"vah" poems
Her hand rested slight
Upon the book she'd found
Her bag across her shoulder
She was waiting for the sound
Of the door alarm at the B & N
I mean after all it was
Fifty nine volumes
On how to build a bomb
Found none to soon
On a shelf at the B & N
Abandoned by her lover
After too many fights
That was five years ago
A lot of lonely nights
Casing the B & N
Screaming out loud
At rush hour on the train
Was not an option
Nor was *******
Snorted at the B & N
Finally people milling round
She quietly lifted the solution
To her ravaged heart
All fifty nine on revolution
S
l
i
p
p
e
d
Into her bag at the B & N
Head down and weighted down
She walked to the exit
Waiting for someone
No one to prevent it
Except security at the B & N
At last the perfect patsy
Alarm rang, the man froze
And our spurned lover
To the opportunity arose
Ran out of the B & N
Ran to the parking lot
Her VW bug
Opened the door
Threw in what she'd lugged
59 looted at the B & N
Key from the drink holder
In her shaking hand
er rhrh rhrh vah-room
Such a brazen plan
Perpetrated at the B & N
Her eyes glowed wicked
With rage and revenge
Someone would pay
All would attend
This crime hatched at the B & N
The deed was done
She clung to the wheel
The accelerator floored
The tires squealed
Away, away from the B & N
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per Has padta hu
Itna gyan prapt kar liya fir bhi
pathar ki murti samne hath jod kar khada hu
Kabhi Kabhi to main apne aap per has padta hu.
Sau chuhe to humne bhi mare,
namak dalkar bhi humne khae par
jab haj per pahunche tab pata Chala
ki vah sab to viarth tha.
Dharm aur Bhakt ki kya yah dosti badi aanokhi hai
buddhu pahla wala banata hai,
dusre wala samjhata hai ki buddhu kaise banaa hai.
Tu jise maine dekha nahin bus khali teri batay hi suni hay
To ab tu hi bata k tuj par kesay visvas Kar Lu
par tu bataee ga bhi kesay
Kabhi Kabhi to main yah sochta hu
ki agar tu na hota to kya hota ?
Agar tu hay us Ka bhram na hota to yah pakshpath na hota,
tu alag mein alag aisa mahsus na hota
insan insan ke barabar hota.
Maine suna hai ki har Kan mein hai tu
To tere liye ye ghar banane ki itni jid kyon?
Tu kya tu nahin chahta use jagah per ek bhavya vidyalay bane?
Kuch dost to mere aise bhi hai ki jab ab dharm
per vivad hota hai tu yah sunana nahin bhulate
ki unhone yah dharm granth pada hai
aur sathi sath yah bhi nahin bolate
ke tu bhi yah dharm granth pad.
Agar dharm granth padhne ke baad ahankar aata **
to vah granth na pado to behtar hai.
Vishvaas ki kai paribhashaye hai Jaise
Shaniwar ko chana, tel aur chappal
Na khaya, lagaya aur kharida jata hai.
Or jab poochho k kyon?
To uttar aisa milta hai jis per vishvaas nahin hota.
Vishvaas karo To prashn nahin,
aur prashn Karo to tumko vishvaas nahin,
yah kaisi andhvishwasi mayajaal hai
jismein ek ke liye suraj nila hi, To dusre ke liye hara hi
Aur teesra aankhen kholne ko taiyar nahin
kyunki use ine donon per VISHVAAS NAHIN.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC
How much for breakfast,
coffee chocolate and vanilla
Ella, el, el LA.
One right, 2 the nose and back across
My belly, Elly, Ella, el la.
Fitzgerald.
The phone, pho' phourdy eighth street
San Diego, 8:51, vah nella, naps on my bed
Chocolate prefers then under the sink
Instead.
Coffeenchocolate vanilla
El, ella, el LA.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
"tum haaree vajah se dard
vah meree pyar ki kahaanee"
the suffering brought on by you
"That's my story for LOVE"
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 9:48 AM UTC
Mai paida ** sakta tha use maa ki kokh say
ya fir us maa ki kokh say
lekin hua is man ki kokh say
jiske pati ka naam ye tha.
Mujhe kisi ne pucha nahi
na jaane ki kisi ne koshish ki
bus bol diya ki tu ye dharma ka hay
or yha teri jaati hai.
Parjab bade hokar main nay
in zanjiro ko todna chaha to jana ki
mere apne hi vo zanjeer bane baithe the.
Jab vivas hokar mein chhat pataya
to paya ki vah hati ki rassi
jo zanjeer bane baithi thi vo tut ***
Or tab samajh mein aaya ki
us hathi ki rassi ki koi galti nahi thi
vah to bus meri pariksha thi.
Mein paida ** gaya us man ki kokh say
jiska pati ka naam ye tha.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
'The electrical translator, too, is like a series of stars"
लॉरेंस हॉल विद्युत अनुवादक भी तारों की एक श्रृंखला की तरह है।
<>
the **** the poke,
the smell of roasting smoke,
electricity on fire,
the translstor is also guided
by the mentoring direction of
Saraswati:^
today we learned thst
creativity
is well stored, well kept,
& much beloved,
dwelling deep in the coda of the internet,
and s-un-surprisingly
~~~~
She is a she,
especially in
Hindi
वह एक औरत है,
खासकर हिंदी में
vah ek aurat hai,
khaasakar hindee mein
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC
life is made out of segments
where we enter rooms and
become someone else
for we must blend into
to not scare anyone
then we emerge into the light
and we eat and drink everything
out of someone else's fridge
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
probably inspired by a book review
that's the way it crumbles -
about the invasion of americanism
on the goo' 'ol
englanddd...
gender neutral: i / you.
hyper gender?
the pronoun it
elevated to the status of noun...
and a mini crammed with 15 clowns,
all staring at you spooky
when clamouring out of
the dwarf car...
seemingly clautrophobia
wasn't an issue...
but one of the clowns farted
and that was the limit the 14 could take.
so, as an oddity...
a latvian tennis player won
the french open's final in the female
category...
on point:
and given the kissing borders:
latvia (łotwa)
(you can add the v if you want
to replace the woo-woo) -
and...
lithuania (litwa) (lee-t-vah) ו .
va-va-va- -shroom!
and there's the mad serpent,
slapping itself against a clenched array
of teeth... to the point where you kind of
imitate
an epileptic fluttering of your eyelids...
ah... but only if you know how to
trill the R;
no, we don't need phlegmatic
harking french R,
or the english dentistry's anaesthetic
numb R...
no thank you: there's no:
to trill, or to not trill(?)
here.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC