Learning Urdu
From a district near Jammu,
(Dogri stumbling through his Urdu)
he comes, the victim of a continent broken
in two in nineteen forty-seven.
He mentions the minced air he ate
while men dissolved in alphabets
of blood, in syllables of death, of hate.
'I only remember half the word
that was my village. The rest I forget.
My memory belongs to the line of blood
across which my friends dissolved
into bitter stanzas of some dead poet.'
He wanted me to sympathize. I couldn't,
I was only interested in the bitter couplets
which I wanted him to explain. He continued,
'And I who knew Mir backwards, every
couplet from the Diwan-e-Ghalib saw poetry
dissolve into letters of blood.' He
Now remembers nothing while I find Ghalib
at the crossroads of language, refusing
to move to any side, masquerading
as a beggar to see my theatre of kindness.
poem by Agha Shahid Ali
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This Was Not Our Destiny
This was not our destiny, that union with the beloved would take place.
If we had kept on living longer, then would have been kept waiting
If I lived on your promise, then know this that I knew it to be false
For would I not have died of happiness, if I had had trust [in it]?
From your delicacy I knew that the vow had been bound loosely
You could never have broken it, if it had been firm
Let someone ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow
Where would this anxiety/ pain have come from, if it had gone through the liver?
What kind of friendship is this, that friends have become Advisors?
If someone had been a healer, if someone had been a sympathizer!
From the rock-vein would drip that blood which would never have stopped
If this which you are considering 'grief' this were just a spark
Although grief is life-threatening, how would we escape, while there is a heart?
If there were not the grief of passion, there would be the grief of livelihood
To whom might I say what it is- the night of sadness is a bad disaster!
Why would I have minded dying, if it took place one time?
Since upon having died, I became disgraced- why were I not drowned in the ocean?
Neither a funeral procession would ever been formed, nor would there anywhere be a tomb
Who can see him? for that Oneness is unique
If there were even a whiff of twoness, then somehow [He] would be two or four
These problems of mysticism! this discourse of yours, Ghalib!
We would consider you a saint- if you weren't a wine-drinker.
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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You said
Dread washes over,
As blood pours out.
My mind goes blank,
As you go out.
You said I love you,
You said I hate you,
But all that you knew,
Is that I hated you.
Love was all you wanted,
But instead,
You got haunted.
And your love became dead.
My story is mystery to you,
All you knew,
Was that I wanted love,
And I wanted someone.
My life was ruined,
When you came,
You left me,
For someone else.
I scream and shout,
Yelling I want out.
But you don't listen,
Cause you do is ignore.
You wanted more,
But I wanted less.
All I want you to know,
Is that I never loved you.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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In Her Every Indication
Although in her every indication, the aim is something else
If she shows her affection(with me) , then different suspicion arises
Oh Lord, 'they' have not understood, nor will [they] understand, my speech
Give 'them' another heart, if you don't give me a different tongue
Does that glance of coquetry have a connection with the eyebrow?
It is certainly an arrow- perhaps it has a different bow
If you're in the city, then what grief do I have? when we get up
I will go and bring back from the bazaar a different heart and life
Although [I /we] became quick-handed / deft in idol-breaking
If I am alive, then in my path there will be many heavy-stones
The blood of the liver is in turmoil—or I would have wept to my heart's content
If I had had a number of different pure-blood-scattering eyes
I will die [of love] for that voice, although my head may fly off!
But let her keep saying to the executioner,'Yes, more/another! '
People are deceived about the world-{heating/burning} sun
Every day I show one different hidden scar/wound
There are many good poets in this world.
But it is said that Ghalib is in a league of his own.
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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Red Letters
Red letters
Cut deep
Soothe the pain inside.
Red letters
Bold and loud
Scream silently.
Red letters
Secret and hidden
But a cry for help.
Red letters -
A way to deal with this pain.
As I cut these words into my skin
I remember seeing red words somewhere before
Then it hits me like a lightning bolt -
Words of Jesus are printed in red. Words of Christ in red.
Red letters
Real truth, piercing deep
Soothes my pain inside.
Red letters
Your passion, Your blood
Covers me.
Red letters
Hope and life
I cry, 'Fill me! '
Red letters -
You were pierced and bloody
So I wouldn't have to be.
'What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
Oh! precious is the flow that makes me white as snow!
No other fount I know -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus! '
Red letters... Nothing but the blood -
Red letters... Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
poem by Zoe MacRae
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To Pablo Neruda
Again & again
I have read your books
without ever wishing to know you.
I suck the alphabet of blood.
I chew the iron filings of your words.
I kiss your images like moist mouths
while the black seeds of your syllables
fly, fly, fly
into my lungs.
Untranslated, untranslatable,
you are rooted inside me-
not you-but the you
of your poems:
the man of his word,
the lover who digs into the alien soil
of one North American woman
& plants a baby-
love-child of Whitman
crossed with the Spanish language,
embryo, sapling, half-breed
of my tongue.
