Basically I am making a sundae
out of my vajina hahahahahaha.
Yeah, this is the normal recipe..
We need to spice up things Don.
(kithay masala ghat kithay bohta)
Note.Suk Suk Suk sehnil Kohleen.
Categories:
ghat, abuse, anger, evil, fire,
Form: Imagism
Sta soda qutab minaar
Gat size ready tayar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Dair ghat mota hathyar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Mata honey moon pkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Please yao franchise darkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar..
Categories:
ghat, irony, metaphor, pashto, passion,
Form: Rhyme
The grace of the silence, the trace of the moon is,
The flames of the soul , shows what a ruin is.
On the threshold of heart , where the treasure resides,
There in aromatic air blow , in which infant dreams glide,
Free, clueless of outside world, seems in only ghat of world,
Not knowing they will be throttled if they not cost gold,
Not the rain outpours and dream contrast with profession,
Now the dream began to diminish , as the setting sun,
For reprieve the mind asked heart - what a ruin is?
Heart smiled and said-"traces of tears on the cheak of eternity.
Categories:
ghat, 8th grade, dream, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Ghat road made me vomit .
My husband said damn it.
MY daughter said stop it.
Categories:
ghat, funny,
Form: Haiku
Even if the clouds give you darkness
Always know that the sun shines above
Giving hope and desire to live
Don't let those moments make you leave your dreams
It's always a step a day
Don't break your leg ghat early
The wind blows dust in your eyes
Know that it's temporary. It ain't meant to last
U'll only close your eyes for a moment
Life is like that, don't stress yourself
As it passes you'll wipe your eyes again
Wanting to see what lies in-front of you
The pain we pass through is meant to open our eyes
No joy lasts in this world without pain
It's ironical that most jokes come from pain
Hope you see what I listen to
Learn to treat all, none is greater than the other
Who you hate today might be the person U'll love tomorrow
Categories:
ghat, deep, inspiration, journey, life,
Form: Lyric
last journey---
dead bodies draped in white
waiting in a queue
*Scene from a burning ghat (crematorium)
Categories:
ghat, death, sad,
Form: Haiku
Chanting of hymns
filling this sweet evening air
chanting of hymns
takes me nearer to God it seems
I pray to God with my heart bare
relishing each moment so rare
chanting of hymns.
Wick lamps floating
on the sacred Ganges river
wick lamps floating
with wishes of people praying
in evening breeze flames quiver
and chanting of hymns filling air
wick lamps floating.
© kashinath karmakar 2012
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Placement: 1st; (Feb. 2012)
contest:Alphabets of Rondelet
word chosen:Chant
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud.
*an evening scene at Har ki pauri
ghat,Haridwar,India.Google it to know more.
Categories:
ghat, upliftinggod, god,
Form: Verse
When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.
Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.
And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning in incubators.
Blasts devouring the eyes,
ears and noses.
But the dredging will continue.
Irrespective of ocean of death
leaping to fragile shores
till the waves send back the relics.
Whom shall I call for condolence
in the thick of fog?
I was closing the weeping chapter.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
ghat, art
Form: I do not know?
it is circulated deep into the soil
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin
in the multidimensional wind of the winter
the cash-memo of the recently purchased
gold-bangles
would reside for some time more
then all the pregnant women
would assemble in the river-ghat
to meditate on the paddy-blossoms
all diamonds and clubs
would overcome their insomnia
through this arrangements
the crushing-news of fostering
flows
this dilution is well-known
the river-ripple of the air
after reading the sun
would keep some extension of dahlia
on its palms
in an unwritten evening
the demi-god-birth of the fire-flies
would break
their easy dead bodies
by the instigation of the surges
would ring … and ring… and ring
and spread cheerfulness
the elderly rain-tree comes to spray anti-biotic
on the spoilt top-branch of the young lad
covered with citronella
Categories:
ghat, fantasy
Form: Prose Poetry
When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.
Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.
And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning in incubators.
Blasts devouring the eyes,
ears and noses.
But the dredging will continue.
Irrespective of ocean of death
leaping to fragile shores
till the waves send back the relics.
Whom shall I call for condolence
in the thick of fog?
I was closing the weeping chapter.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
ghat, devotion, life, lost love,
Form: ABC