Serchuuaa
Serchhuuaa kentakari
Medhaveliru aeba
he upe ni karbar kihe.
Kenaachha goanra luke
Kanhi gala tumar maet
Tumar paban tumar gachh
Jangal pakhan
Gae damur chhel gaingale
Hisabkitab ni karbar keve.
Chhidei pudei hauchhan
Chuchhe chuchhe
Chhidigala Pudigala
Ghaslata badhaba kenta
Bhavbar no tike.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Aambure (Kosli Poem)
E naed kana kaheba
Kaheba baele kaheba
Naed khandir aambure.
Baraph kenta kari pighilsi
Aaru hesi baed aame ni janbar.
Ni janbar jue kentakari jalsi dan dan
Aaru kakar padsi kenta adhratia.
Gurdu gurdu kana kana
Kahebarkaje dhaundhisi naed
Aaru ni kahe kichhu
Rahijaesi kenthane ni pade jana.
Muin ken jainsi haji
Kahake kenta kari kahemi
Mor itihas bhugol
Kiw kaheba mate paenli
Sabkar samne.
Heta henta hesi
Ni jani kihe ni kahipara.
Suna suna Raghaba
Kan karba sunikari ni pachhara
Tautar dalal budhijibimanku
kahebarta kenta kada
Sunikari jirabarta bhi henta.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Taki tha (Kosli poem)
e phirphirimane kenta usad hei kari kindruchan dekha ta
Dekha ta e bhursakirahmane paso aasi kari gharbhitarke
Guda karmu baluchan.
Han bala jentajenta kahi kahi galabelke muin
No kaheba kenaade kichhu aaru kahela baele
Barluti bag gudanu bag chua ke betinelabagir
Betinele ni kaheba mte kichhu.
asur heu ki parur amkasi gute bi ni aasi
e am gachhe aaru ladi heiche khali patar.
Tumar balad ta bada sutar hele paske gale
Marsi lad han balata kahuchen sonpurian mita.
Aaru ken ken katha ni kahela ken aaru hemane
kahuchhan taki tha
Taki tha taki tha Mahanadi khaend dhaskilajae.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ken Kathake Helua (Kosli Poem)
Ken kathake helua
Kanje dharala bhalu
Pitel peila inar andhar.
Ketnikete saja delana
E nar e andhar aaru muin
Bhabuchen eta mor tihar.
Puspunir mada itha khauchhu ta kha
Ni kaha na gurdu katha jamana badal gaya.
A pila tui nangala ni hela tak
Kari parbu kana mate ni lagbar.
Nakhartake lagauchhu kudher
Ujala take kahuchhu kala andhar.
Gulmal sabu ena arru ja ja daki aan
Pilamanke ghar bhitru.
Gulmal lagbarta ni se
Tumar kabar ni se jibarta kahar paske
Barluti jabardasti
Jena jenta achhe jenta
Badlu balu kenta baluchha kejane
Janhele badlisi ken kenta?
Gulmal ni lag ni lag baele bhi
Kie manba ni lagbar mate.
Thik ta ke thik kahebarkaje
Ketejan ina achan
Janbarke padbar tumke.
Muin achhe aaru morne achhe samia
Pher bhi helua helake sabu jauchhe
Chuilmudke aaru heta henu
Ni kahiparbar kahake.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Tha e ne (Kosli kabita)
Khet mor ta kudmi muin bunmi muin bija
Sabu karmi muin lata bachha palha rua
Daebar madabar gharke buhibar kam bhi mor.
Mate chhadidele aaru ni na kihe kehensithane
Kenta karmi karmi jenta jena chhadmi heta henu
Aaru ni jaen kahin.
Muin achhen e na aaru e na thibartak heba
Jenta karuthimi heta
Ni kalata heba heta kahebarta kenta alajuk aae.