I saw you once-
your flesh-
at Columbia.
My alma mater
& you the visiting soul.
Buddha-like
you sat before a Buddha;
& the audience
craned its neck
to take you in.
Freak show-
visiting poet.
You sat clothed
in your thick
imperious flesh.
I wanted to comfort you
& not to stare.
Our words knew each other.
That was enough.
Now you are dead
of fascism & cancer-
your books scattered,
the oil cruet on the floor.
The sea surges through your house
at Isla Negra,
& the jackboots
walk on water.
Poet of cats & grapefruits,
of elephant saints;
poet of broken dishes
& Machu Picchu;
poet of panthers
& pantheresses;
poet of lemons,
poet of lemony light.
The flies swarm
thicker than print on a page,
& poetry blackens
like overripe bananas.
The fascists you hated,
the communists you loved,
obscure the light, the lemons
with their buzzing.
We were together
on the side of light.
We walked together
though we never met.
The eyes are not political,
nor the tastebuds,
& the flesh tastes salty always
like the sea;
& the sea
turns back the flies.
poem by Erica Jong
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No Hope
I am left with no hope at all,
No possibility to reach my goal,
The Day of my death is fixed,
I am so very anxious that I can not sleep all night.
Though I know the reward of obedience and worship,
But I have no tendency for it.
I am silent for a certain reason,
Otherwise I can convince you with my words,
Why I shouldn't cry,
For when I don't, she asks about me,
My heart is burning, though you cannot see the spot,
But O my doctor, can't you smell my heart burn?
I have reached to a certain state,
From where even I cannot find myself.
I am dying (Waiting anxiously) for my death,
I don't know where the hell my death has gone.
With what face you will go to Ka'ba, O! Ghalib,
You should be ashamed of yourself while thinking to go there.
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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All I Ever Wanted
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
Too good
You could
Be so misunderstood
Snow pure
Demure
Don't feel so insecure
Heaven would be lonely without you
You satisfy the need in me
No-one makes me feel the way you do
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
Maligned
You'll find
A strength to ease your mind
Trust fate
Relate
This trial you'll tolerate
Summer would be bitter without you
You satisfy the need in me
Sunshine couldn't warm me like you do
Devotion's what you read in read
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you to be free with you
Review
Brand new
You know you'll see it through
From now
I wow
They'll take what you allow
Paradise so dreary without you
I couldn't last a day without you
Nothing else could take the place of you
You know I wouldn't stay without you
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you to be free with you
Yeah be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
To be free with you
Totally with you
Hey be with you
All I ever wanted
I believe in you
I believe in you
Hey hey yeah
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you
Just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Want to be with you
Got to be with you
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you
Just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you
To be free with you
Yeah be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
Be with you
All that I want to do
Hey be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
Everything that I do
Yes I do it for you
Yeah be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
song performed by by Human League
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I wanted to know What’s in my heart
I wanted to know
What’s in my heart
I took a knife
Opened it apart
Lot of blood
I saw
Some deep red
Some deep black
I looked at the red
It was full of
Love and affection
Black was full of
Hate and infection
I was happy and crappy
Thought for a while
Decided to change my style
Live with love and affection
Remove the blood
Of hate and infection
Make all the blood red
Never remember
The word hatred
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Ticks & Leeches
Suck and suck. suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite. suck me dry.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. you thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
Beat my compassion black and blue.
Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what youre getting.
I hope youre choking. I hope you choke on this.
I hope youre choking. I hope you choke on this.
Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. taken all you can taken you can,
We can take.
Got nothing left to give to you.
Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little
Blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go.
Suck me dry.
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what youre getting.
I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.
song performed by by Tool
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The River of Blood
It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.
poem by Marria Attar
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Make This House A Home
Well theres something in us living
Theres something you should know
There was a time for us to fall
Now its time to grow
But you know its not the way
That I intended it to be
Crossing hearts and killing souls
And trying to get down to whats real
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
All I needed was your hand to hold
I spent so much time alone
I needed your direction
But we re-aligned my broken bones
Well theyre running from a lifeless state
Somehow we lost our hold
All we have with us is change
Left over from what started out as gold
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
Im holding you responsible for every word I say
If you feel the brokenness
Wont you try and look the other way
I never meant to be so low
I only wanted you to see
That time was healing someone else
But its tearing apart the very heart of me
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
So make this house a home
Make this house a home
Make this house a home
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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No Hope Comes My Way
No hope comes my way
No visage shows itself to me
That death will come one day is definite
Then why does sleep evade me all night?
I used to laugh at the state of my heart
Now no one thing brings a smile
Though I know the reward of religious devotion
My attention does not settle in that direction
It is for these reasons that I am quiet
If not, would I not converse with you?
