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Àŧùl Mar 2015
Tum se hi meri pehchaan hai.
Atul yoon hi nahin bana main.

Tum se hi meri zindagi hai.
Aashiq tumhaara yoon hi nahin bana main.

Tum se hi meri khushi hai.
Pyaar tumhe aise hi nahin karta.

Tum se hi meri santushti hai.
Pyaar tumhe yoon hi nahin karta.

Har kavita mein meri tumhaari hi jhalak hoti hai.
Kavi bada main yoon hi nahin bana.

Har saans tumhaari hi yaad dilaati hai.
Zindagi ** meri tum yoon hi nahin kehta.

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Fr­om you is my identity,
Atul originates from you.

From you is my life,
I am your crazy lover.

From you is my happiness,
I love you just so seriously.

From you is my satisfaction,
I don't love you just for fun.

Each poem of mine carries your imagery,
I have been a seasoned poet worshipping you.

Every breath reminds me of you,
I call you my life not just for saying.
My HP Poem #809
©Atul Kaushal
vanessa ann Feb 2018
i found myself last night whispering your name under the shield of my duvet, willing myself to pronounce every syllable of your name to the darkness of my room. i looked up to the plastic stars on my ceilings, remainders of the childhood i once had, and said it:

“yoon. jeong. han”

every syllable clear and true.

and it occurred to me,
how beautiful your name was.

“yoon” — the moon and the whistles of the wind, lulling me into dreamland.
“jeong” — a masculine edge.
and finally, the concluding “han” that returns it into its original softness.

clean milky way.

i’ve never expected to fall for a boy with your name. but i’ve always been fascinated with the universe and all the bright lights surrounding our blue planet. so i guess, it is only fitting for me to fall for a boy whose name means “clean milky way”

so i whispered your name over and over into the night.
yoon jeonghan.
yoon jeonghan.
yoon jeonghan.
until the taste of it becomes as familiar as the quiet.
and i swear, i saw the plastic stars on the ceiling growing brighter with every syllable.

i whispered and whispered until i fell into morpheus’ charm, and awoke with a new realization:

*your name is my favorite sound.
to the boy who made me feel

{or alternatively — "it's 3 in the morning and you still haunt my mind so i decided to write this piece i wouldn't call poetry and post it on a poetry website for hundreds to see"}
Syed S M Tabish Mar 2014
Main Aur mere roommates
aksar Yeh Baatain Karte Hain
Ghar saaf hota to kaisa hota
Main kitchen saaf karta, tum bathrooom dhote
main hall saaf karta, tum balcony dekhte
Log is baat pe hairaan hote
aur us baat pe haste….

Main aur mere roommates,
aksar Yeh Baatain Karte Hain
Yeh hara bhara sink hai
ya bartanon ki jang chidi hui hai
Yeh colour full kitchen hai
ya masalon se holi kheli hai
Hai farsh ki nayi design
ya doodh, beer se dhuli hui hain

Yeh cellphone hai ya dhakkan,
sleeping bag ya kisika aanchal,
ye airfreshner ka naya flavour hai,
ya trash bag se ati badboo
Yeh pattiyon ki hai sarsarahut
ke heater phirse kharab hua hai
Yeh sonchta hain roommate kab se gum sum -
Ke jab ke usko bhi yeh khabar hai
Ke machar nahi hai, kaheen nahi hai
magar uska dil hai ke kah raha hai
machar yaheen hai, yaheen kaheen hai !

Toand ( pet ) ki ye haalat, meri bhi hai, uski bhi,
dil mein ek tasvir idhar bhi hai, udhar bhi
Karne ko bohot kuch hai magar kab kare hum
Kab tak yoon hi is tarah rahe hum
Dil kahta hai Safeway se koi vaccum cleaner la de
ye Carpet jo jine ko zoonz raha hai, fikwa de
Hum saaf rahe sakte hai, logon ko bata dain,
Haan hum roommates hai – roommates hai – roommates hai

Ab dil main yehi baaaat, idhar bhi hai udhar bhi..

Sab ko bata dain..
Natalie Rose Dec 2015
September 30, 1995:

My name is Ni Young Yoon,
        Nye Yun Yun,
        Nai Yung Youn,
        Nhi Yon Yün,
        Ni Young Yoon,
I can only spell it out phonetically.
        Ni Young Yoon,
the three syllables float in my mouth
like the gibberish of a baby, bubbling out sounds,
resembling a language I never spoke, but taste on my tongue,
babbling to a mother I’d never know, but see in the mirror.

My name was Ni Young Yoon.