Achhen muin morthane basuchhen uthuchhen gadhuchhen
Dekhuchhen karuchhen mor kam mor khete
Mor kala kam thanu kenta sikhla tume sikhi ja
Aaru tha e na.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Taki Tha
E phirphirimane kentausat heikari
kindruchan dekha ta
Dekha ta bhursakirah mane pasikari Gharbhitarke
guda karmu balichan.
han bala jenta jenta kahi kahi
galabelkae mun ni kaheba kua ke kichu
Aaru kahela baele barluti baggudanu bagchuamane
betinela bagir betinele ni kaheba mte kichu.
asur heu ki parur am kasi gute bi ni aasi
e amar gachhe aaru ladi heiche khali patar.
Tumar balatta bada sutar hele paske gale marsi lath
Han balata khucha kahuche sonurian mita.
Aaru jen mankara katha ni kahela ken hemane
kahuchan taki mtha
Takitha mahanadi khaend aaelatak.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Kentaje kejane (Kosli kabita)
Marbarta khali achhe agake
Kenta bala?
Bala ta jive had achhe baele.
Nipara ithirlagi tamebhi smilhei
Hemanakarsange.
Rakata susuchhan hemane
Kaelja khujuchhan hemane
Kahuchhan angurthanu aaru kenta
Mithalagta bo.
Ketnikete gadh
Maet paen sabuke misei
Karuchhan putla aaru hetake
Dekhauchhan sapan aaru
Kahuchhan sapan aamar
Itarupre ni kahipara kichhukihe.
Kentaje kejane marbarke aaichhan
Jenmane ni parbar mari
Aaru jenmane ni maru baluchhan
Ni parbar banchhi.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Gala
Gala hangs from the window frame
Dressed in black and white
Her face is colourless
In the moonlight
She turns around and her lips move
But the words just drop away
She leans on the back of a chair
And her arms begin to sway
She and I can hear voices
Talking in the room next door
Saying things we used to say
That we cant believe in any more
Weve seen too many castles crumble
Made too many innocent mistakes
Who could have known that one house
Could hold so much heartbreak?
And then the clockbell rings
The wind blows in -
Gala makes for the door.
Her eyes blaze
And her hands are shaking
She opens her mouth and roars!
Gala doesnt want, gala doesnt need
She claws at her face
With her nails till it bleeds
She runs down the stairs
In her poor bare-feet
Shes too woman to cry or go down on her knees
Then her mother is there
And her voice is soft
She pulls gala close
She soothes galas cuts
And gently chides
And gala knows...
That gala shouldnt worry
She neednt be afraid
Because there are sailors on the sea tonight
In ships that God made
Look! they cast out the line
With a heave two-three-four
And they sing as they pull
Our lost souls aboard
song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gala
Gala hangs from the window frame
Dressed in black and white
Her face is colourless
In the moonlight
She turns around and her lips move
But the words just drop away
She leans on the back of a chair
And her arms begin to sway
She and I can hear voices
Talking in the room next door
Saying things we used to say
That we cant believe in any more
Weve seen too many castles crumble
Made too many innocent mistakes
Who could have known that one house
Could hold so much heartbreak?
And then the clockbell rings
The wind blows in -
Gala makes for the door.
Her eyes blaze
And her hands are shaking
She opens her mouth and roars!
Gala doesnt want, gala doesnt need
She claws at her face
With her nails till it bleeds
She runs down the stairs
In her poor bare-feet
Shes too woman to cry or go down on her knees
Then her mother is there
And her voice is soft
She pulls gala close
She soothes galas cuts
And gently chides
And gala knows...
That gala shouldnt worry
She neednt be afraid
Because there are sailors on the sea tonight
In ships that God made
Look! they cast out the line
With a heave two-three-four
And they sing as they pull
Our lost souls aboard
song performed by by Waterboys
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Aagla din
Rahemi kenta chhadikari tamke
Bisita laguche samiya
Ni thilabele tame ine.
Mor aink ni parbar dekhi
Aaru kichhu ketebele.
Raet ni sarbar ni sarbar din
Aaru muin hauchhen hapsi kechdei.
