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Kash...

kash....
Kabhi aap samajh paate
Mere shabdo ki nahi
Mere hriday ki bhasha.
Dekh paate,
Mere hotho ke muskarahat ke pare
Mere palko me chuupi ghata.
Kabhi sunte mere sannate
Ki bojhal vayatha.
Mehsoos karte
Har saaans me
bujhti,
jalti
Mere sapno ki shama.
Kabhi jaan pate
iss nashwar se deh
me base
aatman ki ankahi dastann.
Par shayad
Ye hona na tha
Hume youn tooth kar bikharna hi tha
Aap aakhir marichika ho mere ragistan ke
Yo aap ko paakar khona hi tha.
Par phir bhi
kash...
kabhi aap....-anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Tiriel

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And Aged Tiriel. stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace
With Myratana. once the Queen of all the western plains
But now his eyes were darkned. & his wife fading in death
They stood before their once delightful palace. & thus the Voice
Of aged Tiriel. arose. that his sons might hear in their gates
Accursed race of Tiriel. behold your father
Come forth & look on her that bore you. come you accursed sons.
In my weak arms. I here have borne your dying mother
Come forth sons of the Curse come forth. see the death of Myratana
His sons ran from their gates. & saw their aged parents stand
And thus the eldest son of Tiriel raisd his mighty voice
Old man unworthy to be calld. the father of Tiriels race
For evry one of those thy wrinkles. each of those grey hairs
Are cruel as death. & as obdurate as the devouring pit
Why should thy sons care for thy curses thou accursed man
Were we not slaves till we rebeld. Who cares for Tiriels curse
His blessing was a cruel curse. His curse may be a blessing
He ceast the aged man raisd up his right hand to the heavens
His left supported Myratana shrinking in pangs of death
The orbs of his large eyes he opend. & thus his voice went forth
Serpents not sons. wreathing around the bones of Tiriel
Ye worms of death feasting upon your aged parents flesh
Listen & hear your mothers groans. No more accursed Sons
She bears. she groans not at the birth of Heuxos or Yuva
These are the groans of death ye serpents These are the groans of death
Nourishd with milk ye serpents. nourishd with mothers tears & cares
Look at my eyes blind as the orbless scull among the stones
Look at my bald head. Hark listen ye serpents listen
What Myratana. What my wife. O Soul O Spirit O fire
What Myratana. art thou dead. Look here ye serpents look
The serpents sprung from her own bowels have draind her dry as this[.]
Curse on your ruthless heads. for I will bury her even here
So saying he began to dig a grave with his aged hands
But Heuxos calld a son of Zazel. to dig their mother a grave
Old cruelty desist & let us dig a grave for thee
Thou hast refusd our charity thou hast refusd our food
Thou hast refusd our clothes our beds our houses for thy dwelling
Chusing to wander like a Son of Zazel in the rocks
Why dost thou curse. is not the curse now come upon your head
Was it not you enslavd the sons of Zazel. & they have cursd
And now you feel it. Dig a grave & let us bury our mother
There take the body. cursed sons. & may the heavens rain wrath
As thick as northern fogs. around your gates. to choke you up
That you may lie as now your mother lies. like dogs. cast out
The stink. of your dead carcases. annoying man & beast
Till your white bones are bleachd with age for a memorial.
No your remembrance shall perish. for when your carcases
Lie stinking on the earth. the buriers shall arise from the east

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poem by William Blake (1789)
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Kyon?

Kabhi hum aapko dhundhte hai.
Kabhi aap humko dhundhte ho.
Bheed me jamane ki
Khoye hai,
Shayad dono kahi.
Ya bandhe huai hai,
Baediyoo se,
Khud ko yo hi.
Phir bhi
Dhundhte hai
Nain aapko
Nirantar
Yo hi.

Kuch hai jo joode rakhta hai
Humko,
Samay ki parato ke pare.
Kuch hai jo bandhe rakhta hai
Aap ke mann se mujhe.
Tamam swachand hone ki
Koshishso se pare.

Hum bhid me kho kar dekh liye.
Bhag kar samay se pehle nikalne
Ki koshish kar liye.
Chip kar tammam pardo ke
Peeche ho liye.
Auur har baar
Khud ko,
Aapko dekhte paya humne.
Har baar
Paya aapko bhi
Yo hi
Khojte huai.
Bheed ko pyyasi aakho se takte huai.
Phir dekh kar humko
Oot me chipte huai.

Kis se chip rahe hai?
Khud se,
kab tak yo hi chipte phirengee?
Dard ke selab me
Yo hi doobte rahenge?

mana,
Ye galat hai,
Aapka mera yo
Benam rishton me joodna.
Ye galat hai,
Beboonyaad se dhadhkano ko

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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Kuch Kehna Hey Tumse

KUCH KEHNA HEY TUMSE

kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
Dhere-Dhere uhi chup-chup ke..
kuch kehna hey tumse..

Band khidki se Dekhey tuje ab kese..
BEEN Mousam Barsat Barse to bhi kese...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..

jo Dekha ek khawab kehkash Nighone..
DiL-DiL u milane se pehle...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..

Diya or Bati ki tarha hona hey jo roshan...
musukrhat ke badal saja ne hey sada...
uhi kese samjaye been bole kese ab reh paye..
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..

Dor-Dor beth ke u ku sarmana..
Naav ko kabhi to hey kinare hey lana....
kyu tanha ab hey rehna paas ake u kuch kehna...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..

kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..

-SANDEEP JAHAAL

poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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Tum Kyun Nahi Aaye Pehle Kabhi?

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Duniya bhar ki roshni liye?
Hume andhere ki aadat
Ho chalee thee.
Kabhi youn khud ko dekha nahi,
Andhere me sheesha nazar aaya hi nahi.

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Itni sari khusiyan liye
Hume gamo se mohabbat
Ho gayee thee.
Dekho..
daman me sambhali jaati nahi!
Kabhi issko batorte hai,
Toh kabhi uss ko kho dete hai!

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Umar bhar ki guftagoo liye?
Bheed me tanha phirte the,
Kabhi bewazah haste,
Kabhi bewazah rote the,
Par aah tak nahi karte the.
Abb samajh aata nahi..
Tumse shikayat kare..
Ya kare gila
Tum kyun nahi aaye pehle kabhi?

poem by Anjali Kakati
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June

'Glemt er nu Vaarens Kamp og Vinter-Sorgen,
Til Glæde sig forvandler hvert et Suk.
Skjøn som en Brud, den anden Bryllups-Morgen,
Ei længer Barn, og dog saa ung og smuk,
Den skjønne Junimaaned til os kommer;
Det er Skærsommer! -

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De høie Popler hæve sig saa slanke,
I Hyldetræet qviddrer Fuglen smukt.
Paa Gjærdet groer den grønne Humle-Ranke,
Og Æble-Blomstret former sig til Frugt.
Den varme Sommerluft fra Skyen strømmer,
Sødt Hjertet drømmer!

Paa Engen slaae de Græs; hør, Leen klinger.
Paa Himlen smukke Sommerskyer staae.
Og Kløvermarken Røgelse os svinger,
Mens høit i Choret alle Lærker slaae.
- Med Vandringsstav hist Ungersvenden kommer
Hjem i Skærsommer.

