING ( tusent selen siczen in dem himelrich uff einer nadel spicz * )
COUNTING (  tusent selen siczen in dem himelrich uff einer nadel spicz * ) no don't ask me how many let's just say...a lot angels dancing on a pin or on a needle's point doing their angel thing now swing now the Charleston now a Black Bottom "Oi! Angels! No! Keep it quiet for Heaven's sake but would they listen  - oh no ****** hell making it impossible for me to try to thread this *&@%/ needle oh God now they're dancing the Can-Can...again "Dónall son. . ." me poor auld Mam pleads "...that needle threaded yet?" "I'm working on it Mam I'm working on it!" the angels snigger at my efforts "Ok..let's begin then that's one. . . . . .a million and one!" me Man snatches the needle from me "Oh give it here son!" she licks the end of the bright red thread passes it through the eye of the needle a million and two angels fall from its point answering this needless question *** James Franklin has raised the scholarly issue, and mentions that there is a 17th-century reference in William Chillingworth's Religion of Protestants (1637), where he accuses unnamed scholastics of debating "whether a Million of Angels may not fit upon a Needle's point?"This is earlier than a reference in the 1678 The True Intellectual System Of The Universe by Ralph Cudworth. Helen S. Lang, author of Aristotle's Physics and its Medieval Varieties (1992), says The question of how many angels can dance on the point of a needle, or the head of a pin, is often attributed to 'late medieval writers'.... In point of fact, the question has never been found in this form…. Peter Harrison (2016) has suggested that the first reference to angels dancing on a needle's point occurs in an expository work by the English divine, William Sclater (1575–1626) in his An exposition with notes upon the first Epistle to the Thessalonians (1619), Sclater claimed that scholastic philosophers occupied themselves with such pointless questions as whether angels "did occupie a place; and so, whether many might be in one place at one time; and how many might sit on a Needles point; and six hundred such like needlesse points." Harrison proposes that the reason an English writer first introduced the "needle’s point" into a critique of medieval angelology is that it makes for a pun on "needless point". A letter written to The Times in 1975 identified a close parallel in a 14th-century mystical text, the Swester Katrei. However, the reference is to souls sitting on a needle: tusent selen siczen in dem himelrich uff einer nadel spicz * — "in heaven a thousand souls can sit on the point of a needle."
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Ek shakhs hai jise main behad pasand karti hoon, jise main beinteha chahati hoon. Ek shakhs hai jisse mera dil beinteha mohabbat karta hai par yeh baat usse main samjhau kaise? Pasandida mard hai woh yeh baat usse main bataun kaise? Nahi reh sakti main uske bina yeh baat woh samajhta kyu nahi? Kya usse mujhse mohabbat nahi? Kyu woh ek shakhs mere dil aur dimaag mein bas chuka hai? Meri mohabbat ab "ishq" ban chuki hai yeh baat main chah kar bhi usse bata paati kyu nahi? Aakhir kyu yeh dil uske bina kahin teherta nahi? Aakhir kyu uske alawa meri nazare kissi aur ko dekhti nahi? Kyu uski yaadein har pal, har lamha mujhe uske aur kareeb kar deti hai? Mujhe usse kya uski aankhon, uski baaton, uski khusboo ya tak ki uske naam se bhi ishq ishq hai, kaash yeh main usse bata paati. Uski aankhein jo samudra se gehri hai, unn aankhon mein dekhna mujhe kaafi pasand hai, uff!! Uski nashili aankhein. Uski awaaz? Uski awaaz mein toh maano jaise ek alag hi madhoshi hai, jisse sunna mere kaano ko ek sukoon sa deta hai aur hayee!! uska naam sunte hi mere chehre par jo muskurahat aati hai, woh kahan hi kissi se chhupi hai? Haan, ishq hai mujhe usse yeh baat mere dil mein hi kahin dafan hai. Usse meri mohabbat ki koi hadd nahi yeh jaake usse koi bataye, uske naraz hone se maano meri saansein tham jaye. Behad khoobsurat hai woh shakhs yeh baat woh maanta kyu nahi? Nahi reh sakti main uske bina yeh baat woh samajhta kyu nahi?
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Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
Mohabbat 🎀🧿
Grief will pave the way for happiness Lose everything and you'll find everything Here where I am, everything is topsy turvy Here where I am, being is not being Here where I am, not being is being When the face of the king appears Give away your everything Everything that you once loved Everything that you once had The core essence of your being It belongs to the king Don't even say "uff" Just give away your head as a sovunier And your heart will become gold That will shine forever © Ali Ashraf
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Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
Here where I am
You were a book and I was a reader Look! I read Until bleed... Then I decided to change the chapter Uff...Your Character! Finally, I moved to another book to explore new themes... But my dreams! You were Sun and I was Saturn Look! I revolved Until dissolved... Then I decided to change the orbit Uff...Your Target! Finally, I changed the sky to fly high... But a Sigh!
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
Good Bye