Morthanu kenke paleichha bhail tame
Mor e chhuri hebarta sat aai kain.
Kaan thirar lagi muin ni parbar rahi
morta kenta heba tamar
kede kede bepari helena phel ena
Aaru chhadikari palale na surat.
Aaru ken kaje mate deba kie kana
Phulmala aaru muin kahemi hela hela
Thik bujhagala.
Aagla din takichhe mate aaru
Tumke dekhabarkaje aaru ken kenta.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Infini
Daniel MacPherson, Grace Huang, Luke Hemsworth, Bren Foster, Luke Ford, Dwaine Stevenson, Louisa Mignone, Tess Haubrich, Harry Pavlidis
from Infini (2015)
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Luke Havergal
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.
The leaves will whisper there of her, and some,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen she will call.
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies
To rift the fiery night that’s in your eyes;
But there, where western glooms are gathering,
The dark will end the dark, if anything:
God slays Himself with every leaf that flies,
And hell is more than half of paradise.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies—
In eastern skies.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this,
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
That flames upon your forehead with a glow
That blinds you to the way that you must go.
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is,
Bitter, but one that faith may never miss.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this—
To tell you this.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There are the crimson leaves upon the wall.
Go, for the winds are tearing them away,—
Nor think to riddle the dead words they say,
Nor any more to feel them as they fall;
But go, and if you trust her she will call.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Luke Havergal
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.
The leaves will whisper there of her, and some,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen she will call.
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies
To rift the fiery night that’s in your eyes;
But there, where western glooms are gathering,
The dark will end the dark, if anything:
God slays Himself with every leaf that flies,
And hell is more than half of paradise.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies—
In eastern skies.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this,
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
That flames upon your forehead with a glow
That blinds you to the way that you must go.
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is,
Bitter, but one that faith may never miss.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this—
To tell you this.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There are the crimson leaves upon the wall.
Go, for the winds are tearing them away,—
Nor think to riddle the dead words they say,
Nor any more to feel them as they fall;
But go, and if you trust her she will call.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson from The Children of the Night (1897)
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Chances To Be With You
Wish I can expressed my feelings for you
It's so hard
I can't even say one word
I wish I can talk to you if you were one of my friends
I'm letting my past get control of me
I'm not doing it right
I keep making the same mistakes over and over
What is wrong with me?
Why I can believe in myself and be with someone else like you
Luke
I feel bad
I'm losing my chances to hold onto you
My heart is feeling so torn part
I hope you can be one to glue it back together and help me forget horrible past and guy
Maybe you could be guy get my confident and faith back
I can do it, just need to press on
I can see in your eyes that you want me
I want to grab this chance with you
Luke
So I hope is not too late
I need to go with ever happen,
Say to myself that I try, and I didn't back down
Luke
I like you so much
I hope you didn't move on yet
You like me for who I'm
Every day you are kind of surprising in a good way
I enjoy being around you
Chance to be with you
poem by Christina Phan
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School theme 15. Sir, you’ve shaken off a bad habit.
- Sir! Can’t you see me shake?
__________________________- And what?
- You haven’t given the homework.
- I remember, but you began
To shake like an aspen leaf when
I gave you this test.
__________________- It’s done.
- Really?
________- And no one
Helped me.
___________- That sounds great!
I think it’s my gala day!
Tell me why you were nervous, Jess.
- The test shook me up.
___________________- It was less
Difficult than the last one.
_______________________- I saw,
Yes, and couldn’t believe my eyes, Sir!
- You want to ask me something.
___________________________- Sir,
Will you, please, hurry up?
_______________________- What for?
- The break will begin soon.
________________________- Yes,
It‘s not begun.
______________- The homework…
______________________________- Jess,
You had a test, I shan’t give you
Any tasks.
___________- Sir, in my view
You’ve shaken off it! Not too bad!
Yes! ! ! Gala day, Sir! Is that flat?
poem by Konstantin Ananin
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Happiness is realizing that nothing is too important.
quote by Antonio Gala
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Ratigala
Katahela golapgachha
Aau bhangila shanti.
