Best Kab Poems


Shab-E-Intezaar

Ghum-e-aarzoo dil se, kabhi to rukhsat hogi
Kabhi to sahar hoga, shab-e-intezaar guzaregi |

Palkon me jiske, simat ti ho ghataein
Saawan pe bhi uska hi, ikhtiyaar hoga |
Kab tak rahe viraan, dil-e-anjuman aakhir
Kabhi to bahar chupke se, is or bhi badhegi ||

Guzarte waqt ke saye, kuch bechainiyan hongi
Betaab dhadkano ko, mera intezaar hoga |
Kab tak khafaa rahegi, wo shokh nazar aakhir
Kabhi to dast-e-dil se, shabaa pyar ki uthegi  ||

Is umeed par chale, har sham meri sansein
Kal ke ujale shaayad, milne ki ghadi hogi |
Andhere me ghira main, sochta hoon ye har waqt
Hogi raat ye badi, ya meri umra badi hogi ||
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Vo Thandi Hawa

Vo thandi sarsarati hawa
Mujhe kuch keh ke chali gayi 
Ranj-o-gam ki syahi me lipti
Kuch panne zindagi ke bhar gayi

Panne jab palat ke dekhe 
To ek kahani simti dikhi
Na jane kab se dhool me padi thi 
Kisi ke jeevan ki rubai mitati chali gayi

Kayi saal ho gaye uss sehar ko guzre hue
Ab to door tak vo hawa fir dikhti nahi
Meri zindagi ke vo panne jo usne bhare the
Unme jhakti meri rooh bhi marti rahi

Na jane vo hawa kya kehna chahti thi 
Uski parchai bhi sirf yadon ko naseeb thi
Raton me bhi uska hi khayal ata he
Hum samajhte rahe aur vo udti chali gayi

Jab Teri Qabr Se Guzarta Hoon

Woh chale bhi gaye to kia hua
Mein unhein roz yaad karta hoon

Dil mein rehta he bus khayal unka
Un hee kee dhun mein jeeta marta hoon


Kon hoon mein? samajh na paya kabhi
Khoj mein kion Khuda kee
rehta hoon?


Loag kuch aur hee samajhte hein
Soach per unki aahein bharta hoon.


Sochta hoon ke mein bhi mar jata
Jab teri qabr se guzarta hoon


Teri ruswaee ka he khauf
mujhe
Warna mein kab kisi se darta hoon?


Tanhaayi

Sulagti si tanhaayi
Rooh fir se Ghabraayi

Beete Hue Din
Fir Aankh Bhar Aayi

Khamosh Sa Dil
Kuch Na Kah Paayi

Mausam Sa Badan
Naa Jagi Na So Payi

Dheron Hain Iljaam
Kab Hogi ye Sunwaayi

Samandar Hain Magar
Maut Ne hi Pyaas Bhujaayi

Kaash Tu Hota
Ufff Mohabbat ki Gehraayi
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Befikari

Ye zindagi bhi bekhauf si thi,
Befikr har lamha tha
Na ranjish ka ilm
Na justaju ka zikr
Har khata mukarrar thi
Na koi tasauf,
Na haar jeet ka fikr
Har hasrat mukamal thi
Ye befikri us cigar ki dhuye si kahin kho si gyi,
Jis pal ye befikr nafs begairat ban gyi.
Khud se khusi bekhudi ho gyi
Har justaju adhuri reh gyi
Wo khilone se khelta jism,
Na jane kab zindagi ki hatho ki kathputli ho gyi.
Wo masumiyat ayyari ho gyi
Na jane kab wo befikri mazi ho gyi
Zindagi ki ek qayam thi
Wo befikri har khata ki javaz thi
Har asq ki palako se lipat si gyi
Har Tabassum in labo per simat si gyi
Zindagi ki jaruraten khwahisho se bhi khas ban gyi,
Waqt ki chahat me ye befikr nafs bhi zinda lash ban gyi.
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What the Carpet Knows

I see what's underneath ladies' skirts; their plump underpinnings and roundness.

I feel shoes scrape across my surface, the feel of a broom and the bold suck of a vacuum

Each piece of me becomes a bit tattered over the days and piece-worn over the years.

Those who made me wove in color and particles of their life; skin from their fingers linger.

The colors made them exclaim, "How bright the room looks. It's like a picture!"

I've felt writhing, passionate bodies roll onto me when there was no couch, and seen what others would not dare to think. If someone asked me, “Who?” I would lie.

I am filled with life, taken for granted and finally wadded up and thrown into a large trash bin

All my memories buried, gone. If they only knew.

But I'll I can do is lie.

KAB 3/12/11


Akasar

Akasar

Akasar mai ese khayal 
mai duoba rhata hu ki kab 
hogi apni mulakat jewaan 
ki douba mai payal ki awaz 
mai mehndi key rang mai 
akasar douba rhta hoon
 suney awaz tumhari jesey suni 
raat key timtimatey tare ki 
rhoshi mai odey chadar tanhai ka..
... Akasar mai rho leyta hoon
 leykar dard zudai ka... 


