"yhe" poems
** ti hai Suru
Jb Mohababt k lamhe,
Shuruaat Khushiyo se
Gam Sare Lmahe.
Bina Kuch Shune Bina kuch Khe,
Hoti Hai Anokhi Mhababt k Lamhe.
Magar Mai Sa Janu,
Na Phchan Pau,
Kaisi Hai Mohababt Yhe Koi Btade.
Punchhu Mai Us Se
Yhe mohabat tu batade ,
Dard Hai Jaiyada Tujhme,
Kyu Tu Na Is Ko Mitade.
Hai Viswas Mujhko ,
Tu Kr Dega Dur Isko.
Hoti Hai Dukh Bddi Is DILL Me
Agar DILL Tutte KIshika BHari Mhafil Me.
Sambhalana Hai Mushkill,
Btau mai Kaise ,
Ye Dard Ki Khahani ,
Shunau Mai Kaise.
Bina Kuch Khe Bina Kuch Sune ,
Hoti Hai Anokhi Mohabat Ke lamhe .
Manau Mai DILL Ko ,
Bhulau Us Pal Ko ,
Jo Biti Hai Kal Ko ,
Hamari Wo lamhe.
Hai Mushkil Bddi
Ye Dard Chupana ,
Bithen Huye Kal Ke ,
Yadash Mitana.
Magar Mai Na Jan
Na Pachan Pau.
Kaishi Hai Mohabat
Yhe Koi Btade.
Bhot Log Krte Hai ,
Is Pe Bharoshe,
magar Sab Ko Milte Hai
Isme Ye Dhokhe.
Jo Kha Lete Dhokhe ,
Wo Firte Hai Rothe.
Magar Mai Na Janu
Na Pachanan Pau
Kaishi Hai Mohabat Ye koi Btade.
ROHINI RAJ
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
The first afternoon I can recall,
you grabbed my hand
and took me outside.
You surprised me, I said.
Because that noon
is the first time
I saw that lake.
The second afternoon I can recall,
you called me by name
and we went outside.
I brought you lunch, and
we drank some
mind-boggling liquid
which you stole from that old man
living beside that lake.
We lied on the grass, and
if that was not a dream, I hope not,
I felt your breath with mine, and your lips
on mine.
The third afternoon I can recall,
you went to my bed
and shook me awake.
I was mesmerized to see you again,
but you’ve changed.
The colour in your eyelids, your cheeks,
and your lips was artificial.
If you haven’t spoken, I
wouldn’t be able to recognize you.
Sitting at the edge of my bed,
you’ve said the name of that lake,
and I knew it was you still.
The fourth afternoon I can recall,
you were 18 and still cried on my shoulder
not because you were hurt, but
because you were happy getting married.
Flowers, chairs, and a priest
waited for you beside that lake.
I was about to cry at that moment, knowing
it wasn’t me you were marrying.
The fifth afternoon I can recall,
you yelled at me,
“I can’t live this way!”
I asked you why, but
you didn’t tell me, you showed me.
That kiss beside that lake was wrong.
In all of the reasons why it was wrong,
I found one which is right.
You loved me the way I loved you.
The sixth afternoon I can recall,
you left me
alone beside that lake.
Yes, you loved me, but
as you have said you need to love yourself more.
I can’t hold you any blame for leaving,
I understood, and I lived with the promise
that you’ll come back to me –
in one piece or even in ashes.
The seventh afternoon I can recall,
you were barely alive.
You looked old, with dark circles around your eyes.
You hid them with glittery make-up.
“This lake haven’t changed.” you said.
I looked at that lake,
its beauty and all its glory
looked nothing
next to you.
The eighth afternoon I can recall
was the worst of them all.
You didn’t call, you didn’t leave,
you didn’t cry, you didn’t go to my bed.
And you weren’t barely alive.
Someone wrote me a letter, not you,
to take you where you and bring you back home.
You didn’t find yourself, you’ve lost it
To yhe hero
in your veins, who ate you in your sleep.
This afternoon,
I carry you, with all but my shattered heart,
inside a jar.
My tears are one with that lake,
but I’ll bury you beside it.
I know you’re happy.
Your soul one with that lake.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
A love to call my own? too far away ? Not far from home?
wheres this home u said ud show me the way if id stay just one more dAY. Im right here no one sees. just a glass on your shelf with cracks to my core. i will not lie, they are still sore. once broken smashed into, kneew no better i felt the pain so yhe same id do.
one laughs while another cries. black then blue if u cared i never knew.
Nothings perfect and not everythings true. i found most everything is cold and still im glued.
yet im used to the winter. hail, sleet and rain so when the sun comes out im still dancing through pain.
always judged yet not me anymore, im no princess bride just a servant girl,dirty knees face to the floor.
to learn to rise a little at a time,with my head bent down i never feel the sun never feel its pride
Learning to smile through dried cracked tears, a scared little girl? Or just a woman with fears?