January 23, 1996:

My name is Natalie Rose Sereda,
Natalie, my dad’s favorite actress,
Natalie, my mom’s favorite singer,
Nata, my grandpa’s twenty-year-old nickname,
Nat!, my younger brother’s call from downstairs,
Neeeatalie, my older sister’s Chicago accent,
My name is Natalie Rose Sereda,
words tucked into the bed of my tongue
fast asleep under the roof of my mouth,
a baby wakes up after a long flight over,
she is greeted at the gate, named in the airport,
and in this moment, in the arms of her parents, she is born.

My name is Natalie Rose Sereda.
Tarun Agarwal Aug 2014
Kaise manaoon teri ruswaiyon ko
Kaise samjhaoon apni tanhaiyon ko
Ki tu ja chuki hai yoon chodd k mujhko
Ki tanhai bhi ab meri mujhey chidhati hai
Ki jis se thi itni mohabat tujhko
Wahi bana *** hai tera yaar mujhko
Laut ana bhool k apni ruswai ko
Nahi to samajh lena bana lia hai maine dost apni tanhai ko
Sidney Nov 2014
I am that petite build, with that straight, black and shiny hair that every white girl envies.
I have those slanty eyes that turn into slivers when I laugh.
I love kimchee, rice and mandu.  There is never such a thing as too much garlic.  I put red pepper flakes/paste on everything.
I use chopsticks.
People think I'm "cute" and pat me on the head.  That drives me nuts.  It still happens and I'm 32.
I regularly tell people that I don't speak Korean, except for "Where's the bathroom?" and of course "Anyonghaseyo".
My skin turns a dark tan in the summer months and I wish I was more peachy or pale like the white girls whom I think are beautiful.
I wear glasses.
I love to read and research things and I'm a good, diligent student, but I'm terrible with math and science.
I'm musical.

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I play the clarinet, not the piano, violin, or cello; like every "Asian" should play.
I'm a tom-boy; you will never find me in a tu-tu or frilly-like dress (in public).
I do not wear make-up.
I'm loud, boistrous and obnoxious at times.  I have a serious *****-mouth and I'm not reserved or "refined".
I ask the guy out; not the other way around.
My career is more important than "settling down"-- at least during this point in my life.
I choose to never have children -- EVER.
I bite my fingernails and I've never had a manicure.  I've never even been inside a manicure shop.
I am a fantastic driver.
I am the only person of color in my immediate and extended family.
Over 99.5% of my friends are white.
I have never been in a relationship with an Asian man.
I grew up in an all-white neighboorhood and when I saw the Vietnamese, Cantonese, and Hmong students at my elementary school, I always wondered what it must like to be "them".

In 2007 I lived in South Korea for 3 months.  I encountered complex questions concerning who I am.  Who am I, really?  Am I an adopted Korean?  Am I a "real" Korean? Am I a Korean-American?  Am I none of these?  Does it even matter?  I was left with a gaping hole in my chest of deeper questions, deeper insecurities, and a poignant feeling of loss.  I thought, back in the States that who I am there is who I really am.  But, here I am, in the country of my birth, surrounded by people who share my ethnicity.  This is who I really am, right?  I felt such a deep responsibility to be more Korean.  I felt that if I identified as "white" or even a Korean-adoptee, that I was betraying my culture, my People, my home.  But, while I was in my homeland of Korea, I was so homesick for Minnesota.

When I returned back to Minnesota around Thanksgiving time, a few months later, Eastern Social Welfare (adoption agency in Korea) found my birth mother, Yoon, Young-Hee.  They were able to confirm that she was indeed my mother.  They tried to tell her that I have begun a search and that I wrote a personal letter for her, waiting at the agency.  Once they mentioned me, Young-Hee hung up the phone and would not answer Eastern's calls over a course of a year.  Children's Home Society and Family Services in St. Paul, MN contacted me and said that Eastern Social Welfare suggested that I wait a few years and try again.  I waited 6 years.  Last Decemember I re-intitated the search with the hopes that Young-Hee had gained the courage to talk to the social worker.  I had prayed for this for so many years.  I visulized light and love surrounding her.  I asked God for help.  I have heard nothing from my social worker and it's been almost 10 months.

I am learning how to let go of this search and let go of Young-Hee.  I am learning how to take my healing and my identity into my own hands.  I have a million questions that I wish I knew -- questions about my birth family's medical history.  Questions about why she gave me up. Questions about her current family.  Endless questions.  Now, I have come to terms that my questions may never be answered.  I could always have a mystery around my birth and possibly the future cause of my death (until I am diagnosed with something).  Can I live with this ambiguity?  As of right now, barely.  I am barely able to keep myself from falling apart with the frantic wonderings of my mind.  But, this is something I have to live with every day.

