Shayari bunne waali zubaan,
Ab formulas ratte hain.
Kaagazon mein apna dil behlaane waale haath,
Ab projects likhte hain.
Jo dill azzad udd, kitaabe likhte the,
Aaj wahi kitaabon ke bojh tale dabe hain.
Jo aankhein sapne dekhna ko bane the,
Ab raat raat undekhe sapnon ke liye jaagte hain.
Jo pair duniyaa dekhne ko taraste the,
Ab classes se tuitions tak ke chakkar kaantein hain.
Fankaar toh kayi aaye aur chale gaye
Kayi sayariyaan suni unsuni reh gayi
Kayi kahaaniyan kahi unkahi reh gayu
Kayi gaane apni awaaj tak naa dhoond paaye.
Kuch samaajh ke bojh tale dab gaye
Kuch kitaabon ke bojh tale.
Par bhala kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare,
Akhir...
"Sharma ji ke bete ko 98% aaye hain"
Bas yuhi sapne dab gaye
Yuhi zindagiyaan katt gayi.
Kayi baatein unkahi reh gayi
Kayi sapne undekhe reh gaye.
Sarkaari naukari ka zamana hain sahab,
Yaha dil ki baatein nahi, dil ka ilaaj hota hain.
Amirron ka zamana hain, meri jaan,
Yaha sapnon ke peeche nahi bhaagte,
sapne khareede jaate hain.
Bhalaa kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare
Dubbed "The Prince Motown." Late, great soul singer Marvin Gaye
Brought "Sexual Healing." His star shone as bright as a noon sunray.
In song asked "What's going on?": life cut short by estranged father.
Hit-making behemoth, he'd be even bigger had his career gone farther.
Jo Dil Me Hai Unhe Dil Me Hi Rehne Diya Jaaye To Zahoor Hai.
"Jo dil mein hain unhein dil mein hi rehne diya jaaye toh
Zahoor hai.
Dil se aage gaye toh fasaad hi hona hai.
Jo kehna hai, ishaaron mein kaho,
Zubaan khuli toh, malaal hi hona hai.
Dil mein hai woh aapke,
Toh dil mein hi rakhiyen na, yun baat aage badhaakar
Bawaal hi hona hai".
Gham-e-Ishq Mein Haara Hua Panchhi
Main apnon ka maara hua panchhi
Raahay manzil ka pata aik shikari se pooch ke
Main aik naye pinjray mein phansaya hua panchhi
Meri hurmat ka imtihan hai, aur daanay hain kam
Main maalik ka sataya hua panchhi
Chaar din ki hai zindagi, teen guzar gaye pinjray mein
Main apni taqdeer ka rulaya hua panchhi
Chehchahane se main thaka nahi, lekin chup hoon
Zang alood salakhon mein chhupaya hua panchhi
Dhoop aur barish mein dekh leta hoon aksar
Main neend se bedaar karaya hua panchhi
Lagta hai umr poori ho gayi shayad
Main pinjray se bahar uraya hua panchhi
Thandi hawa aur burhapa mera
Main aik shaakh pe baitha murjhaya hua panchhi
Toofaan hai zyada, na ghar hai koi
Main doosray panchhiyon ka khaya hua panchhi
Ye bijli ki taar hai, oonchi mehfooz bhi
Main har maut mara maraya hua panchhi
Guzar ta nahi ye shaam-e-gham
Zindagi ke dukhon ka hai peham sitam
Qadam qadam par thakan ka pehra
Himaton ke chiragh bhi ho gaye madhham
Musaafir hoon raahon ka jin ko khabar
Manzilon ka saraab hai, dil ka maatam
Khawab jo bune the, reza reza huye
Haath khaali rahe, na raha koi dum
Sawaal ye hai, aye falak-e-jafa
Kitna aur sehna hai, bata ye sanam
Guzar jaye ye shaam-e-gham kisi tarah
Warna raah mein bikhar jayein hum
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
way before the modern malaise,
those family favourite, radio days,
Swinging Blue Jeans, Johnny Ray,
Martha Reeves and Marvin Gaye,
those sentimental songs they played.
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
without plastic meals from trays,
those salad days of mayonnaise,
with fablon coated, hollandaise,
and chicken roasted, lyonnaise,
experimental honey glaze.
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
mum singing songs of praise,
inside that gravy, misted haze,
where memories are still replayed,
Cilla Black to Doby Gray,
the soundtrack of our yesterdays.
U gujarna ab raaste pe badla badla sa lagta hai
Wo najariyan logo ka ab kuch kehta hua rahta hai
Pata nahi kuy ab rishtedar ijjat dene lage hai
Wo dost jo yaad tak nahi krte the aaj haal samachar aur sahuliat puchne lage hai
Wo karibi jo pata nahi kharab waqt me lupt ho gaye the aaj fir karib ho gaye hai
Wo samaaj jo haste the pata nahi ab haskar dusro ki baatein karne lag gaye hai!!
Karwa sach yah hai ki in sabke badlaav ke piche hai wah chij jise log kai nam se pukarte hai
Kabhi wah dhan, to kabhi paisa, to kabhi rupaye, kabhi sampati to kabhi daulat se jante hai
Naya rang aaya zindagi mein jab se maal-o-daulat mili
Har chera muskurata hai, har aankh lage hai mili-juli!!
Par socho zara, jo apno se juda ho gaye the kabhi
Woh kya sach mein apne hain ya sirf banaye hue sabhi
Samay ka chakkar aisa hai, kal jo tha woh kal nahi
Dhan ka mooh kala hai, pyar se badi koi pal nahi!!