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
They told me your first love
will always haunt you and the were right.
You bang on yhe doors of my heart
every minute of every night.
They told me first love will always
be the most special and they were right.
You are still the blood that rush through my veins.
They told me first love will never die
and that's where they were wrong.
Because why am I still in love with a ghost?
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
As I lay me down,
To feel
the shape I'm in.
As I wonder what went wrong
To put my body
in this hell,
of being.
My thoughts are as clear- now
As my fogg filled mind- now
Can't remember -anything
As it all blends- together
In time.
Can't call heads or tales.
On a double sided dime
Called life.
To equal not a thing,
If nothing, is something.
Then that must be, what I have.
Is time, not to equal a thing.
Help me from this hell,
Please help me find salvation.
Guard me tonight,
God,
Please help me find safety.
Help me see some light.
(Just a glimmer, a sign)
Challenged-
are my complexed thoughts.
To live,
under this control.
This-
my everymove.
Round and round,
We go.
Like a mad crazed- carni
Are my emotions,
anymore-
Round and round
dizzying,
Till I can't stand- no more.
I am the puppet,
my nerves, your strings
Pulling and tugging
With-
the pain you bring.
Tearing and shredding
all, my dreams.
I am at the mercy of this,
Un-named, disease.
You give me no choice,
But to lie.
Trying to deceive.
Pretending life is pretty,
With the ugliness in hate
That you breed.
Yhe enemy now lives,
where my soul use to be.
Pulling at my hearts
Very fragile strings.
Fighting to be brave.
Fighting to be saved.
To pray away,
All the pain.
I pray,
each day.
Praying, to stay sane.
Praying, everyday.
To my God,
I plea, show me the way.
Help me please,
get out of this hell!
Reverse to good,
This horrible spell.
Help me please.
Please God, help me,
Find my salvation,
Please God, I plea.
Guard my soul tonight,
God help, find salvation.
Please help me, I plea.
Guide me safe, to my light.
Invisible you may be to,
so many.
Sneaking into others,
with unfamiliarity.
Changing their lives.
Turning them upside down.
unsuspecting, without a choice,
until
One day when you are found.
The shape I am in.
With,
My mind worn thin.
This pain aches, in my heart.
Is where all the weakness
Does start.
God help me,
Guide my thoughts,
through the night.
Let me feel you, in me
Let me,
know it's alright.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
A grotesquerie of time
Sculpted faces
Litter the landscape.
Classical columns stand
Jagged and broken or lie
Forlorn.
A soft oriental anxiety
Hangs in clouds over yhe scene,
And all the waves of
History fall.
The shift proceeds-
A drunken monk
Misdeliberates his
Kung Fu.
All is change
All balance is wobble-
The sun sets-uncaring
Apr 26, 2024
Apr 26, 2024 at 10:06 AM UTC
Forgiveness is happiness. We are all locked up when our hearts are full of hatred and angriness. We are being negative about the person. You are having a good walk in yhe morning and you saw the person, your whole day was ruined. And you know what? You don't deserve that. You have to forgive to let go for yourself. Believe me, roads will be wider. You can now go to places where you haven't been before because of that person. You'll have peace. Inner silence. And the beauty when the dust settles will come to place. And that's what you deserve.
/Feb 17 2016 11:00PM
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
silent narratives
eyes watching
a touch of each hew
from ancient times
yhe art is fantastic
spreading magic
with the mysteries on the earth
each stone is leaving that part trail
in the hands of the artist
tired of sculpture,in the caverns of time
it is resting comfortably in its followers
(We are both sculptor and sculpture
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
if you a leaf
you won't stay always in the branch
you'll not be green every season
you'll dries and fall on the soil
you are drift and hurls
if you a tree
how much you can confidence on the roots
when it dries,you don't standing
if you bird
with the wing,how far you fly
is forever
if a word
you can tell what
for don't hear
eye-openingand yhe the closing time life
a lot will change
you'll not understand
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
*We were always opposites
From children do you remember?
We rolled around the floor.
Fighting over nothing at all.
You got me into so much trouble at school
You copied my homework.
Got me an F on yhe math test.
Pulled my hair.
Tripped me in the schoolyard
Grazing both my knees.
Do you remember telling
My first girlfriend I was gay.
Last year I had
finally had had enough.
And I married hou.
I said you can go your way
And I'll go your way too*
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Forgiveness is happiness. We are all locked up when our hearts are full of hatred and angriness. We are being negative about the person. You are having a good walk in yhe morning and you saw the person, your whole day was ruined. And you know what? You don't deserve that. You have to forgive to let go for yourself. Believe me, roads will be wider. You can now go to places where you haven't been before because of that person. You'll have peace. Inner silence. And the beauty when the dust settles will come to place. And that's what you deserve.
/Feb 17 2016 11:00PM
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC