Best Hote Poems
An instant Hindi Song with its English Version for Poetry Soup friends.
Hindi Lines in Roman English
"yoon to roj, baadal
bahut se aate hain
kabhee ud kar ye
kabhee yu heen chale jaate hain
kabhee barasate hain
saghan megh ban, kar ye
kabhee rang aur khusaboo se,
bikhar jaate hain.
Simate hote hain, inamen
teree bheenee see khusaboo ke
suhaane jhonke bhee
jo havaon ko bhee,
is fiza kee
mahaka jaate hain
par aate hain jab bhee
ye suhaane baadal
meree aankhon ko
nam karake jaate hain."
Song Lines in English
Every day, these clouds come and
They come in abundance,
Sometimes, they come flying and
they just go away,
Sometimes these clouds come
to shower their heavy rains,
But sometimes they spread only
Their fragrance and colours.
These clouds also contains
The gushes of your sweet pleasing fragrance,
Which diffuse the entire atmosphere
By the beauty of that mild aroma,
Which hangs everywhere.
Whenever
These beautiful clouds come
They fill my eyes
With some tears also.
Ravindra K Kapoor
14th Oct. 2019
This Instant song was written on 12th Oct, 2019 inspired by a colorful cloud photo I saw in face book.
face book URL-
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2627095467341085&set=a.114474218603235&type=3&theater
Poet of Perkiomen Valley
discovered aforementioned titled poem
about thirty months ago he wrote
impossible mission critters to smote
chronic issue yours truly does note
years later meaning today
April 19th, 2022
necessitated we allow, enable
and provide welcome to exterminator
actually management did hote
(obsolete) To command; to enjoin
hazard upon body, mind and spirit,
thus ridding apartment b44
visited by said swarming insects,
his expertise sought to mitigate
courtesy applying insecticide.
Insects created dark shadows
analogous brought outer limits
of twilight zone
resembling edge of night
in truth our one bedroom apartment
at that earlier date
affected, encroached, and outsmarted
by massive infestation of
Drosophila melanogaster light
weight winged worst
pests to eradicate
(scientific name regarding
winged flitting nuisance ignite
mentioned in title) besieged,
inundated, and thickly swarm.
dost primp and pretty
fie themselves (to
attract a witty
mate) during their
40 to 50 days city,
or suburban life
cycle long enough
to qualify for this
quickly written ditty
seemingly overnight
a bajillion biz zee
buzzing adults (each
about 1/8 inch long see
their world wide web,
thru at least one
unusual red eye,
which compound eye
of the fruit fly
contains 760 unit
eyes or ommatidia, well nigh
hapt tubby one of the most
advanced among insects,
where Google search
for home remedies aye
didst find to exterminate
these teeny weeny pests,
plus informational pursuit my
instantaneous curiosity yielded
above mentioned
esoteric tidbits,
sans accidentally disc
covered helpful good riddance
material of household ingredients
restraining me to breathe sigh
of dollop, and hope to try
one or more solutions,
which informed
this amateur entomologist -
listed forthright as:
1. Create a trap by mixing
apple cider vinegar
with a few drops of dish soap.
2. Another homemade trap is to
pour leftover red wine into a jar.
3. Mash up banana slices in a jar, and
cover top with a plastic wrap.
4. Pour bleach solution
into bathroom sink.
5. Detonate atomic explosives
as a last resort.
How I wish I can reach the sky
Bringing down the clouds to shield you from storms up high
How I wish I can reach the stars at night
Bringing light in your darkest night
How I wish I can bring a torch in every site
Litting the lives of those who need might...
If I can smoothen the coarse and dusty grounds
I will pave them all with my rough, dirty hands
If I can flatten each and every mountain
I will dig a hole to bring out a love fountain
From there all people can drink and wish
All good things... no hate, no leash
How I wish I can send a note
To everyone in this world without a hote
Thanking all of you for your warm thoughts that whish
You'll always be remembered in my dreamed swish
How I wish...
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
raah-e-amn mein akshar khaaiyaan banaate hain
pyaar karne waalon mein dooriyaan banaate hain
aao ham gale milkar maat den siyaasat ko
jo bhi faasle apne darmiyaan banaate hain
zaalimon bhala kaise tum hamein ujaadoge
ham to vo hain jo dil mein bastiyaan banaate hain
haq bayaan karne se ham kabhi nahin darte
gaur se ye sun len jo bediyaan banaate hain
pur-sukoon hote hain khoo se tar-b-tar karke
hamko qatl kar ke vo surkhiyaan banaate hain
unko ye khabar kar do sach ka paasbaan hai rab
jo charaagh kii khaatir aandhiyaan banaate hain
door rahte dekha hai ilm unke bachchon se
muddaton se walid jo takhtiyan banaate hain
fazl-e-rab se hi unka raasta nahin rukta
doosron kii khaatir jo seedhiyaan banaate hain
Just a few days in, college felt new,
Chilling in the canteen with my unusual crew.
I saw a guy feeding pups with care,
And told my friend, “Yaar, ese bhi log hote hai.. it's rare!”
He was just another face,
A guy with a gentle grace.
We laughed it off and moved on from the scene,
Not knowing what that moment would mean.
No scolding, no drama, just quiet grace,
Feeding stray dogs in a busy place.
Though he’s a student, just being kind,
But fate had a plot twist well designed
Then came class, and what a twist,
That same guy walked in with an attendance list!
We stared in shock, couldn't believe our eyes,
That “canteen guy” was a sir in disguise.
Later lectures went on, respect only grew,
He was chill, smart, and funny too.
Concepts got clearer, doubts disappeared,
He taught from the heart and nothing was feared.
But as days passed, we came to see,
How chill and wise a teacher can be.
His lessons were fun, his humor just right,
He made dull topics feel so light.
With every class, the bond got strong,
His support stayed constant all along.
Through ups and downs, he stood by my side,
A mentor, a guide, and a source of pride.
Not every teacher leaves such a mark,
Lighting a student’s path when it’s dark.
Lucky I am, that our paths did meet,
With a teacher so kind, humble, and sweet.