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Birthday Poem

Rafta rafta zindagi ki shaam yun hi dhal rahi hai
Har subah ek nai kiran jeevan me rang bhar rahi hai
Choti si khwahis hai jeevan me kuch karne ki
Par waqut ne diya hai har baar ye dhokha
Ya khuda mughe is mukam par pahucha de
Ki har waqut main logon ka pyar pata rahun
Mile hain mughe jo kimti ye pal jeevan ke
Inhe mai sambhl kar rakh paun
Kaash ye jeevan yun hi khushiyon bhara ho
Har baar main is nayaab- ae- Janam din ko mana paun
Pure harsho ullash ke sath
Mughe wo tauphik bakasha de khuda,
Ki main hamesha aage badhun
Duwa karta hun…
Khuda aapko Itni uchaiyon pe pahuchaye
Ki Har gam zindagi se dur hota chala jaye
Main duwa karunga har waqut aapke liye

poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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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.........

poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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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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poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Akala

(Chito)
Akala ko iced tea, yun pala beer,
Akala reverse yun pala second gear,
Akala ko kasya yun pala hindi,
Akala ko tama yun pala mali...

(Vinci)
Akala ko hiphop yun pala metal
Akala ko batis yun pala kanal
Akala ko toothpaste yun pala glue
Akala ko verde yun pala blue

(Gab)
Akala ko tsinelas yun pala sapatos,
Akala ko umabot yun pala kapos,
Akala ko bukas yun pala kahapon
Akala ko mamaya yun pala ngayon...

(Chito)
Akala ko alam ko na ang lahat
Ng dapat kong malaman ngunit
Mali na naman, pero ok lang yan...

Wag kang matakot na baka magkamali
Walang mapapala kung di ka magbakasakali
Dahil lumilipas ang oras, baka ka maiwanan
Kung hindi mo susubukan...

(Din2)
Akala ko chicken yun pala asado
Akala ko bukas pero yun pala sarado
Akala ko mansanas yun pala banana
Akala ko meron pa, yun pala wala na

(Darius)
Akala ko foreign yun pala pinoy
Akala ko blackjack yun pala pusoy
Akala ko talo yun pala panalo
Akala ko si chito, yun pala ako

(Chito)
Akala ko dati walang mangyayari
Akala din nila ngayon wala silang masabi
Akala ng lahat mapapagod din ako
Mabuti nalang matigas ang aking ulo

Akala ko walang mapupuntahan kahit na di mo paghirapan ngunit,
Mali nanaman, kung hindi mo sinubukan sana'y hindi ko na nalaman
Eh di nasayang lang

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poem by Sirius White
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Shaam K Baad! (Urdu)

Hum jhatak detay hen ehsas tera shaam k baad
phir bhi kyun lgti he be-aas nigah shaam k baad

dil sar-e-shaam hi iss tarha sulag uthhta he
jis tarha taaq pe jalti he shama shaam k baad

yeh to naadan say bachhay ki tarha rota hay
mangta rehta he subho ki faza shaam k baad

jaanay kis khass khilonay ki talab hay iss ko
dil ko bhaati nhi taaron ki zia shaam k baad

koi sa'yil ya farishta he khuda hi janay
dard lehjay me jo deta he sada shaam k baad

mujhko charhtay huay suraj ki tarha kafi hay
jalta rehne do koi ek dia shaam k baad

seh peher tk to zamaanay say mila kartay hen
khud say hoti hay mulaaqat sada shaam k baad

in hi lamhon me ibaadat ka maza milta hay
kyun k milta he haqeeqat me khuda shaam k baad

khol kr arsh k taalon ko khuda betha hay
kese lotay gi bhala maa ki dua shaam k baad

dekh kr teray charaaghon ko palat jaati hun
mujh se kehti hay meri dost hawa shaam k baad

abr barsa nhi dil khol k shayad uss ko
ghairat-e nafs ne ronay na dia shaam k baad

itni heraan Batool aj hay khud pr kyun k
aaj hr giz na ussay yaad kia shaam k baad...

