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"waan" poems
Chamakte -damkate chehro main bhi Uski thi pahchan mujhe "Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe Wo pagal thi meri hokar' Wo roti thi mujhse lad-kar' Jaan waan toh baate thi"" Wo  kehti thi ( humsath) mujhe ' Ek sanwli ladki se tha pyar mujhe Wo ladti' kuch kuch kahti thi mujhe Par aah karu Jo toh samjh leti thi mujhe.. Uske pyar ka ikraar tha mujhe ... Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar  mujhe karu Jo khata toh tok deti thi mujhe Par jaane se pahle ROK leti thi mujhe .. Main hasta tha""uske dil main kahi toh basta tha Ye ahsas tha mujhe ... Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe ... Par Kab duri badhi,kab wo badle Kab hum aade or wo lade KUCH abhaas nahi mujhe .. Chalo phir bhi ... Uske dil pe dastak di Kae baar minnat ki ke geenti tak na yaad mujhe ... Ek sanwli ladki se tha pyar mujhe ... Waqt ne kuch or karwat li Sari kasme todi *** Meri yaado ko bhulaya" Pyar,waade,wafa ko jalaya" Uske hatho se mili bas raakh mujhe Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe U toh uska ab kuch pata nahi "" Beete kai saal toh rahi na kuch baate yaad mujhe .. Par ek dhadkan, ek saans, or uski aakhiri baat hain yaad mujhe ... Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe .. Naaraj hua Jo ladta khudse .. Tum kyu ** ab bhi yaad mujhe.. Kyu usse tha or abhi bhi hain ye anchaha sa pyaar mujhe ...... Ek sanwali ladki se (hain) pyar mujhe
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Ek SANWALI LADKI (rohit)
Rattlesnake Boom is the gangly Doberman at the door When it opened I froze And she did as well One too many fingers Bashful stew of gashy meats Pulsating, squirting, blood spurting and flowing back I take a deep breath And my joints lubricate as if by magic Doom rakes a killing And yet grave is my slumber Low, humbling, thundering I push too hard and it collapses In is where I belonged, now I wept thrice Buttoned up tight You tilt as a broken table It was so and it creaked longingly Crept up from under somewhere And never looked back Mal was indeed Trickling once and twice and thrice borne Diurnal my beloved Of once and twice and thrice borne kind Of seaweed and *** Out of a split dome A gashed most dastardly One of the cloaks covered me well Under a lock with no keyhole Filed my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files One too many mirrors in this madhouse For all the blind to see Conjuring spells with a swollen tongue Heard the pacing and followed through The left after the left and the right after the right, hi-ho I take from myself And be no thing A rumble creeps and wakes when not tended Forlorn sensitivity Starving tumbles a hoom, a waan, a rushed impregnate Words birthed in barren plains Some one thing creaks and hums and cracks A dwarf dances in by a jazz darkly Limbless jig in two movements Jeaned out weens and them spurts one big black whale up up upward Time is a flat **** stain El amor de mi vida A misery of cheese One of loves, one of lives Gargles reflowed uncivil Leave white and follow through Break my bones pulling in Kicked inwards nervous gaseous porous Corked out flesh see one lick two Rumbarumbarumba Off a wonder land Bane is my juice Soon follows rot Tender, sweet rut Shadow tongued drips and wets I don’t need to recall the melody It left a map so large it became the land By the name alone I find a way Of a one off beat and two rushing in, tu-pah! Drum the ear and work a sweat
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Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake Boom is the gangly Doberman at the door When it opened I froze And she did as well One too many fingers Bashful stew of gashy meats Pulsating, squirting, blood spurting and flowing back I take a deep breath And my joints lubricate as if by magic Doom rakes a killing And yet grave is my slumber Low, humbling, thundering I push too hard and it collapses In is where I belonged, now I wept thrice Buttoned up tight You tilt as a broken table It was so and it creaked longingly Crept up from under somewhere And never looked back Mal was indeed Trickling once and twice and thrice borne Diurnal my beloved Of once and twice and thrice borne kind Of seaweed and *** Out of a split dome A gashed most dastardly One of the cloaks covered me well Under a lock with no keyhole Filed my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files One too many mirrors in this madhouse For all the blind to see Conjuring spells with a swollen tongue Heard the pacing and followed through The left after the left and the right after the right, hi-ho I take from myself And be no thing A rumble creeps and wakes when not tended Forlorn sensitivity Starving tumbles a hoom, a waan, a rushed impregnate Words birthed in barren plains Some one thing creaks and hums and cracks A dwarf dances in by a jazz darkly Limbless jig in two movements Jeaned out weens and them spurts one big black whale up up upward Time is a flat **** stain El amor de mi vida A misery of cheese One of loves, one of lives Gargles reflowed uncivil Leave white and follow through Break my bones pulling in Kicked inwards nervous gaseous porous Corked out flesh see one lick two Rumbarumbarumba Off a wonder land Bane is my juice Soon follows rot Tender, sweet rut Shadow tongued drips and wets I don’t need to recall the melody It left a map so large it became the land By the name alone I find a way Of a one off beat and two rushing in, tu-pah! Drum the ear and work a sweat
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Het succes ligt voor de hand, Is bijna niet meer te ontwijken. Iedereen lijkt van een andere kant Steeds hetzelfde te bereiken Zij heeft een diploma, een huisje En een baan. Ze viert dat als een luisje, Lijkt maar half te bestaan. Als ik klaar ben met studeren, Kraait dan diezelfde haan? Zullen anderen mij eren Of is voldoening slechts een waan. Ik zal het maar proberen Anders is er niet veel aan Je moet ergens voor kunnen leven, dus kies ik voor elke volgende kus Die jij mij misschien zou willen geven.
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
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