Aaji dinaku kie kemiti
byabahara kala helani jani.
Kata hela golapgachha
Aau padha sarila
Kana lekhathila pakhudare.
Jie padhila nathila sie aau.
Aau jie kahila bjhapadilani kichhi
Golapgachha katahela
Rati bi nathila ratibhali.
Bhala hela ki hela ni
bujhibaku na thile kehi
Jie aasila sie gala
Kichhi na bujhi musa gatare
Rahla aakhi.
Rati ta amiti gala
Sakalaku na thila golapgachha
Golapgachha bisaya nathila
Golapgachha jagare Kana
Rahila kia kahaku
pachari chanihilani janibaku.
Golapgachha je golapgachha
Milu na thila uttara kahathu.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Weight
I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past DEAD
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me, where a man might find a bed
He just grinned and shook my hand, "No" was all he said.
Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me
I picked up my bags, I went looking for a place to hide
Then I saw old Carmen and the devil walking side by side
I said, "Hey Carmen, c'mon, let's go downtown"
She said, "I gotta go, but my friend can stick around"
Chorus
Go down, Miss moses, ain't nothin you can say
It's just old Luke, and Luke's waiting on judgement day
Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Annalee
He said, "Do me a favor, so, won't you stay and keep Annalee comapany"
Chorus
Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
said, "I will fix your rag, if you'll take Jack, my dog"
I said, "Wait a minute Chester-you know, I'm a peaceful man"
He said, "That's ok, boy, won't you feed him when you can"
Chorus
Get you cannonball, now to take me down the line
My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it's time
To get back to miss Fanny, you know she's the only one
Who sent me here, with her regards for everyone
Chorus
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Our Motto
Congratulations on your recent victory,
Senator.
'Thank you so much.
We are thrilled to be here.'
We appreciate you granting us access,
For this interview...
And trust your campaign for transparency,
Extends to allow further discussions...
That are open to us in the future.
'Of course.
By all means.'
I'd like to ask a few questions?
'Anything.
We are not going to be,
Like the current administration.
Say one thing and mean another.
Remember I said that.'
I will.
Senator...
You and your collegues won,
Over the other party...
Because of failed policies.
And excessive spending.
Yet...
Tonight,
Not only were we not granted admission,
To your welcoming gala this evening.
But also...
Your party is spending millions,
For this festive gala.
Can you explain that?
This seems to be a contradiction.
'Of course.
There is no contradiction at all.
Had you ever given a surprise party for anyone?
And the surprise was to ensure...
A cushion of funds would assist them on their way? '
No!
Not at all.
That's hypocritical.
'We wanted our opponents to curb their spending.
Those habits must end.
We,
On the other hand...
We,
Will reign over any spending.
And make this an exclusive endeavor.
And that is why the people elected us.'
I see!
'No you wont!
And that's the key.
Spend, spend, spend wisely.
Without needless scrutiny.
That is our motto.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I used to hang out with Salvador Dali a lot. He was such a nice man. I really liked his wife Gala, too. People say that she was tricky, but she was never difficult with me.
quote by Jerry Hall
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Bharata kahara
India that is bharat kahara
we the people of india karuchhe
kama kaha pain
kie kahaku kana dele
paila kana kie kahathu.
aryabarta bharata rahila kauthi
khojibaku jai pherichhi ki kie
amara sahamti amara sanhati
amara bhasa amara sahitya sanskruti
amathu kie neuchhi chhadai.
ame samajbadi ame sarbabhouma
eita nuhen ki bhrama
bharatara sadharana lokatie
paichhi kebe byaktira sammana
achhi ki chintare chetanare biswasare dharma.
kuade gala samajika arthanaitika
rajanaitika au au jete jete nyaya
amara bana giri lata nadi hrada samudra
pasu pashki sampada kuade gala kuha.
kebe heba ame au bharatiya
kebe heba ame au amara.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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