Ungersvenden.
Alt jeg Kirketaarnet øiner,
Spiret kneiser stolt derpaa.
Og hvor Marken hist sig høiner,
End de fire Pile staae.
Her er Skoven. Store Rødder
Før af Træerne der laae.
Her, som Dreng, jeg plukked' Nødder,
Og trak Jordbær paa et Straa!
- Barndoms Minder mig besjæle!
Jeg vil flyve, jeg vil dvæle!
Grønne Skov, min Barndoms Ven,
Kan Du kjende mig igjen?
Grønne Hæk, du brune Stamme,
Jeg, som før, er end den samme,
Har vel seet og hørt lidt meer,
Ellers Du den Samme seer! -
Her er Pladsen end med Vedet,
Godt jeg kjender Parken der!
Her er Stenten tæt ved Ledet,
Gud, hvor lille den dog er!
Alt jeg kjender her saa godt,
Men det er saa nært, saa smaat -
Det var stort, da jeg var liden,
Jeg er bleven større siden! -
- Lille Fugl paa grønne Qvist,
Saae Du mig derude hist,

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Gazal Badi Ajeeb hai ye Zindagi in hindi by deepak kumar deep

Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi,
khushi ek pal ke liye
dukh verson baras ke liye
koi sukh chahta hai is jeevan me
to usse dukhon ki bhari bori hi mil jati hai
jahan foolon ke milne ki aaasha hai
wahan katon ki sej bich jati hai
Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.....................

Kuch satya kuch ghooth
Kabhi aasha kabhi nirasha
kabhi sawpno ko pane ki lalasa
inhi me ulagh kar rah gayi hai zindagi
Badi ajeeb hai hai ye zindagi................

Kabhi jati kabhi varn
Kabhi bhasha kabhi dharm
viwadoke ghere me hai aaj ki sanskriti
kaise kahen, kya yahi hai zindagi?
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi...........

Pyar doge pyar milega
satkar doge samman milega
mehanat se har chij hai sambhav
kam se chori hai dukh ka anubhav
ham jaisa hain sochte nahi hai aisi zindagi?
fier bhi log kahte hain,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.............

Manav jeevan ek baar hai mita
nahi milta hai barambar
har manav se pyar karen
nafrat ko de dutkar
Krodha chod dhairya apnayen
paap chod punya kamayen
ye dharti hai dharam ki
jitni marji fasal ugayen
Ek baar yatan kar dekhen-
Hai khusnasheeb ye zindagi
nahi hai ajeeb ye zindagifir bhi log kahte hai,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.........

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Hindi Poem- Ankahi

Aaj kagaz pe syahi failane ka man to bahut hain,
Par kuch nahi hain khas,
Kash aaj main kuch likh pati,
Kash kuch keh pati,
Par pata nahi kyun,
Aaj shabd nahi hain mere pas,
Kin khayaalo ke bare me sochu main,
Jab kuch lamhe hi nahi saheje apne pas,
Kuch dhundhli yaadein bhi nahi mere sath,
Kya bayaan karu aaj jazbaat apne,
Kuch jazbaat hi nahi mere pas,
Jazbaat chodo,
Lagta hai aaj kehne ko to apni saasein bhi nahi mere pas,
Log kehte hai... jazbaat aur saasein to dil me basti hain,
Lagta hain... Aaj shayad dil hi nahi mere pas....

poem by Apurva Jain
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Tum Kabhi Samajh Paate

Tum kabhi samajh paate
Tum mere liye kya ho
Kabhi mujh me bas ke
Meri nazaro se dekho.
Tum khawab ho,
Tumhi hakikat.
Tum ghana aandhera
Tumhi meri satrangi rangat.
Kabhi oodha hai
Tumhe
Banake jeevan.
Kabhi uttara hai
Samajh ke kafan.
Tumhi pyaas janmo ka
Jise labo ko hai intezar.
Tumhi ho sagar jisme
Doob kar maroo bar bar.
Tum ko kaise batau
Kya ho tum mere,
Kabhi prashan ho,
Kabhi jawab mere.
Kabhi mujh me bas ke
Meri nazaro se dekho.-anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Nunca Te Hare Llorar

Nunca te harllorar
Spoken:
Mi vida, yo sque te han herido
Sque en este momento sietes que no podras volver a amar
An asdame una oportunidad
De mostrarte que te amo
Cuando vi
Tu sonrisa supe que
Estara junto a ti,
Juntos por siempre
Ooh cuando me acerqu
A salir yo te invit
Me dijiste que jams
Volveras a amar
l te hizo dao y tambin te enga
Pero deja mostrarte que ese no soy yo
Es difcil volver a confiar
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Coro:
Nunca te harllorar
Nunca te he de engaar
Prefiero morir que vivir sin ti
Te darmi ser
Siempre serfiel
[2x]
Corazn
Todo se ve un poco mejor
Podras quererme
Como yo te quiero a ti [nana, nena]
Se que sientes [sientes] un gran temor [gran temor]
De mostrar tus sentimientos [sentimientos]
El dolor y sufrimiento [sufrimiento]
Marcaron tu corazn
[marcaron tu corazn]
l te hizo dao [dao]
Y tambin te enga [te enga]
Pero deja mostrarte [mostrarte] que ese no soy yo [no soy yo]
Es difcil volver a confiar [a confiar]
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Yo te harfeliz
Coro -repite [x2]
Yo no te harllorar [no te harllorar]
[nunca] no, no
Nena no te harllorar [nunca..]
Jams llorar [..te harllorar]
Oh no, no, no [mi amor] har
[nena yo...] no te harllorar [nunca]
[he de...] nena no te harllorar [nunca]
Jams llorar [ahhh...]
Nunca te harllorar [no te harllorar]

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Nunca Te Hare Llorar (Spanish Version)

nunca te harllorar"
Spoken:
Mi vida, yo sque te han herido
Sque en este momento sietes que no podras volver a amar
An asdame una oportunidad
De mostrarte que te amo
Cuando vi
Tu sonrisa supe que
Estara junto a ti,
Juntos por siempre
Ooh cuando me acerqu
A salir yo te invit
Me dijiste que jams
Volveras a amar
l te hizo dao y tambin te enga
Pero deja mostrarte que ese no soy yo
Es difcil volver a confiar
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Coro:
Nunca te harllorar
Nunca te he de engaar
Prefiero morir que vivir sin ti
Te darmi ser
Siempre serfiel
[2x]
Corazn
Todo se ve un poco mejor
Podras quererme
Como yo te quiero a ti [nana, nena]
Se que sientes [sientes] un gran temor [gran temor]
De mostrar tus sentimientos [sentimientos]
El dolor y sufrimiento [sufrimiento]
Marcaron tu corazn
[marcaron tu corazn]
l te hizo dao [dao]
Y tambin te enga [te enga]
Pero deja mostrarte [mostrarte] que ese no soy yo [no soy yo]
Es difcil volver a confiar [a confiar]
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Yo te harfeliz
Coro -repite [x2]
Yo no te harllorar [no te harllorar]
[nunca] no, no
Nena no te harllorar [nunca..]
Jams llorar [..te harllorar]
Oh no, no, no [mi amor] har
[nena yo...] no te harllorar [nunca]
[he de...] nena no te harllorar [nunca]
Jams llorar [ahhh...]
Nunca te harllorar [no te harllorar]

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Aap Bhi Badal Gayee

Aap bhi badal gayee
Badalte mausamoo ki tarah,
Rangoo me rang gayee
Ghadi-ghadi badlne wale
Bahurangee insa ki tarah.
Vafa ki umeed nahi ki,
Na kabhi kareeb aane ki ki aasha.
Bas duoor se hi ibadat ki thi
Kabhi parchayee
Kabhi wakt bankar.
Aakhir aap aasma ke khuda ho,
Aur hum khwabo ko rangne wale
Aadna se rangrez.
Par
Kahi kuch tha joo kahta
Aap na baadloge
Badalte mausamoo ki tarah,
Rangoo me na rangoo ge
Ghadi-ghadi rang badalte
Bahurangee insa ki tarah.
Kuch toh wazah,
Kuch toh mazboori rahi hogee
Ki khuda hokar bhi
Aap ko baadalna paada
Badalte mausamoo ki tarah,
Rangoo me rangna pada
Ghadi-ghadi rang badalte
Bahurangee insa ki tarah.
Aur hum yahi,
Rah gayee
Ibaadat ki rah me jhookte
Kabhi parchayee
Toh kabhi wakt bankar,
Khwabo ko rangne wale
aadna se rangreez.-anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Badle Mere Khuda

Aap bhi badal gayee
Badalte mausamoo ki tarah,
Rangoo me rang gayee
Ghadi-ghadi badlne wale
Bahurangee insa ki tarah.
Vafa ki umeed nahi ki,
Na kabhi kareeb aane ki ki aasha.
Bas duoor se hi ibadat ki thi
Kabhi parchayee
Kabhi wakt bankar.
Aakhir aap aasma ke khuda ho,
Aur hum khwabo ko rangne wale
Aadna se rangrez.
Par
Kahi kuch tha joo kahta
Aap na baadloge
Badalte mausamoo ki tarah,
Rangoo me na rangoo ge
Ghadi-ghadi rang badalte
Bahurangee insa ki tarah.
Kuch toh wazah,
Kuch toh mazboori rahi hogee
Ki khuda hokar bhi
Aap ko baadalna paada
Badalte mausamoo ki tarah,
Rangoo me rangna pada
Ghadi-ghadi rang badalte
Bahurangee insa ki tarah.
Aur hum yahi,
Rah gayee
Ibaadat ki rah me jhookte
Kabhi parchayee
Toh kabhi wakt bankar,
Khwabo ko rangne wale
aadna se rangreez.-anjali

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Tumme humme jo hai khas

Na jaane tumme-hum me,
Kya khas hai
Jo batayee nahi banti,
Chipayee nahi chipti.

Bahut rooka raab ko
Par,
Cheep cheep kar
Tumme voh dikhta hi raha.
Bahut tooka khud ko
Par,
Ruk ruk kar,
Tum par voh lootta hi raha.
Kaie baar soocha tumko
Seene se nikal
Jamee par khada kareen
Par,
Jamee ne jagah nahi di
Aur
Seene ne raasta.
Tumhe seene me kaid kar,
Hum jamee par raasta khojte rahe.

Tum kabhi thee?
Tum nahi thee,
Kabhi nahi,
Aaj bhi nahi ho,
Aur kal ki ummeed kya Karen
Shayad kal toh
Hota hi hai nahi…
Par,
Phir bhi tumhari rah par
Palke bicha,
Yeh soochte hai…
Na jaane tumme hum me,
Kya khas hai
Jo batayee nahi banti,
Chipayee nahi chipti.

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Ye Kaisa Rishta Hai

Ye kaisa rishta hai

Ye kaisa rishta hai
jise na nibha paate hai
Na tood paate hai.
Phir bhi janmo tak
Salamat rahe
Yeh dua karte hai.

Ye kaisa bandhan hai
Jise na yaad karte hai
Na bhul paate hai
Saapno me hi sahi
Sang raho
Yeh tammanna rakhte hai.

Ye kaise lou hai
Jise na jala sakte hai
Na bujha paate hai
Sulagti rahe
Dil me sada
Ye saja lete hai.

Ye kaisa rog hai
Jise na dikha paate hai
Na chiipa paate hai
Dard ko gale se laga
Mann me basaye phirte hai.

Ye kaisa rishta hai

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Kash Kabhi Aisa Hota

Kash kabhi aisa hota
Teri justuju me meri khusi na hoti
Tum bolti aur mujhe sunne ki kwahish na hoti
Tum khamosh hoti aur mujhme bebasi na hoti
Kash kabhi aisa hota…………..
Tum naaraz hoti aur mujhme manane ki bekarari na hoti
Tum paas hoti aur mujhe kahin jane ki kwahish ho jati……….
Tum dur jati aur mujhe paas na aane ka istaqlal ho jata..
Kash kabhi aisa hota…..
Teri khushi me meri jindagi na hoti
To tum bhi azad ho jati………….
Meri har betuki bato se
Alhar swalo se.., namuraad jwabo se…..
kash kabhi aisa hota

poem by Ainan Ahmad
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Awareness poem in Hindi by Deepak kumar deep

Sadiyon se khamosh ye dharti
Pata dhoondh rahi hai insanon ka
Kash! Kahin koi mil jaye
Kya shahar hai ye veerano ka?