With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Peaces

Sone ka too qatara dhoondhe
Kab tab usako chalaega
Pahaad khodakar jeene vaala
Khud Heera ban jaayega

Dariya kee apanee pahachaan
Ek boond se banata jahaan
Sooraj kee roshanee paakar
Chaand kitana jagamagaega

Sone ka too qatara dhoondhe
Kab tab usako chalaega

Intjar

INTJAR
hum kisi ke pyar me intjar karte chale gaye
intjar karte -karte thak gayi aakhe humari
umar kab nikal gayi,pta n chala hume
baad me pta chala , jiska intjar kiya humne
wo to ek bachche ka baap hi ban gya
                   (sangita choudhary)

Brave your own battle, O Draupadi - 3

Take to arms, who will come ye to save?
What hope from face-less faces ye have?
Never plead, nor for them ever rave,
From shameless what succour can ye crave?
Take to arms, none will come ye to save.    
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Translation |06.09.2024| women, world
Poet’s note: This is third in the three-piece series on the theme. The incidence is taken from Mahabharata during Draupadi’s vastra-haran, disrobing. All the elderly so-called keepers of dharma keep quiet in the name of righteous action under the circumstances.  The original in Gujarati as transliterated (in PS-acceptable way) is as under:

Suno Daraupadi, shastra uthaalo, ab naa Givind aayenge,
Kab tak aas lagaaohi tum bike hue akhabaaro se,
Kaisee rakshaa maang rahi ho Duhshaasaan darbaaro se?
Svayam jo lajjaa heen pade hai vo kyaa laaj bachaayenge!
Suno Daraupadi, shastra uthaalo, ab naa Givind aayenge.   
                                                          - Pushyamitra Upadhyay

Bhai Log

Zafar Bhai Fire kab marwao gay?
Nashai Wehmi bool kar Drug inj
Kab Lagwao Gay??????????????
Note.You are a two faced penny..

Tip Top Gentleman

Tip Top Gentleman 

 Eve of drama fun of mine 
Laugh of fragrance smash 
Of tomatoes in a glass of ....

Candy spices of horizon change 
orange to white casu 
Nuts 

In a shadow night my heart is 
Calling you loandiyo Kab tak 
goom naam basti Mai diya jalogi 

Today or tomorrow like the seconds past while even passing on writing this my feelings are crazy for your 
Beauty of eyes which 
Stares at me on the screen 

Shall you like to teach 
Tip Top Gentleman 
How to tease while 
I dance in our memories 
You're so far like you're 
As near as i....... Love you 


With love all 
Jagdish Bajantri

Supressed Feelings

Dard is dil ki
Koi samjhta nhi.
Jisne samjha 
Usne galat hi samjha.
Hum ustaad chhupane me
aur log batangad banane me.
 
Jitna dabaya
Usse jyada bahar Aya.
Ashun ko v bht chhupaya
Kavi ruk jata tha
Kavi beh jata tha
Koi dekh lega uska v dar laga rehta tha.
Ro kar ankh sujha liya
Subah uthi to Aina dekh liya 
Ki kese chhupaun ab isse 
Koi upay v nhi tha wese.
To jise dekh na tha wo dekh liya
Use jo v samjh na tha wo samjh liya.
Socha tha mene koi puchhega
Jo Dil tham ke sunega.
Bataungi wo sab kuchh 
Jo mujhe achha nhi lagta
Jo mujhe dard deta 
Per kisi ne v nhi puchha.
Chid gayi hun iss se
Mukti chahti hun 
Kuchh pal ki pyar aur khusi chahti hun tumse.
Kavi to gale lagao
Thoda pyar apna dikhayo
Thodi mithi boli sunao
Kab se intezar kar rahi hun .




English verse of the poem.


No one understands my pain
.one who listened he understood none.
i am good at hiding my feelings and people good at make ahill out of a mole

. The more you supress, the more it hurt

Sometimes i hide my tears and sometimes i cant.

I have fear if someone watches though my tears falling from my eyes. 
When crying for whole night swelling my eyes but am unable to face the mirror as i can see my feelings infront me.

Some noticed though and they thought it there own way.
  I thought that someone would ask who would listen to Dil Tham.


 I thought they will understand me so ican share my feelings with them but no one asked.


 I am a girl I want freedom from this
, I want the love and happiness of a few friends

. Let the poet show you some love,
 listen to some words, 
you are waiting for a long time.

Identity Crisis

Kab tak indian european numbron par accounts chalao gay?
Kab tak sada awam ko bay waqoof banao gay?????????????
Note.Zafar Khan is playing main role in identity crisis...????
Moral.DG FIA & DG IB are cooperating with DON........?????

How long dwell on should I

On fruitless life how long dwell on should I?
On needless strife how long dwell on should I?

Let me salute my foe’s fairest friendship,
On faults and gripe how long dwell on should I?

That far off dweller we fail to follow,
His irks so rife-- how long dwell on should I?

On her dreams to flower that have faded--
On bud not ripe how long dwell on should I?

Despite my lifelong love who twirls her face,
On such a wife how long dwell on should I?
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Ghazal |03.07.2025| life, heartbroken 
A ghazal fashioned on one in Gujarati by Harsh Brahmabhatt-- nakam zindagi pe socha karenge kab tak.

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