The Adopted Korean Community often hears wonderful and inspiring stories of adoptees being re-united with their birth-families. This is not my story.  My story is the all-too-common story that is rarely heard.  No one wants to hear how your birth mother will not cooperate with the Korean social worker and even read a letter you wrote for her.  No one wants to face the fact that millions of adoptees around the world live with this reality, too.  No one wants to acknowledge the pain, the rejection, and the loss that prevails.  Why would anyone want to hear a story like that?  Well, people who do not find their birth families or are turned away by their birth families have a story to share too.  It may not be an "upper", but it's a pretty important story to hear, too.  It lets us remember how we've all felt this way at some point in our lives, as an adoptee.  Most importantly, hearing stories like this helps other adoptees cope and feel that it is okay if their birth families wish to not meet or communicate with them.  It's not the adoptee's fault.  Adoptees who do not have success stories need to hear that this happens to many others and that a giant rejection does not mean he or she is worthless and less "special" than an adoptee who has been fortunate enough to reunite.

Why is it that I so closely tie my identity and then my self-worth to my birth family?  Why can I not be sovereign unto myself?  I am Korean.  Yes, I am.  It doesn't mean I must do, be, act, believe, see, or think in a certain way.  I am human, too.  I choose to have little identities that I see myself as while in different situations, with different people.  Indentity is complex-  it often signifies one thing-- oh that, (points) THAT is a chair. But simultaneoulsy, identity can also be so fluid and flexible -- (points) THAT chair is a folding chair, but this one isn't. But they're both chairs.  Maybe in some situations I can be a folding chair.  I'd like to play around with identity and let the concept roll around in my mind.  The thinking error comes when we think we must be one, same thing at all times. That is when we become stagnant.  How refreshing it is that we get to have such fluid identities!

Like every person on Earth, I have many shades.  I have many identities, and I surrender the long, hard fight to conform to one identity or another. This is my life and this is who I am, so I reserve the right to identitfy with whatever and whomever I see fit to be ME! :-)
Sidney Nov 2014
I dreamed of you when I was a child; thinking you were so much older than you probably are.
Years of wisdom creased your crinkled eyes in my dreams.  I felt the strength that you gave me, just by your spirit passing your courage into mine.  I felt invincible, I was a survivor because you are a survivor.  I am still a survivor because you let me go, thank you.  Thank you for letting me thrive and to be free.  As much as I would like to be with you or even hear your voice, I know I cannot.  Not in this life.  Perhaps in the afterlife, when our souls are free from all suffering, may we reunite once again, oh Birthmother.  Yoon Young-hee.  My birthmother.
Sanmeet K Sethi Jul 2020
Kya kasoor hai un masoomon ka...
jinki jaan yoon bewajah lee jaati hai,
Khush naseeb hain shayad insaan...
Jinki rooh itne paapon ke baad bhi jee jaati hai,
Kehte hain ki saaf dil walein humesha thokar khatein hai...
Shayad isiliye inn bezuban janwaron ki hi bali di jaati hai.

Mann mein aata hai kabhi kabhi...
Kya haq nahi inhe bhi jeene ka,
Kyu nahi hota pachtava insaan ko...
Inn sab ke haq chheenne ka,

Sharm si aati hai apne insaan hone par...
Kyu ki insaaniyat toh insaan mein bachi nahi,
Galat the shayad humesha se hum...
Ki zindagi ki dor itni kachi nahi.

By Sanmeet K Sethi
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Qualyxian Quest May 2019
if posthumous fame is a wooden spoon
still I chant her name and see Flaming June

with her too late and far too soon
a few women now know I love the moon

I drive at night to Dylan tunes
throwout ******* Trump and his goons

still remember those true Taipei typhoons
and seeing Sweden’s Viking runes

took a world history class from Dr. Yoon
nearing 50, now past high noon

pray to plant mustard seeds
before I meet my doom
Qualyxian Quest Nov 2019
the luminous beauty of the glowing yellow moon
      my full-formed fantasies; could they come true soon?
                remembering History 101 with Dr. Chong Kun Yoon …

                                         Time:  Oceanmotion!
Qualyxian Quest Apr 2023
My son at TGIFriday's
Ribs, Sprite, fries
Pornographic times
Pornographic tries

His friends wander the Mall
Vinyl, food at Sheetz
I'm 7 years old
Mouthpiece, books, cleats

53 and falling
The American Abyss
Library at Seattle U.
Mario Cuomo miss

Nuclear Annihilation
Icy exomoons
Cell phone *******
Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