Dhadhak rahen hai dil par hoth hain band
Iltaza hai kuch kahne ki
Par! sari nakam koshish
Mai chala gaya tha mudon ke shahar me
The naam wahan gude huwe sunhare patthron par

Wo bebas the, chilla rahe the,
Ro rahe the apni lachari par
Zuban na thepaas unke, kuch kahne ko
Kyonki wo bebas the lachar the……
Jane laga jab wahan se main
Pukar rahi thi wo sari lashen mughe
Chilla chilla kar kar kah rahi thi-
Mat banna aise, jaise the mere karm
Yaad kar un baton ko, aati mughe abs harm
Banna tha jab narm mughe, huwa main narm
Andhvishwashon me ghira tha mera apna dharm….

Jao jakar bata do unko
Meri tarah hi unka hoga haal
Maine ta umernahi ki bhakti, sirf kiya dikhawa
Jo bana aaj ka sawal
Maine apna waqut gawaya, duniyawi such ko pane me
Shareer ko sajane me,
Imarte banana me,
Danga fasad karne karane me
Par zara bhi na diya dhyan
Manav jeevan sawarne me.

Murakhta aur pagalpan ki bhi had hoti hai
Maine samay ke satguru ko nahi pahchana
Sirf libas dekha, shaklon par dhokha khakar
Har yug me maine mara taana.

Main bhi kitna badnaseeb tha
Manjeel mere karib tha
Phir bhi daud raha tha paglon ki tarah
Wo waqut bhi kaisa ajeeb tha.
Khair! Min to apne kiye ki bhugat raha hoon
Par jao jakar kahna un ghamandi, ahankari, papai,
durachari, anachari, Vyabhichari, atyachari logon se

Kyon kar raha hai apne aap se gaddaari.
Kar le apne aapki pahchan
Kaun hai tu? Kya hai tera asthan?

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Februar

'- Mark og Enge dækkes af den hvide Snee,
Paa de døde Blomster vil ei Livet see;
Dog, mens Vinterkulden trykker Jordens Kyst,
Anelse og Længsel fylder hvert et Bryst -!'

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Maanen, som en Havfrue, fra den fjerne Old,
Svømmer hen ad Himlen, deilig, men saa kold.
Skoven staaer med Riimfrost, glimrende og hvid,
Drømmer vist i Natten om sin Sommertid,
Om de grønne Blade med den friske Duft,
Om de smukke Blomster og den varme Luft.
Ja, hvert Træ i Skoven har sin Sommer-Drøm,
Der, som Digter-Hjertets, døer i Tidens Strøm.
Mark og Enge dækkes af den hvide Snee,
Paa de døde Blomster vil ei Livet see;
Dog, mens Vinterkulden trykker Jordens Kyst,
Anelse og Længsel fylder hvert et Bryst.

Som et Skyggebilled', sat mod Luftens Blaa,
Staaer hist Herregaarden, der er Taarne paa!
Alt er gothisk gammelt, hvilket Malerie!
Ret som Riddertiden slumrede deri.
Under Vindebroen, ved de frosne Rør,
Er' i Muren Huller; der var Fængsler før.
Vaabenet med Indskrift over Porten staaer,
Og om Vindueskarmen kunstigt Løvværk gaaer.
Mellem to Karnapper groer en mægtig Lind,
Der, ad Vindeltrappen, vil vi træde ind.
Hvilke gamle Døre! og hvor de er' smaae!
Ovenover stolte Hjortetakker staae.

