A few shairs [urdu]

Kaash meri zindagi mein tum aaye na hote,

Aankhon mein itne khuwab sajaaye na hote,

Itna dard jo mujhe tum de kar chale gaye,

Koi aya na hota tou yeh zulm dhaya na hota,

Kaash meri tanhai mujhse roothe na hote.

–Sheikha.

Waqt dhoka de gaya mujhe lekin

Tumhari yaadein abhi baaki hai

Kitni jaldi doobta hai suraj aur raat

Doob jaati hai apne hi andhere mein.

–Sheikha.

Isi andhere ujaale mein baatein ki tumse,

Jab parchai lagta tha tumhara paas hona.

–Sheikha.

Ilzaam doun bhi agar tou kis ko doun,
Meri taraf nazar kabhi huwi nahi tumhari,
Jalte hai hum khoobsurti se itna kyun,
Mujh par nazrein tiki nahi tumhari kabhi.

–Sheikha.

Ijaazat ho agar thori der aur ruk jaayun
Saari umar nikl gayi ab saansein baaki hai

–Sheikha.

Intimates

Don’t you care for my love? she said bitterly.

I handed her the mirror, and said:
Please address these questions to the proper person!
Please make all requests to head-quarters!
In all matters of emotional importance
please approach the supreme authority direct! –
So I handed her the mirror.
And she would have broken it over my head,
but she caught sight of her own reflection
and that held her spell bound for two seconds
while I fled.

-D.H.Lawrence

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In Search of Cinderella

From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
To fit this crystal shoe.
From dusk to dawn,
I try it on
Each damsel that I meet.
And I still love her so, but oh,
I’ve started hating feet.

-Shel Silverstein

A Haiku For Tinku

a black ball of fur,
wet eyes, chubby tail, soft ears,
epitome of love

-Patchy

A Hiccup

to live constantly
imprisoned in your mind’s cell
is same as freedom

-Kunal Goel

mere bhitar ki

mere bhitar ki trishna ko tum miljulkar door karo,
khwab jo maine dekhe they wo mujhse milkar poor karo

yeh baat nai wo baat sahi, kya lena par in baaton ka,
akash yadi hai gyat mujhe, akash se lekar door chalo

beete baaton ke saye jo unki yaad dilate hain,
unko jo kabhi na bhool sake to unko bhi barbad karo

teevrgativikritpratidinmeraman tumse milkar hota hai,
apne seene ki dhadkan ko mujhse milkar vyapt karo

kal raat jo tumne sochi thi wo baat jo mujhse kehne ki,
wo baat kabhi bhi keh na sake tum, us baat ko antarlaap karo

ek prani ke do pehlu hain jo jeevanbhar sang rehte hain,
ek tumko pyara lagta hai, tum duje ko swikar karo

main apne aap ke bheetar hoon tum apne andar rehti ho,
is band kamre ke jeevan ko mujhse milkar azad karo

-Kunal Goel

Spinach wrote a poem

Spinach wrote a poem,
She wrote a pantomime.
A long wordless monologue,
A lengthy heartful rime.
Everyone who read it,
Was in splits of laughter,
Everyone who read it,
Died the morning after.

-Kunal Goel

Traveling through the Dark

Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

More

Days of absence

Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, -
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.

-Jean Jacques Rousseau

an artsy-fartsy poem

midnight chaos…
eternity chaos…
morning chaos, eternity chaos,
noon chaos, eternity chaos, evening chaos,
eternity chaos, midnight chaos, eternity chaos,
morning chaos, eternity chaos, noon chaos–
evening chaos, eternity chaos,
midnight chaos, eternity chaos…
morning chaos, eternity chaos,
noon chaos, eternity chaos,
evening chaos, eternity chaos…
midnight chaos, eternity chaos,
noon chaos, eternity chaos,
evening chaos, eternity chaos…
morning chaos, eternity chaos…

-Julien Donkey-Boy

I can’t talk

I’ve developed a fear of communication. I can’t talk to people. I don’t visit the forums I liked so much. I don’t sign into instant messengers. I keep my cellphone switched off all the time. I don’t talk to people on facebook/orkut. I cannot even write for this blog. What is happening here? Is this an extension of OCD? I don’t know what it is but it is terrible.

Karwaan guzar gaya

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Why Won’t You Leave Me Be?

The thought of you,
That refuses to leave me be
My being distorted by one truth
You… you, the biggest lie

I don’t know what this madness is
What is this insanity?
Even in my dreams,
I hear you calling out to me

Your voice, it echoes in my ears
Like a thousand silences
In every vein of my body
You run your poisonous course

Why wont you leave me be?
Why wont you leave me be?

Miss Teen USA 2007 - South Carolina answers a question

I personally believe that us americans
are unable to do so because osama.

People out there
in our nation
don’t have that,

And I believe that our education
like such as south africa and
such as the Iraq.

everywhere “such as”.

And I believe our education
should help the US
should help the south africa
and the iraq
and the asian countries
so we can build up
our future.

- Line breaks by Tim Howland
Original Video here