               Egress?
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2023
Hannibal Lector is kinda good
Didn't you watch the movie?
Hello Clarice. Starling should.
Florence on my honeymoon

The ambivalence of the Sacred
Don't go directly at it
Coincidence
Lovely Flaming June

Italy
Eternal Rome
Miguel O'Hara
Coming soon

Driving at night
Istanbul
Seoul, Korea
Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

        Stones Tune
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2019
basketball at twilight
glowing yellow moon

such solitude in my life
gentle rain in June

shooting is meditation
I studied with Dr. Yoon

the swishing sound indeed
a lovely little tune
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
I know what I'm doing
But it's gonna take some time
We forward in this generation
The American Sublime

Much madness in the air
And a glowing yellow moon
American Despair
Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

I taught Asian history
Rode the Taipei Train
Coincidence and mystery
St. Teresa in Avila, Spain

I attend no political rallies
A yellow dog Democrat
Food was flyin' everywhere
I left without my hat

Movies keep me company
Long live Heath Ledger!
She lives in my heart
Silently I pledge her

                Galway!
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2021
In Reno it was the rodeo
Just one afternoon

I remember big blue skies
In Taipei it was typhoons

Never been to Spain
Or rode a hot air balloon

But I took History 101
From Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

                 Korea!
Qualyxian Quest Apr 2021
My friend John
Gifts me Dune

I plan to read
But not so soon

JMU
Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

Taipei, Taiwan
Taipei typhoons

Good night, mom.
Goodnight Moon!
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2021
Today we talk of elpis
Hopes false and true
I say thing with feathers
I say I love you

The waitress's name is Taylor
Surely see her soon
Honors world history
Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

Hope but not forever
Hopeful Andy Dove
Hope for the hopeless
Faith, hope, and love

Silence in the morning
In the silent night
Silent Bangkok monk
Silently we fight

             Ain't right.
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2020
I’ll never figure it out
Why don’t I just accept it?

I lay her in sweet silence
And still try to resurrect it

Think I’ll sleep till noon
Maybe dream of Susan Meek

I took history with Dr. Yoon
Little Latin, less Greek :)
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2023
Didn't do too well socially
Little townhouse, Flaming June
Tired, a bit morosely
Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

Mostly sleep all day
Please peace my dad
Beauty Baltic Sea
Best time I ever had

A few scifi movies
Basketball, calm
In Canada collisions
In Gilead the Balm?

              sad
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2020
Lina and Doon
Flaming June

At play among the stars
Fly me to the moon

Had to say goodbye
Won't see my young sons soon

Headache on the way
Silence is my tune

Sleep again all day
Crazy as a loon

    Take care, Dr. Yoon.
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2021
At times the sleep feels so good
It might just be the moon
I like this little neighborhood
I remember Dr. Yoon
History is nightmare
Crazy as a loon
This hotel has been peaceful
Frank Sinatra tune

               Soon Dune.
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2020
winter chill, crescent moon
sons asleep, see them soon
studied with Dr. Chongkun Yoon...


                                          101
                                  (history tune)
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
So some scientists believe
There is a connection
Between bipolar and the moon.
Yes, coming soon.

Me at JMU
Up to study all night
World History 101
Dr. Chong Kun Yoon

3 a.m.
A little basketball
I am transfixed and stare
Full moon aglow

A few years later
Anxiety attacks
Bipolar diagnosis
To the hospital I go

Ain't talkin'
Just walkin'
Shamanic Initiation?
No one on Earth will ever know

                Shunyata in Snow
Ireland was misty grey
Cliffs of Moher one afternoon
Fr. Greeley was Chicago
South Korea was Dr. Yoon

I am growing older
Might rewatch Dune
Politics Portends
Trouble coming soon

                  Migrants!
Just the little poems
Lonely in the Night
Carolina blue
Gatsby's green light

I was in Poland once
Just a few days
Warsaw Saw War
Life is a kind of Maze

We never do escape
Except perhaps in death
2nd Noble Truth
Each and every breath

My son works tonight
Thanksgiving soon
I just sleep and rest
Might rewatch Dune

         Dr. Chong Kun Yoon
So I'm opposed to the Republican party
Its racism, its violence, its lies
Carolina Inn
Me between her thighs

The religions are not true
But they hint, yes indeed
The Cremation of Sam McGee
A pal's last need a thing to heed

I have a Buddha statue
It's a dark olive green
Silence can be comforting
Do you know what I mean?

I like a lot of movies
Michael Clayton, also Dune
In our study a bust of Plato
In our kitchen Flaming June

               History: Dr. Yoon.

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