(7/14/2013 1:13:00 PM)
mai jaanta naa tha
naa hi pehchanta tha
us yaad ko
jahan mai har wqt khoya rehta tha
bas mehfil thi wahan
mere pyar ki jahan
mai har wqt duba rehna chahta tha
samunder bhi tha wahan
aur dubta hua suraj bhi
kisko chun ne wala tha
bas teri yaad thi
ik teri yaad thi...
(7/13/2013 11:38:00 AM)
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My Black Skin
The first thing you see when you see me
The last thing you think of when you think of free
There lies the pain the years of blame
My black skin calls to you, speaks to you, and has a name
Stained by grace labeled a race
Destroyed by fear
Whipped through the years
Pain surrounds the name that’s found
In chains it’s been bound
Cut through the years was my black skin
Running with tears was my black skin
I hold you dear my black skin
For you speak of a time when time began
The loneliness in the darkness without one friend
Where is my home when do I belong
The strength of my skin is spoken in song
The moans through time as beaten it was
The strength is mine to choose to love
My black skin till the day I die
Will lead my people beyond the cries
For a world that’s true and a time that right
On bended knee I’ll win my fight
(7/12/2013 7:29:00 AM)
vo teri haseen si baate
mai hr wqt sunta rehna chahta hun
vo tere khwabon ki
maii har wqt duba rehna chahta hun
mujhe tujh se ishq hai
ye pta nhi
bas tu mujh se mohabbt kr
isi mai maii jina rehna chahta hun
pyar tujhe mujh se naa tha
mgr khwabon mai ise badlna chahta hun
tera chehra maine aaj tak naa dekha
iska mujhe koi gam nhi
bas tujh se baaten kr kee
apni zindagi ko hassen bana laina chahta hun
ab tu mujh se ye mat puchna
'abhi' ye sach hai
bas mai tujhe se ye kahungaa
ye mere kalam se nikle hue pyare
se shabdon kaa ek chota saa pyar hai
jise mai hr wqt tujhe sunate rehna chahta hun...
(7/12/2013 3:05:00 AM)
Open your eyes it's a whole new day,
count your blessings and you're on your way.
take a chance and see where you go,
you'll be fine 'cause you reap what you sow.
And when you find yourself stuck in a place,
dont back out, you've got your dreams to chase.
That ray of sunlight cracking through the sky,
it will give you hope and push you to try.
And when the night comes crawling out,
if you are still fazed and having doubt,
close your eyes and wish upon a star,
smile that smile and it'll take you far.
(7/11/2013 9:44:00 AM)
If you are heart, I wanna be your beat.
If you are cake I wanna be your sweet.
If you are kite I wanna be your flight.
If you are dream, I wanna be your night.
If you are guitar, I wanna be your dhun,
If you are star, I wanna be your moon.
If you are metal, I wanna be your shine,
If you are poem, I wanna be your rhyme.
If you are paddy, I wanna be your hay,
If you are light, I wanna be your ray.
If you are rain, I wanna be your moist,
If you are lover, I wanna be your choice.
(7/11/2013 9:42:00 AM)
Government should provide children their right,
if not provided, their future won't be bright.
Society should stipulate the rights provided,
if not stipulated, children's growth will be retarded.
Parents should give love and affection to their children,
if not given, their won't be growth of their brain.
Teachers should provide children entertainment for a while,
if not provided, students' life will be boiled.
Government should provide children their name,
if not provided, their life will be full of pain.
Rights should be given to the children from whole;
Everyone is participated in their dimensional developing role.
(7/11/2013 8:22:00 AM)
Title: Counsellors Darkening Counsels
In the multitude of counsellors; safety abounds,
ln the multitude of enemies as counsellors;
Counsellors whose heart studieth destruction with lips uttering mischief;
Enemies clothed with sheep clothings as friends;
Friends whose tongues uttereth words born in deception.
Counsellors whose mouth darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge;
Enemies made counsellors whose looks appeareth friendly,
Friends whose mouth draweth iniquity by cords of vanity.
Counsellors who utter counsels coated in corruption,
Friends whose mouth worseneth counsel by words without wisdom;
Enemies whose heart pondereth in destruction.
Counsellors whose counsel are coiled in deception,
Friends who by multitudes of words cause you to err;
Enemies whose mouth captivate tender hearts.
Counsellors whose counsel destroy the paths of relationships,
Friends whose conceit counsel to death;
Enemies being enslaved seek to enslave others.
Believe not every counsel neither inculcate every word,
........... They destroy the heart..........
Believe not every friend neither heed to multitudes of words,
........... They enslave the soul............
Believe not every counsellor neither seek counsels from multitudes;
.......... They captive the mind...........
Which counsel shall we inculcate?
Which counsellors shall we believe?
Which counsellors shall we seek?
Inculcate counsels proved by love,
Believe counsellors whose counsel are weighed by truth and peace;
Seek counsellors whose counsel are words of life.
Who shall our counsellors be?
Let counsellors who are genuine and experienced be our guide;
Let counsellors who are higher and honest be our refuge.
Hope you find counsellors whose counsels are candid;
lt takes honest counsellors to ensure your safety.
(7/8/2013 5:07:00 AM)
I swear I love this poem wow! !
(7/6/2013 5:24:00 PM)
My Darling Helen.
Do not weep
Do not dream as if in fright
For where I am is not far
I'm in the sky in every star
I'm every wind and blade of grass
My Darling Helen.
I'm watching you
Don't fear the dark
Or any noise
I'm in the moon looking down on you
My Darling Helen.
Don't be scared
I never sleep
No never fear
I'm with you always
My Darling Dear
(7/5/2013 1:08:00 AM)
Excitement Spooning Joy
Whether by teaspoon or table, my guts full itself of this intimacy. Nevertheless, they find themselves deviating.
I shouldn't barf upon any anger though; I'd have a better chance out drawing Pablo.
But man it feels good to smile a little bit, to laugh a little more, to jump around a ring of roses.
This marriage that excite brings upon joy is ever so memorable. I write about it... I pen the excitement spooning joy.
Sometimes I watch...
By the garden, is this gigantic picnic.
No food, no palate, just grass. O' how full are these fools...?