Nostalgia! (Urdu)
Mera awaaz dena...
Aur uska lot kr aana
Gaey waqton ki baaten hen...! ! !
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Ek chhota sa kaam kr dena! ! ! (Urdu)
Janay walay musafiro mera!
ek chhota sa kaam kr dena
dur basti me rehne walon ko
jaa k mera salam keh dena
or kehna k yeh jo rishte hen
dil k mazboot bandhanon me aseer
gardishen maah o saal ki in ko
ab kbhi bhi na tor paen gi
chahay jitni bhi durian aen
chahaton ko ghata na paen gi
ay musafir tu meri janib se
uss nagar k tamaam logon ko
mere dil ka payam de dena
dur basti me rehne walon ko
jaa k mera salam keh dena...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Tamanna(wish)
TAMANNA YE AANSU HUM PITE TO JARUR HAI
LEKIN USKA SHUKRIYA KARNA KABHI NA BHULTE HAI
MALIK HAI VO JAISA CHAHE VAISA RAKHE
HAME SIRF DUA MANGNA HAI KI VO HAME DEKHE
WE SUFFER AGONY AND PAIN WITH TEARS
BUT ALWAYS THANK ALMIGHTY FOR GRACE
HE MAY KEEP US IN ANY CONDITION AS SAVIOR AND PROTECTOR
WE CAN ONLY ASK FOR MERCY AND BLESSINGS
NAHI KOI FARIYAD KARNI HAI AUR NAHI KOI SHIKAYAT
BUS NAJRE KAYAM RAHE AUR MILTI RAHE INNAYAT
JO USE DENA HAI VO BINA MANGE HI DE DEGA
BAKI BURE KARMO KA JAWAB TO HAME HI DENA PADEGA
NOTHING TO COMPLAINOR NOTHING TO PRESENT
ONLY PRAYER FOR BLESSINGS AND GRACE
HE MAY GIVE IT EVEN WITHOUT ASKING
WE NEED TO ANSWER FOR THE ILLS COMMITED
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Aao baaten karen! (Urdu)
Aao rang e shafaq!
Shokh rang e shafaq!
Mil k baaten karen,
Uss ki baaten karen...
Ik naey rang say waqt ko rok len,
Ik naey taur say her guzartay huey pal ko awaz den,
Or dhalti hui raat ki nabz ko thaam len
iss tarha
k kisi ko khabar bhi na ho,
Iss tarha
K koi shor bhi naa macchay...
Or shamma bhi baaton me shamil rahay,
Mah o anjum bhi jhuk jhuk k suntay rahen,
sir ko dhuntay rahen,
khwab buntay rahen,
kyun naa rang e shafaq!
Shokh rang e shafaq!
Ek fursat say aankhon me raaten karen,
Mil k baaten karen,
Uss ki baaten karen...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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If I Had Wings
Yedi pyar ke pankh hote to me udneko nahi kehta
vadi aur her chorahe pe pinjda nahi rakhta
khula assma mera gharonda hota aur jameen mera assiyana
mohabbat me paigam hota mer ay naya jamana
tu na badle to na sahi hum to udte jayenge
aana tujhe hamare pas hi padega aur ayengebhi
hum us bat ko juthla nahi sakte, bhula nahi sakte
shanti ka hamara sandesh hai, har jagah hum pahuncha nahi sakte
If love had wings, i would have not allowed
I would have put no cages on cross road or turn
sky could have been my nest earth to live in
this could have been message for new world
no worry if you don't, but we will fly
you will have to come even if don't
we can't prove it wrong or forget
peace is our message and will deliver the same
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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...
Aur Mere Is Dard Ke Ehsas Ho Jaye.......
poem by Apurva Jain
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Saddam Husain ka Paigham America ke naam
Kahan mumkin junoo mera aseer-e-daam ho jaaye, Shahadat hi meri mujh ko mera in-aam ho jaaye, Yahan ke bachche bachche se tujhe hushyaar rahna hai, Inheen mein se koi bachcha na kal Saddam ho jaaye.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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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
Aur uujado
Ki aadat ho chali thi
Tum sang
Pal bhar hi sahi
ye sheher
aabad to hua.
Kuch dur tak hi sahi
Hum sang to chale.
Kuch pal hi sahi
Tumhare labo pe
mera naam to raha
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Perdess (A poem written in URDU)
Perdess kai hai tu kai janey…Aagan mera soona hai
Na koi humdam, na koi mukhlis…ye bhi koi jeena hai
Yaad sata-ey hai mujh ko jehan bachpan guzra pyar-oon mai
Uss deis ki mati ki khushboo aaj bhi hai fazaoon mai
Betay dinoon ki yadeen hain..aik khawab sa ab ye lagta hai
Kahan sey doon-oon tujh ko Maa..mera agaan kitna soona hai
Na koi chitty aatey hai aur na koi dastak deta hai
Kiss see ab faryad karoon…dil buhat ye roota hai
Iss des mai mera dana pani kyon kilha tu ne ae rab
Bechar geye meray chanay walay…kahan sey doond kay la-oon ab
Tanha iss safar mai hoon aur kathin hain saab rastay
Kisey kismet hai mery…Reham kar khuda ka wastay.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Chal Chale Kahi Door
chal chale kahi door, tu ho paas jahaa ho dooor..
chal chale kahi door.......
samne koi ho muskil, ho ya koi dushman.
chal chale kahi door.......
aaj koi aye toofan, ya koi moAut..
chal chale kahi door.......
tu jo hey saath balama mere, to dhaye koi lakho sitam...
bus tu mere jindgi ka bus tu hi sahil hey...
tere kadam chum luoo....tere daman odha looooo...
chal chale kahi door.......
mera mandir bhi tu mere majjid bhi tu...
mera sahil bhi tu mera kinara bhi tu,..
chal chale kahi door.......
chal chale kahi door, tu ho paas jahaa ho dooor..
chal chale kahi door.....
poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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Jhootha Nahi(Hindi)
Sirf Tum Thi Mere Dil Main
Lekin pyar toh ban gaya ek khilona
Maine tumhara dil thora, tumne mera
Tumko lagtha hai ki pyar mera jhootha hai
Pyar saacha tha, saachi
Bahut kiya tha pyar maine tumse
Aur sirf tum hi thi mere dil main
Main jhootha nahi tha.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Kuch Naya Sa
Pee ke ladkhadana
aur ladkhada ke sambhal jana to saaki
Purani aadat thi,
Youn bin piye ladkhadana
aur ladkhadayee he jaana
yeh,
nayee bala hai.
Chot khakar dard me tadpna
aur tadap kar roo jana
to theek tha,
youn bina chot dard me chatpatana
aur chatpatahat mei chein pana,
yeh,
naya marz hai.
Jang me jeetna aur
uska jashn manana
Riwaz hai purana,
Youn bin lade sabkuch haar jaana
Phir haar ka jashn manana,
yeh,
Naya dastoor hai.
Kuch paana, aur paakar khona
Toh samajh aata hai,
Youn bin kuch paaye hi sab kuch khoo dena
yeh,
Naya sa ahsas hai.
Pee ke ladkhadana
aur ladkhada ke sambhal jana to saaki
Purani aadat thi,
Youn bin piye ladkhadana
aur ladkhadayee he jaana
yeh,
nayee bala hai.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Kuchh Bhi to Nahein Hai Naam Mein Mere. [A poem in Hindi]
Kuchh bhi to nahien hai naam mein mere
Na koi arth hai na mahatav hi
Samay ke raigistan mein jaisey
Tum ne ik naam likha tha
Jo mit sa gaya hai
Waqt ki aandhi se.
Ab jab teri nai duniya mein
Naiye saathi sang hain tere
Kya rakha hai beeti yaadon mein
Bharte rahein aanso in aankhon mein
Rait par likha hua ik shabd tha mein
Jo mit sa gaya hoon.
Lekin jab bhi naiye sab saathi
Sang chhod tujhe peddit kar dein
Naam tum lena mera priye tab
Aur moorat kar ke yaad tum meri
Kehna thha ik sachha shaksh bhi
Jiske pyaar ne jeevan mein thhey
Aashaon ke phool bikhere
Jise waqt nigal gaya hai
Aur jo yaadon ke aakash mein
Ik tara ban kar chamak raha hai
Chhahey uska koi naam nahien hai........[1992]
Zindagi
Kabhi socha na tha, ek din zindagi is kadsr ruth jayegi
Mangege khushi to tanha chorh jayegi
Khushiya to jese lehre hai
Or ye zindagi ek sahil
Na jane kyu aaj dil udaas hai
Dil ko shayad kisi ka intzaar hai...
Khushi khilaf hai mere
Magar dard ko mjhpe naaz hai
Seh liya maine bina kuch bole use...
Chalti rahi har kanto me...
Aakho me nami thi
Bs aasu peeke,
or dard sehke jinda hu aaj
Ehsaas hua ki ek gum hi mera apna hai, to tanhai mera sahara hai... Hr pal drd ko apne kareeb rkhti hun,
Kbi kbi jhalakta hai ye aakho se
........
poem by Neha Poemlover
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Mind me........ will you please..................... (new) ....
White lies black truths gray areas all over
never, never will i get to the pit
ever again
refuse me
and
i promise i bet i dare
all pinks and yellows
for my gray....s.................!
sunshine moonbeam
you all take care of me...will you
rainbow, oh! rainbow, Mind Me...will you..please! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Trinity Aana
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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............................................ .......
poem by Imnt Alive
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Worth Forgetting
me still wait to get use to the idea
of not in your memory
oh! ! please, let it grow
let it take roots
in my mind
in my heart
both you and me
let us get enchanted
by the idea of
getting out
and till time
that time
moment if it comes
remain in memory..
drenched in eachothers memory..........
poem by Trinity Aana
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Guantanamera
F/ lauryn hill
{s} indicates the actual words in spanish
{t} indicates the translation into english
---
{s} hola! soy celia cruz
{t} (hi! I am celia cruz)
{s} y estoy aqui con wyclef, celebrando carnival; azucar!!)
{t} (and Im here with wyclef celebrating carnival; azucar!!)
[singing] guantanamera
[wyclef] we out here in miami just shining
[singing] guajila, guantanamera
[wyclef] worldwide
[singing] guan-tana-mera
[wyclef] bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[wyclef] that was then, this is now
Welcome to the carnival, the arrival... cmon!
[singing] de donde crecen las palmas
[wyclef jean]
Spanish harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
[wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
Verse one: wyclef jean
Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba
I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac woman better yet space invader
If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me
Chorus:
Guantanamera
Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
[singing in spanish, with wyclef responses]
{s} soy una mujer, sincera
{t} (I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak english?
{s} de donde crecen las palmas
{t} (from where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
{s} soy una mujer, sincera
{t} (I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
{s} de donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
{t} (from where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
{s} y antes de morir, yo quiero
{t} (and before I die, I want to)
..
{s} cantar mis versos del alma
{t} (sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!
Guantanamera
Aiyyo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey yo john forte, shes eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera
Verse two: lauryn hill
Yo, she was a rose in spanish harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, goddess of black venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they cant get between us
To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of lexington, parents came from cuba
Part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like movado, and shook her hips like delgado
And broke niggaz down from the grounds to apollo
And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, venus flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera
[wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila guantanamera
Hey yo... I think shes eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Guantanamera
F/ lauryn hill
{s} indicates the actual words in spanish
{t} indicates the translation into english
---
{s} hola! soy celia cruz
{t} (hi! I am celia cruz)
{s} y estoy aqui con wyclef, celebrando carnival; azucar!!)
{t} (and Im here with wyclef celebrating carnival; azucar!!)
[singing] guantanamera
[wyclef] we out here in miami just shining
[singing] guajila, guantanamera
[wyclef] worldwide
[singing] guan-tana-mera
[wyclef] bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[wyclef] that was then, this is now
Welcome to the carnival, the arrival... cmon!
[singing] de donde crecen las palmas
[wyclef jean]
Spanish harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
[wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
Verse one: wyclef jean
Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba
I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac woman better yet space invader
If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me
Chorus:
Guantanamera
Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
[singing in spanish, with wyclef responses]
{s} soy una mujer, sincera
{t} (I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak english?
{s} de donde crecen las palmas
{t} (from where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
{s} soy una mujer, sincera
{t} (I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
{s} de donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
{t} (from where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
{s} y antes de morir, yo quiero
{t} (and before I die, I want to)
..
{s} cantar mis versos del alma
{t} (sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!
Guantanamera
Aiyyo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey yo john forte, shes eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera
Verse two: lauryn hill
Yo, she was a rose in spanish harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, goddess of black venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they cant get between us
To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of lexington, parents came from cuba
Part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like movado, and shook her hips like delgado
And broke niggaz down from the grounds to apollo
And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, venus flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera
[wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila guantanamera
Hey yo... I think shes eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On This Day...
white ants have been at it
while some other breathing beings
have been excavating the earth
underneath the mast...
yet, every year
in a ritual you, i and all
stand in solemn salutation
and in unison cry:
'mera bharat mahaan! '
jaihind!
15aug2010
22.10hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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When the Sun Shines
I am always here
I am in the wind
That whispers thru the pine
I am always here
I'm the achingly beautiful melody
Playing across your mind
When the sun shines, when the sun shines
I am always here
I am the emptiness in the night
Keeping you in memories until dawn
I am the past and future
Lingering on and on
I am always here
And sometimes I call your name
I play across your mind
On waves of memories
When the sun shines, when the sun shines
I am here.
Dena, may you find laughter and dance and song now