poem by Shahzia Batool
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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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Namankaran

Gumnam se is rishtey ka
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Nadiyo ke milne ko
Kahte hai sangam
Sapno ke Milan ko Bhi
koi nam diya jaye.
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Khuli aakho se dekhe
To kahlaye vastav
Bandh aakho se dekhe
To kahlaye khabb
Khuli aakho se dekhe
Khabbo ka bhi
Koi nam diya jaaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Kuch gaam aakho ko rulaye
Kuch dil ko dahlaye
Kuch rooho ko hilaye
Jo gam dukhakar bhi bhaye
Un gamo ka aalag kuch
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Tan ke Milan
Aur man ke Milan
Ke to hai laakho nam
Rooho ke Milan ka bhi chalo
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Kuch Dur Tak Hi Sahi

Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha

Aarso gujr rahe the
Bethe mahfil mein tanha
khud se poochte the
aapne ghar ka raasta
Tum mile to
Shayad darpan dekha
Pahli bar.
Aaparachit khud se
Parichay hua
Pahli bar.

Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha

Yo to har mausam
patjhad hi raha
jivan ka
Kuch der hi sahi
Thahari to bahar
Humare yahan.

Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha

Sadiya beet gayi
Aur sanse chalti rahi
Tum aaye toh
saso ke is door ko
jivan ka naam mila
pehli baar.

Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha

Yo to virano

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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Maa

Maa to meri jaan hai.
dundle andhere me bhi vo, meri pehchan hai
Sehti rahi jo hr pal,
Marti rahi har pal jiske liye vo,
Kuch or nahi bs vo meri muskaan hai,
Har gaya har lamha jiske samne,
Jhuk gaya har dard jiske samne
Vo koi or nahi meri maa mera bhagwan hai.muskurati rahi har dard me vo tumhe hsane k liye,
khud jalti hai vo har pal, sirf tumhe roshni dikhane k liye, rehti hai andhero me tumhe chand dikhane k liye,
Aaj bhi intzaar krti hai vo tumhe chamkta dekhne k liye,
Tadapti hai vo bs ek bar tumhe seene se lagane k liye.
Dedo use itni khushi ki gham bhi na use chu paye is zamane me...
Bna do uske har aasun ko moti,
Chamka to uski zindagi kuch is kadar,
Ki heera bhi feeka parh jaye is zamane me,
Bs ye hi jaan lo, maa hi sabkuch hai,
Har zamane me...

poem by Neha Poemlover
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Tumhare Saath

Tamam jindagi kaati humne
Tak -taki laga,
Uss tat ko nihar,
Choote he jo ho jata raha,
Dur,
Bahut dur.. har baar.
Tumhare saath,
Sochte hai,
Choo hi lenge kadam,
Us tat ko…. is baar..

Tamam umr kaati humne
Becheeni me,
Us subah ka raat se,
Aur us raat ka subah se,
Palko pe liye
Na jaane kaun sa intezar.
Tumhare saath,
Lagta hai,
Jee hi lenge aakhir,
Voh subah, voh raat
Ek hi din, ek pal hi mei,
ek baar.

Tamam umr dhoondhte rahe jo
Dar dar..bhatak bhatak,
Gali gali, dastak de hr deewar,
Tumhare saath,
Shayad,
Voh mil hi gaya hai,
Haath aa gaya hai,
Jo mil ke bhi khota raha
Har baar.

Bahut jindagi jee le humne
Kuch khali, kuch aadhoore se lekar
Na janne kitne kitne aahsas,
Tumhare saath,
Na jaane kyun
Bharne laga hai khalipan
Poore se lagne lage hai…
Voh tamam aadhoore aahsas..

poem by Anjali Kakati
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La Chronique Ascendante des Ducs de Normandie

Mil chent et soisante anz out de temps et d'espace
puiz que Dex en la Virge descendi par sa grace,
quant un clerc de Caen, qui out non Mestre Vace,
s'entremist de l'estoire de Rou et de s'estrasce,
qui conquist Normendie, qui qu'en poist ne qui place,
contre l'orgueil de France, qui encor les menasce,
que nostre roi Henri la congnoissë et sace.
Qui gaires n'a de rentes ne gaires n'en porcache ;
mez avarice a frait a largesce sa grace,
ne peut lez mainz ouvrir, plus sont gelez que glace, .
ne sai ou est reposte, ne truiz train ne trace;
qui ne soit losengier ne encort liu ne place,
a plusors i fait on la cue lovinace.
Ce ne fu mie el temps Virgile ne Orace
ne el temps Alixandre ne Cesar ne Estace,
lores avoit largesce vertu et efficace.
Du roi Henri voil faire ceste premiere page,
qui prist Alianor, dame de haut parage,
Dex doinst a ambedeuls de bien faire courage!
Ne me font mie rendre a la court le musage,
de dons et de pramesses chascun d' euls m' asouage ;
mez besoing vient souvent qui tost sigle et tost nage,
et souvent me fait meitre le denier et le gage.
France est Alienor et debonnaire et sage ;
roÿne fu de France en son premier aage,
Looÿs l' espousa qui out grant mariage;
en Jerusalem furent en lonc pelerinage,
assez y traist chescun travail et ahanage,
Quant reparriez s' en furent, par conseil du barnage
s' em parti la roÿne o riche parentage;
de cele departie n'out elle nul damage ;
a Poitiers s'en ala, son naturel manage,
n'i out plus prochain heir qu'el fu de son lignage.
Li roiz Henri la prist o riche mariage,
cil qui tint Engleterre et la terre marage
entre Espaingne et Escosce, de rivage en rivage ;
grant parole est de lui et de son vasselage,
des felons qu'il destraint comme oysel clos en cage ;
n' a baron en sa terre o si grant herbergage
qui ost le pais enfraindre em plein ne en boscage,
se il peut estre ataint, n'et des membres hontage,
ou qu'il n'i lest le cors ou l' ame en ostage.

La geste voil de Rou et dez Normanz conter,
lors faiz et lor proësce doi je bien recorder.
Les boisdies de France ne font mie a celer,
tout tens voudrent Franchoiz Normanz desheriter
et tout tens se penerent d' euls vaincre et d'els grever,
et quant Franceiz nes porent par force sormonter
par plusors tricheries lez soulent agraver ;

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poem by Wace
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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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Khuda Kaisa Dikhta Hoga

Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Aandhero ke is dor mein
Vo bhi
Po phatne ke rah takta hoga.

Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Nafrato ke is sahar mein
Vo bhi,
Diya jala,
Thoda pyar
Thodi vafa
dhoondhta hoga.

Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Aapni hi banayi sristi mein
Roj
thoda khoon
thode aasu
vo bhi,
bahata hoga.

Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga
Chup ke
thujh mein
mujh mein
is aas mein
jita hoga
ki,
kabhi to hoga aant
is intezar ka,
intejar karta hoga.

Khuda kaisa dikhta hoga,
Kuch tujh jaisa,
Kuch mujh jaisa hi
Dikhta hoga

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Main Jo Tha Mom Ka Putla

main jo tha
vo mom ka putla
har kisi ko pasand aata tha

ye mom ka putla

na kuch kehta tha
na kuch samajta tha
ye mom ka putla

phir ek din mujme jaan daal di gayi
insaano ki duniya mein meri naam daal diya gaya
kuch pasand karne lage
kuch hue jealous
kuch pyar karte
kuch takrar karte

main jo tha ek mom ka putla
kisi ne mujme jaan daal di

ab hone lagi dheere dheere nafrat mujhse
kisi ne mujhme khot nikal di
har cheez bikti thi us duniya mein
par mera koi mol na paya

main jo tha ek mom ka putla
kisi ne mujhme jaan daal di

sauda hua jo beedh ke bazaar mein
kahin bik na paya main
mera mol kaha tha
us aamir ki dukan pe
jo kudh hi lut chuka ho
vo kya chukata mol mera

padha raha aasman mein
mom ka putla ban kar
phir ek din meri jo jarurat na thi
bej diya mujhe khadan mein
aag jo meri meet thi
mil gayi khushi is jahan ko

main jo tha mom ka putla
kaam na aaya is jahan ke
main jo tha mom ka putla............................................ .......

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Tham Lo

Tham lo
Vakth ko,
Tumse
Kuch aaur bhi kahna hai.
Vakth ki raftar me
Sahme, simte se
Kuch labz,
Jo hotho pe rah gaye
Dabe dabe se
Unko bhi chahakna hai
Tham lo
Vakth ko

Rok lo
Raho ko
Tum sang
Kuch aaur duur tak jana hai
Rishto ki anban me
Jhllaye, uljhaye se
Kuch kadam
Uuthe hi nahi jo kabhi
Ruke ruke se
Unko bhi thoda chalna hai
Rok lo
Raho ko

Bandh lo
Sanso ko
Kuch dhadkano ko tumhari
Abb bhi jan na hai
Soch ki takrar se
Ghabraye, bahkaye se
Kuch pal
Tham se gaye jo
Unko bhi dhadkna hai
Bandh lo
Sanso ko

Tok do
Palko ko
Tumhari najro me
Abb bhi khud ko
Khojna hai
Dooriyo ke pardo me
Sharmaye bharmaye se
Kuch jahalak
Bevajah hi jukh gaye jo
Uunko bhi uudna hai

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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Halke Halke se

Ye hume halke halke se
Kya hone laga hai?
Kora kagaz humara
Rangoo se bharne laga hai,
Ya humari nazre hi rangeen ho chali hai?

Hum badal rahe hai,
Ya aaina badal gaya hai,
Kuch din huai
Bada raas aane laga hai.

Dekhte hai, nayano me
Kajal khoob bhane laga hai,
Ye humare nayan badal gaye hai
Ya phir kajal hi badal chala hai.

Tum sang,
Choori ke chand lamho mei
Jee lete hai aapni,
Aarso ki jindagi,
Ye lamhe jindagi ban chale hai,
Ya jindagi lamho mei simat chalee hai.

Tum me hum me hai janmoo ka phasla
Tum parayee,
Hum ek doosri duniya me base basayee.
Ye kya hone laga hai?
Janmoo ka phasla kam ho raha hai,
Ya, tamam janm ise janam me mil gaya hai.

Tum parayee hokar bhi,
Aapne se lag rahe ho.
Ye parayee aapne ho gaye hai,
Ya hum khud se parayee ho chale hai.

Ye hume halke halke se
Kya hoone laga hai…..?

poem by Anjali Kakati
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New Year Poem- Saal Naya Ho Deepak Kumar Deep

Is duniyan ki reet purani
baad subah ke hoti shaam
rang birangi is duniyan ka
hona ek din kam tamam.

Suraj chanda sabhi hain badle
badle dharti aur aasman
Jisam hain badle rab na badla
issi ko kahte hain bhagwan.

Prabhu amar aur avinashi
Iska kabhi bhi nash na hota
Issi se raushan duniyan sari
Bin iske prakash na hota.

karwat li hai waqut ne jab jab
Satyug, treta dwapar aaya
har yug me ye rup badlta
jaisa jab bhi samay hai aaya.

ho laddu kitna bhi tedda
par hum aam usse na kahte hain
jab raam ek hai is duniya ka
fir bhram me hum kyon rahte hain.

Apne bhi badal hain jaate
jab saya dukh ka aata hai
nirasha, dukh, takleef me
bas ye hi sath nibhata hai.

failao daman issi ke aage
sab issi ke mang ke khate hain
par murakh aur agyani log
kha ke iska isko aankh dikhte hain.

satguru pura rab dikhlata
har yug me ye aata hai
aaj bhi aaya ban hardev
aur gyan uzzala failata hai.

Aao satguru ke charnon me
ye hi rab dikhlayega
bhed tughe jo raam khuda me
uska bharam mitayega.

saal naya ho sabkikhatir
uzzawal aur mangalkari
bhukh garibi na ho kahi pe
deep, sukhi ho duniya sari.

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poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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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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Ghazal! (Urdu)

(prize-winner in poetry competition
HIKC Lhr 2007)

Sitam ka baar uthaanay me kuchh kami na rahi
Bujhi he pyas kuchh esi k tashnagi na rahi

Nigah e naz ki jumbish pe jal uthhay taaray
'Phir us k baad charaghon me roshni na rahi'

Ajeeb silsila e ishq ki yeh manzil he
Mila Khuda to tamanna e bandagi na rahi

kuchh ese pal thay k mehfil ki jan thay hm bhi
Or ab yeh haal k khud se bhi dosti na rahi

Kahan kahan pe hukoomat he uss ki yadon ki
Wo kia gaya k gulon pe bhi taazgi na rahi

Guzar sakay to nhi jaan se pr tumharay baad
Rahi zaroor, , , mgr wesi zindagi naa rahi! ! !

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Hindi Poem- Chehra

Sari Raat Yuhi Bita Di Maine,
Kitabo Ke Panne Palat Te Hue,
Kuch Khwab Bunte Hue,
Palko Tale Kuch Aansu Samete Hue,

Sari Raat Yuhi Bita Di Maine,
In Nain Naksho Ko Niharte Hue,
Apni Kamiyo Ko Dhundhte Hue,
Apni Majburi Par Rote Hue,

Soch Rahi Thi Main,
Kya Kiya Tha Maine,
Kyu Kiya Tha Maine,
Kya Achi Nahi Thi Sirf Vo Jaan Pehchaan,
Ki Dena Chaha Use Mohabbat Ka Naam Maine,

Soch Rahi Thi Main,
Kya Keh Gaya Vo Itni Asani Se,
Kyu Keh Gaya Vo Itni Asani Se,
Kara Gaya Mujhe Meri Badsurti,
Meri Kamiyo Ka Ehsas,
Aur Thukra Gaya Mujhe Itni Asani Se,

Kya Dil Nahi Tha Uske Paas,
Ya Un Shabdo Ki Mithaas Kahi Kho Gayi Thi,
Aakhir Kiya Kya Maine,
Jo Mere Ehsaso Ki Zamane Bhar Me Khilli Udayi Gayi Thi,
Bas Pyar Hi To Kiya Tha,
Use Apna Dil Hi To Diya Tha,
Phir Bhi Kyu Sabke Samne Ek Mazaak Ban Kar Reh Gayi Thi,

Par Galti To Thi Hi Meri,
Ki Uski Neeli Aankho Me Dubti Chali Gayi Thi,
Uski Har Hasi Me Ek Sapna Bunti Chali Gayi Thi,

Dosh Uska Nahi Mera Hain,
Sirf Main Aur Mera Yeh Badsurat Chehra Hain,
Phir Bhi Kyun Aaj Khud Ko Bikhra Sa Mehsus Karti Hu,
Shayad Is Chehre Ke Karan Kisi Ko Ab Apna Dil Dene Se Darti Hu,
Kyunki Bahut Gehra Hota Hain Is Dard Ka Ehsas,
Par Ab Karti Hu Yahi Ardas,
Ki Ae Khuda!

Is Chehre Ko Vo Noor De,
Ki Dekhne Vala Aur Kuch Soch Hi Na Paye,
Par Is Dil Ko Dildar De,
Jiske Pyar Ke Liye Yeh Umar Bhi Kam Pad Jaye,
Aur Jisne Mujhe Thukraya,
Use Khud Koi 'Na' Keh Jaye,
Aur Tab Shayad Use Apni Galti...

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poem by Apurva Jain
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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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