Why should I not remember you?
Even if you cannot hear my lament
You don't see the anguish in my heart
O healer, the scent of my pain eludes you
I am now at that point
That even I don't know myself
I die in the hope of dying
Death arrives and then never arrives
How will you face Mecca, Ghalib
When shame doesn't come to you
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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Blood on your hands sister
You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser
You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
poem by Lilac Wine
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You And Everybody
Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.
Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.
When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.
Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.
One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!
poem by Satish Verma
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Come Some Rainy Day
What goods a dollar
Without your baby sister?
Two scoops of ice cream
On a summer afternoon
We ran wild
And all we ever wanted
Was to rule the world
Between our house and school
(chorus)
We move on
Put those dreams away
Thinking that well find them
Come some rainy day
First time I saw you
I knew I would love you
Half way through sophomore year
I finally asked your name
When I kissed you
I lost my heart completely
All we wanted
Was just to stay that way
We move on
Put those dreams away
Hoping that well find them
Come some rainy day
How could I know
That everything would change
Except the way I miss you
Come some rainy day
(bridge)
Ill sit and laugh with friends
At what weve all been through
But I still catch my breath
When someone mentions you
(repeat chorus)
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Drinking Poetry
at first glance
you taste its first sip
it is bitter and had always been
as bitter as grief
and you drink it anyway
everyday
until then when bitterness
does not taste bitter anymore
and then you drink it anyway
everyday
and everyday you drink cup by cup
poetry
your friend do not believe you
doing this
they cannot take it anymore
you drinking this bitter
concoction
everyday
you are true to this calling
drinking poetry
until it has become your habit
your vocation
your mission to write all that you feel
all that you can
what they do not know
is this freedom this blood from poetry
bitter and salty and sometimes bland
has become so sweet as honey
and these sap caused the growth of
your feathers and wings
and then one day you fly away
far away so so far away
to that clouds and mountains to that castle of the gods
and goddesses
and there you drink with them
and there they welcome you as one of them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Versus (vs.)
I was ok when I was happy
I can't remember feeling alive
I remember the pain, the tears, the blood
The knives
The innocence
The tears
The love
The fears
The want of blood
The want of fun
The want of tomorrow
The want of it all to be done
I wanted friends
I should have known
Nothing's real
I'm all alone
I've always been alone
You are born alone
You live alone
You die alone
poem by Brynn Fier
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Green Couplets 01 Lucid Cute Verse
The word ‘couplet' derives from the word ‘couple'— means one pair of anything. A couplet is the shortest and simplest form or type of poetry with a certain idea. It generally consists of single stanza of two lines of rhyming poetry that usually has the same meter. There is no hard and fast rule about length or rhythm.
As the shortest form of poetry couplets are green and attractive those proclaim Poems for Life.
Couplet— I
Orchid flower on the pot
Rainy summer not so hot
Couplet— II
Online romance chat is the key
Late night knows the honey-bee
Couplet— III
Moonbeam dropping dazzling night
Knocking the doors memories right.
Couplet— IV
Filipino cat in the dream
Crossing Ocean alone swims!
Couplet— V
Two leaves and a bud green leaf tea
Exploiting labors can we see?
Ashraful Musaddeq
poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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Young Blood
i saw her standing on the corner,
(ooh ooh ooh)
a yellow ribbon in her hair,
(ooh ooh ooh)
i couldn't keep myself from callin' ,
looky there,
looky there,
looky there,
oh looky there!
young blood,
young blood,
young blood,
i can't get you outta my mind.
i took one look and i was flattered
(ooh ooh ooh)
i tried to walk along the lane
(ooh ooh ooh)
i couldn't keep myself from shouting,
whats your name?
whats your name?
whats your name?
oh whats your name?
young blood,
young blood,
young blood,
i can't get you outta my mind.
what crazy step
she looked so tept
i had to follow her all the way home
then things went bad
i met her dad
he said
you'd better leave my daughter alone
i couldn't sleep that night for crying
(ooh ooh ooh)
i saw the rising of the sun
(ooh ooh ooh)
and all along my heart was sighing
she's the one
she's the one
she's the one
oh she's the one
young blood
young blood
young blood
i can't get you outta my mind
young blood
young blood
young blood
i can't get you outta my mind
young blood
young blood
young blood
i can't get you outta my mind
song performed by by Bad Company
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Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise
Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise --
We who dwell in the true ecstasy can forget their vase-tamed bouquet.
In our hall of mirrors, the map of the one Face appears
As the sun's splendor would spangle a world made of dew.
Hidden in this image is also its end,
As peasants' lives harbor revolt and unthreshed corn sparks with fire.
Hidden in my silence are a thousand abandoned longings:
My words the darkened oil lamp on a stranger's unspeaking grave.
Ghalib, the road of change is before you always:
The only line stitching this world's scattered parts.
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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