"usk" poems
Chand ko dekhkar yaad tumhari aati hai,
Chand ki chandni b sath rahkar door hojati hai,
Chand ne auron ko to khush rakhti hai chandni apne ujale se,
Par chand se poocho jara k vo usk paas kab aati hai ?,
Raat bhar jagkar jo duniya ko roshan karta hai,
Andar hi andar vo bhi judai ki aag me jalta hai,
** kar rahe ae mere khushiyon k maalik tum bhi kuch aisa,
Mai dhoondhta rahta hu tumko paas apne,
Aur tum kahiin door nikal jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Kyun khataye meri tumhe har baar dikh jati hai,
Kabhi paas aakar to dekho mai kitna gunahgaar hu,
Tum to ruswa ** jate ** bewajah mujhse,
Aur na ki hui khata ki saja mujhe de jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Choot jate hai jo judai ki maar se mai vo dil ka saudagar nahi,
Tum to bas kuch pal bitakar sath me fir se meri duniya ko banjar bana jate **
Kabhi tum bhi mujhe aaajma kar dekho kareeb se,
Kyun door rahkar mujhe doori ka ehsaas kara jate **
** tum hi sirf meri jindagi me jise chaha dil ki har khwahish se,
Aur tum ** k gairon ko mera batakar rooth jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Mai nai hu vo jise duniya dil parast kahti hai,
Mai to deewana hu tumhari har baat ka,
Fir bhi na jane ku roothkar tapadne k liye chod jate **
Ban jaun ttera har pal ka sathi,
Kyun aisi koi saja nahi,
Jindagi bhar rone k liye,
Har baar kyun tanha kar k chale jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Kyun bhool jate ** k mai bhi hu tumhari raah me,
Khada hi aankhen band kark tumhe paane ki chah me,
Akhir aisa bhi kya k mere rone se bhi tum rooth jate **
Mujhe apna banakar pal bhar me paraya ban jate **
Fir bhi na jaane ku chaand ko dekhkar yum yaad aate **
i love you alot. N you are my only wish, need n reason. Trust me i love you n only you. Please my sweet heart marry me.
I cant live widout you n our baby.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
Within a mere winds wisp
from the henge,
It stands, majestic.
Built by calloused hands,
Of stone pillar, carved
By centuries of raging Usk,
to rise above Isca Silurum.
The cambion desires and dreams,
Realised by this last enchantment.
Within a mere winds wisp
from the henge,
It falls, forlorn.
Razed by calloused hands,
To jealous rocks, wasted
By centuries of cooling Usk,
to lay beside Isca Silurum.
Staring at catherderal skies
over nights of firefly summer.
Two jacks, used.
I forgive my Camelot.
Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
That field stone bridge, as bridges do,
Waits over brown waters, joining roads
Where Legions marching, marched on.
Her waters breached the ocean, bringing back
Bottles, birds and songs.
In the morning between the columns,
The water breaks from sloping bends,
But under the evening light, when the house
Across the bank shimmers,
They return, marching, dipping, flowing.
Time and time the ebb and flow disturbs ripples
In my mind.
Reflections change from foundations and windows;
Boots and birds go by with the Usk
To deeper waters.
The same tidal waters.
My time here joins roads with the bridge I walk,
Feeling leather below my knees, as Legions did
Before the dig.
Their shields and spears resting,
They bend over fires
And drink clear water that cleverly flows
In and out beneath the bridge.
These same waters,
Ripe in paradox,
Keep days and nights still;
Where past and now meet
In diurnal echoes.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
See this
The cupped hands
The fat in the lamb
The fable, the stones,
The hook that stands
The shepherd's door
Cross the red dirt floor
The Black Usk
Snaking under
Table mountain
Green with
Lambs that lick
At grass drenched
In peeling bells
That climb and call
Your dust to prayer
Now kneel
Cold cushions
Under high glass
Stained for sinners
_Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani_
Your fat in the lamb
Your crimson hands
Better you bury
Your rind in red earth
To cure your warts
With a whisper
And send your sins
To the dirt
Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 7:15 AM UTC