Best Gai Poems
Woh tera ankh bhar kay mujhay dekhna,
Woh tera dekhna he kamal tha,
Meri justajo kay ahsas par,
Tera lamss bhi tu baymisal tha,
Meray saray jazboon ki dilkashi,
Teray ashiyan pay aa kay simat gai,
Gar main ruk na jata iss taraf,
Tu meri hasti pay pher zawal tha,
Teray husan ki sari tajaliyan,
Kaisy ho gayen mujh pay mahrban,
Meray zehan kay neha khanoo main,
Yehi chupa howa aik sawal tha,
Woh jo chaltay chaltay thy mil gaye,
Thy meri chahatoon kay silsalaye
Jo tera sang na milta mujhy,
Tu pher jena mera muhal tha.
Shabeeb Hashmi
kachi umer mein jajbaat the
kachi umer mein umeed
kachi umer mein khaab the
kachi umer mein dil khush rehta tha
kachi umer mein chehra hasta
kachi umer mein dunian khoobsurat thi
kachi umer mein josh
kachi umer mein zindagi zindagi lagti thi
kachi umer mein rishte khoobsurat
kachi umer mein sari dunia apni lgti thi
kachi umer mein rossein the
kachi umer pe pyar
kachi umer mein ishq ho gyea
kachi umer mein ishq ki pyas thi
kachi umer mein ishq mein har sans thi
kachi umer mein chaand chaand ni mehboob ka chehra tha
kachi umer mein sapno jaisi dunia thi bekhabar haqikat se pare.. .dunian dari se na kabi dare....
kachi umer mein dost dosty ka ehsas dete the
jaise hi umer dalne lgi jajbaat kya hai har dhadkan samjhne lgi
jaise hi umer pakne lgi har sans main ni aaugi kehne lgi
jaise hi umer sal gujar gai harpal har ehsas zindagi haar gai
jaise hi din raat chhut te gaye har jajbaat dhere dhere tut te gaye
jaise hi raatein kat ti gai.....har pyar ki ghadi nafrat mein batt ti gai...
jaise log naye milte gaye har rishte alvidah kehte gaye.
jaise hi ishq mein padte gaye..dard se gujarte gaye
jaise hi ishq mein gujarte gaye.ankh se aashoon behte gaye
jaise hi pyar ke chehre dikhte gaye ishq ke jajbaat sare mit te gaye
jaise hi hum badte gaye waise khudki awaj sun na chhodte gaye
jaise hi dard badte gaye hum dunian se alag hote gaye
khudko bhoolte gaye jajbaat mitate gaye
jhutha mutha hsate gaye
khali khali ho gai zindagi eskadar din raat gujarte gaye
dard se badta gyea sine mein dil
dardse badti gai jine mein tadap
kash abh sochte hai hum ishq na kerte
hum mohabbat na kerte
na tutte itna na ehsas chut te itna
kash jee sakte auroo ki tarah
kash jee sakte dil se
har ehsas se
har jajbaat se
har khaab se
har umeed se
har arjoo se
har khushi se
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de,
Khwahise mohabbat to tere dil me b h,
Dar h k tu ise kahi badal na de.
Majboor h mera dil apni aadto se,
Tujhe dekh har baar fishalta h,
Tu dur rah meri nazro se,
zra iss dil ko to sambhalne de.
Ishqe izaazat dil ko hamne naa di,
ye to teri adaaon ka maara h,
Tere pyar me mere bahke kadam,
Aur mera dil bechara h,
Sambhal leta iss dil ko,
phr socha thora tere pyar me ise jalne de.
Nazro ne dekha aur ho gai mujhse pyar ki khata,
Zra in nazro ko inke khata ki sza to Milne de.
Dil ka kya kasoor tha jb tumse nazre mili,
Dil toota kai baar, jb szaae mohabbat mili,
Rok leta dil ko apne,
phr socha zraa mohabbat me iss dil ko pighalne de.
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de.
It bloats me out and makes me wheeze;
I have an allergy to cheese
Which makes it hard to find a mate
For reasons I shall now relate.
A simple sniff of curds and whey
Provokes an itchy rash display.
So cheesaholics need to know
That for my sake, the cheese must go!
This ultimatum has a flaw
For cheese exerts a pungent draw.
So far, I’ve lost my sweet Viola
To a tasty ‘Gorgonzola’.
Then sweet Suzanne from ‘gai Paris’ *
Preferred a mild and creamy ‘Brie’.
And as for fit and feisty Hedda;
She deserted me for ‘Cheddar’.
All dreams that Kate would see it through
Were melted by a cheese fondue,
And hopes were shattered too when Claire
Would not forsake her smooth gruyère.
The list is long – they came and went
Preferring taste to sentiment.
And even ‘Stinking Bishop’ won
The heart of Rose : I felt outdone!
But now at last, I’ve found my match;
A truly ‘made-in-heaven’ catch.
It’s serious! I’m on my knees!
She’s vegan and averse to cheese!
* ( French pronunciation'Paree')
12/11/18
'Write a poem about cheese contest' : Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings
God, the Lord, reigns* graciously omnipotent
Offering willingly His compassion-wealth
Directing hearts toward His joyous peace…
Redeemer of souls, granting life eternal
Empowering salvation of assurance-echo
Illumining minds against falsity’s blur
Guarding with truths, biblically sound
Nurturing faith against doubt-sink
Satisfying spirits upon contentment gain…
Forever, the Almighty prevails, loving us so
Opening to us heaven along blessings’ flow
Restoring our lives with forgiveness bliss…
Enabling faithful stewardship of trust-climb
Verily upholding us by His omniscience
Everlasting is His might, securing all of His…
Resting in His grace, we thank Him Who knows best.