Gjennem hele Fløien strækker sig en Gang,
Maaneskinnet gjør den mere dyb og lang.
Riddersmænd og Fruer, mens vi gaae forbi,
See, som bundne Aander, fra hvert Malerie.
Hvem er vel hin Ridder med det mørke Blik?
Engang stolt og modig, han i Livet gik;
Mægtigt svulmed' Hjertet, Jorden har ham gjemt,
Ei hans Slægt man kjender, her hans Navn er glemt!
Hvilken deilig Qvinde! Liv og Aand man seer.
Og af disse Former er nu intet meer?
Intet meer, undtagen dette Farvespil,
Som hver Livets Sommer meer henbleges vil!
Dette Smiil om Munden, dette Tanke-Blik,
Denne Sundheds-Farve hendes Kinder fik;
Alt er Støv og Aske, Alt i Jorden gjemt,
Og, som Hjertets Drømme, Sorg og - Glæde, glemt!

Tys! fra Salen klinger Toners Harmonie,

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Kaha Dhoondhe Kisko?

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila,
Woh milke,
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.

Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.
Jo mila,
Khawab ban,
Oojhal hota hi gaya.

Badi mannate ki
Takdeeron se,
Kabhi bandh darwaza
Bandh hi raha
Toh,
kabhi khulkar bhi
Khali hi raha.

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Ret ke gharondoo me?
Jo har lahar ke saath
Badle sahar?
Ya un baadloo me?
Jo har jhoke me
Badle nagar?

Bahut bhagee hai manzilon ke peeche..
Kabhi manzil badal gaye,
Toh
Kabhi rahee badal gayee.

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila
Who milke
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.
Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Nostalgia

Yo hi,
Kabhi udhedte hai
To
Kabhi bunte hai
Tamam salaiyo me aatki se
Aapni jindagi ke tar.

Khuli aakho se,
Dekhte hai,
Kabhi bante
Kabhi bigardte
Na jane,
Kitne- kitne khawab.

Kabke beete lamho me,
Khojte hai
Aab bhi,
Aapna aastitav,
Aapni pahchan.

Gujrate ja rahe hai sadiya
Raat me subah ka
Aur
Subah se he raat ka
Yo,
Becheni se karte intejar.

Uljhi se
In taro ko,
Kabhi jodte hai
To
Kabhi todte hai
Ye aandekhe
Ye aanjane se
Bebas tare
Jo,
Ab tak bandhe huai hai
Meeri aatman ko
Tumhari aatma ke saath.

Yo hi,
Kabhi udhedte hai
To
Kabhi bunte hai
Tamam salaiyo me aatki se
Aapni jindgi ke tar.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Hame jo yaad nahi...I don't rememebr

Hame jo yaad nahi uski aap yaad dilate hai
Manhus thi vo raat jo humko barbar rulati hai
Hamne kya kya nahi kaha tha aapse
Aap to hamara vajud hi bhuld gaye dilse

I had forgotten it all but you reminded
About the fateful night of tears that had blinded
What had I not promised you for the life?
You refused to everything to become bride

Aapka sochna durasta tha
Per hamra khyal bhi galat nahi tha
Aapne hame najrose upper utha liya tha
Fir aaise hi kyo jamin per patak diya

You were perfect in match with thought
But I too was not wrongly caught
You raised me high up to excel
Only to bring down at ground level

Aapne kaha chand aur tare kahan milte hai
Andheri rat me sirf sitare hi chamkete hai
Un dhundhli yaddoko yaad karne se kya faida
Jo hame kuchh bhi na de sake vo kaisa hai vada

You had thought about ill fate of stars and moon
Only stars twinkle often and remain there on
What is use of keeping all those sweet memories?
If that can’t give us anything sans worries

Dost hote nahi bichhdne ke liye
Per hote hai ek dusre per jaan chhidkne ke liye
Waqt ka takaja yehi hai ki aap hamara daman pakad le
Duniya walonki nigah se bachhe aur unki jaban ko tala lagale

Friends are meant to be deserted
But always loyal and to be asserted
Situation demands that you hold my hand
Show the world with move and force them to change trend

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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