Karwa sach to yah v hai janab, bhago aap is ke piche
Par dekhna kahi apne na chut jaye aur kuch atut riste na tut jaye
Rishton ki jamapunji ko hatho se sareaam kar do
Khudgarz duniya ke najar mein apno ko anjaan kar do!!
Ballet Unanwsered.........
(Ruaumoko Remix)
Had the nerve to wear this
yes I grunt cause
I'm amazed
got me striking up conversations
leaving me wondering
Like I'm in a daze
makes me think bout
what her man
was thinking
Letting moozy round
dressed that way
aint no shame in
what I'm
Thinking
try to get that woman
to look my way
you my everything
my all and all
got her phone number
waited for her to call
we making plans
to get it on
told me to
download
all my favorite songs
got sum New edition
some Marvin Gaye
let "live rock us away
aint no sunshine when she gone
she's Insacable
she the Only One
Woman I wonder
where your Man
could be
just tonight
you'll be with me
try to get it
so we can part as friends
cause when other find out
where and wiff who I'd
been
they'll start that comparsion Sh$t
say I can get that
if he could get it
than we be
in brawls and spats
learned to let it go
keep it where it's at
I aint jivein on this
said I...
I aint Jivin on this!
The thing he calls heart
Man’s for long lost beyond trace
For lifelong to part.
What heaves in his hollow case
Keeps him alive, runs dead cart.
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Gulzaar | 02.04.2023 | Tanka
Poet’s note: Translation, from my collection of lyricist Gulzar’s short shires.
Woh cheez jise Dil kahate hain¸
Ham bhul gaye hain Rakh kar kahin
I am John F. Kennedy as
President.
I am a civil right activist
100 percent.
I am Woodstock rock n
Roll festival.
I am the first man on the moon
Unforgettable.
I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes
Of fame.
I am Martin Luther King shot
Down in flames.
I am President Kennedy gets
Assassinated.
I am the Cuba missile crisis
Activated.
I am Walmart opens it's
Door.
I am we enter Vietnam
War.
I am the Beatles I want to
Hold your hand.
I am discrimination spreads
Through the land.
I am the NFL's first Super
Bowl.
I am Ceasar Chavez reaching
His goal.
I am the Peace Corp
Uncovered.
I am Miranda rights
Discovered.
I am Motown records
With Shop around.
I am the Beach Boys
With a surf sound.
I am at the Apollo with
Marvin Gaye.
I am Del Shannon singing
Runaway.
I am a hit with, Please
Mr. Postman.
I am Sgt Pepper's lonely
Heart club band.
TURBO1904
Anida Mann & Baron Ready
April Showers & Wade Rivers
Bertha Saylor & Abel Crews
Bunny Bunns & Wilt Dailey
Burl E Pecker & Phyllis Upman
Candy Cane & Hedon Succor
Chastity B. Lowe & Noah Hoare
Crystal Clear & Robin Blind
Demi Tasse & Felix Ottic
Emery Board & Harry Burns
Fanny B Hind & Gopher Broke
Gaye B Hind & Ben Dover
Helen Highwater & Goliath Yonder
Iona Studd & Frank Lee Smutt
Ivy Nurse & Levi Tate
Judy Light & Christian Dark
Kitty Purring & Lyon Bastard
Libby Doe & Ida Wannamaker
Lily White & Cole Black
Lucy Furr & Gene Splicer
Master Bader & Linda Hand
Minnie Crumbs & Graham Krakurs
Mona Lott & Val A Parker
Nona Fleet & Barret Awl
Ophelia Balls & Les de Witt
Penny Pincher & August Spender
Peter Fountain & Neva Swallow
Querida Quaker & Axel Greece
Randy Longfellow & May B. Knott
Sandy Beech & Rip Tyde
Tim Burr & Betty Falls
Uma Sermon & Caesar Bush
Venus de Flower & Jerry Attric
Wanda Liquor & Hugo Furst
Willow Whisper & Neil Down
Winona Bett & Willfred Harden
Xina Rating & Tanner Hyde
Yvonne Adam & Rock N Eden
Zinnia Flowers & Owen Breeders
Paige Turner & Justin Thyme
I remembered sex and it resurrected Marvin Gaye
And I thought this a little fair a little unfair
But this let us leave for my red question for you,
Quite solid and rather out of the blue:
About the completely overmastered by love,
Soon breathless at some bridal shop for the innocent Dove
And it just as soon yielded An Officiating Priest
And its breathless screaming feast;
For six blissful hours never ceased…
Now, should The Joined that day start exchanging fire
And all night try to never tire,
Making grinding emotions of the raw
A Gulf-War-Recreating War…
Love I should your honest spiritual feeling
If ur be a bit spiced with Gaye’s Sexual Healing.
Bheed me kyu chale jaaye
Bakriyo ki jaat thodi hai
Sab bakre ban gaye hai
Hum wo jamaat thodi hai
~adilshahbadegha
How can you treat me so evil. Believe me when I say this earth is lethal. In all his glory he made this world but you tore down a loving soul. More then gold I was worth to you and yet you wanted a pleasure fool. I shed my deepest concerns that I pray that you don’t perish and pridefully burn. You were someone who was special to me. I tried to make us work and help you see. God has the last say that his righteous judge will have its way. God Bless everyone and repent for the kingdom of God is at hand!
Listen to this song by Marvin Gaye
It’s too late on youtube
https://youtu.be/ab3YPDwYBHs
J-ust
E-xperience
L-itterateur's
A-nnual
N-ote
E-njoying
G-reetings
A-s
Y-ou
E-xcitedly
C-omprehend
H-is
U-plifting
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Jelane Gaye E. Chua (March 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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