*Revelation 19:6 … Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
June 3, 2020
This is the very first time that I wrote a "genuine double acrostic" with the first and last letters of each line forming an acrostic.
2nd place, "Try a New Style..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/15/2020.
Roses are red
Blacks are white
if Hispanics want to fight
They'll bring a knife
specified such so as to issue a rhyme,
but proceed as this scribe
doth git linkedin with the cutting crew
yet not the least whirlwind will offset
my b52 Hair style,
or hirsute shellacked beehive type do
no matter from what literary website,
an unsuspecting reader will accidentally
stumble upon a ewe
fo' mystic impression
wilt ache shape about myself
some accurate ledge gin dairy horsesense
about me will ensue,
especially if I sheepishly admitted,
this beastie boy iz a genuine foo
fighter toward this former
stone temple pilot, wildly whizzing,
gurgling in age inappropriate burbling,
dribbling, flickr ring for a goo goo
doll to dare buffer end me, hub bee of piggish,
ham handed, bay kin a poetic slop hoo
might at this juncture succinctly cease reading
prior to putting finishing touches on ma igloo
when the remaining portion of this dippily goofy,
slippery when whet, trippy treacle G.I. Jew
who would, more aptly
coon sitter himself hub
horn hug ken atheist, boot knew
not a whit about Judaism,
nor any other belief paradigm,
yet does get fixated (usually in the loo)
about philosophical ideas,
which yet to be revealed
abstract notion came to me
while enjoying a plateful of moo
goo gai pan, plus other Chinese food
(a favorite cuisine),
now aye will try to new
dill back to the initial pretext
found me drawing blanks
(no not shooting) – ooh
aah, this theme within guttersnipe noggin
more difficult to codify than one whiz
constipated and try'n might damn hard tip poo
anyway, the general premise alighted, and fired
mine gray matter cause a major cerebrum jam up
with sudden crackling star bursts forced
mere soch de dayre dur tak
udd de aasmana de patang
utein
main turdi turdi beth jama
hanere pean jado tikhein
dora katdian jandian ne roj
ganda pendian
badal dian hawama vich
uchian udarian na sehndian
palka bhejia bhew den dil
dian eshama nu
ni main mar mar thak gai
awaja bhedea kama nu
o na behnde vehde mere
dabai jandi andhro andhri
apnian duama nu
mere soch de .....
Je m’adresse au mystère du temps,
Es-tu mon ennemi ou mon meilleur ami? Je n’ai jamais réalisé avant ce moment que les enfants n’ont pas de conflit avec toi. On n’entend jamais un enfant se plaindre qu’il n’a pas suffisamment de temps. C’est donc évident que c’est l’Adulte en moi qui a tous les problèmes.
Je me demande d’où vient la notion que 24 heures ne me sont pas suffisantes et que j’ai le droit de me sentir ingrate. J’ai tenté à plusieurs reprises à m’établir des objectifs, des priorités, des suivis. J’ai toujours mieux réussi avec la partie À FAIRE, mais moins bien avec la partie pour célébrer mes réalisations ou même d’en faire le bilan. Ce n’a pas toujours été gai entre nous deux. C’était plutôt à sens unique et toujours travailler travailler travailler. Rarement jouer.
C’est le temps de faire la paix avec toi. Je ne peux pas vivre le reste des jours fâchée contre toi ou continuellement à me sentir inadéquate.
Ces jours-ci je pense à ce que je laisserai derrière moi, mon patrimoine. mon héritage. C’est évidemment un projet massif que je veux entreprendre avec des blocs et des piliers. J’aimerais donc devenir amis afin de travailler en équipe.
Je pourrais peut-être commencer chaque journée en acceptant que, si tout va bien, j’aurai 24 heures comme tout le monde. Qu’est-ce que je veux accomplir durant ces heures et qu’est-ce qui peut attendre à demain, si Dieu le veut.
Je suis bien contente d’avoir eu notre discussion.
Translated from my poem LETTER TO TIME
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Allah bachay razia ke jaan
Razia gundon me phas gai.
ki likha aj likhan nu koi kalam
nai
mili
ek mili c ,
rishtea nal bhri hoi
per
usnl menu likhna nai aayea
mai koshish kiti likhan di
per
nai hoyea metho usnal dil di
likhai likhan da homework.
ki dasa keme chaldi c,
meri lyf di lakeera te o
apni shaap chad gai .
mai bohat koshish kiti mitaan
di
per
o eni pakki c shahi k mitaan
te apna nishan chad gai
ki dsa tenu ki hall ho gayea
mra
usnu chlaundi chlaundi ...
o kalam nai, kuj hor c
shyad
jo menu hasna bhula gai
mai koshish kiti samjhan di
ki c o ??
per
samjh na pai bhed ohda
meri zindagi vich ahun da
meri zindagi vich ahun
da..............
You say you're leaving me now?
This cannot be! Why? How?
I cannot say goodbye.
Tell me what you want from me.
I'll be what you want me to be.
Give me one more try.
Still, you walk out of the door?
For time to grieve, I implore.
I need time to cry.
Now, I have things to do.
It was so nice knowing you.
Shikata na gai.
zindgi ko pankh lagakr
na jane tu kaha udh gai....
asmaan ko manzil batakr
na jane tu kaha mudh gai...
waqt to chalta raha pr
na jane tu kaha tham gai....
Tun nay aisa laund diya
Meri fat gai meray piya.
Menu ishq da roog lagya
Meri izzat lag gai Loray...