For your sake, this heart that isn't even close to me, I shall make it yours.
If you come and reside within me, I shall turn that very heart into a temple.
Weaving a swing from your dreams, I shall rock you upon it from dawn to dusk.
But who am I in front of you? For you, I shall lose myself completely.
If the stars refuse to befriend me, I shall steal them from the moon and name them after you.
Even if you wish to walk upon a withered graveyard, I shall bloom into flowers along your path.
And if you wish to sleep but find no cover, I shall spread my body as the softest blanket for you.
Tere khatir yeh dil jo mere hi kareeb nahi, use bhi apna loon
Tu jo aake bas jaye mujhme, ussi dil ko mandir bana loon
Khwabon ke tere jhoola bana kar, sawere shaam tujhe uspe jhula doon
Khair tere saamne main hoon bhi kya, tere khatir main khud ko gawa doon
Taare jo naa dost ho mere, chaand se unhe chura ke tere naam kar doon
Murjhe kabristan pe tu chalna bhi chaahe, toh main tere raaston main phool ban jaun
Tu sona chahe agar aur chadar na mile kahi, mere jism se tujhe narm chadar bichaa jaun
Categories:
jism, hindi,
Form: Free verse
Ancient scribes scratch their quills
to a perfectly illiterate God;
so the words sometimes get ugly.
I plug-in my neuronal soul
try to say something not yet uttered,
not a scrambled re-hash,
from a dyslexic troubadour
or blind hurdy-gurdy man.
Let those ten hundred monkeys loose,
for in time they may find a meaning;
the trunks of wise elephants just may paint
the perfectly mathematical
score of a Bach fugue..
A virgin/whore dwells in the keyboard
her creamy petticoat is spotted
with blood and jism,
yet sometimes she will write sublime poetry
a thing both ugly and beautiful
for a wordless God.
Categories:
jism, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
Categories:
jism, culture, hindi, identity, international,
Form: Rubai
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.
Categories:
jism, childhood, flying, freedom, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
A thunderstorm passed over,
gun turrets flash.
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds.
Evening commences to weep -
an aftermath,
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces
yet it splashes fright onto brows.
As seafaring battles go
it was a skirmish,
flotillas of cruisers awash from
near misses.
They sailed away
leaving this whittling rain,
a backwash of electric jism,
the distant sound
of sailors shouting for rum.
Behind our eyes
deaf fish mouth deaf bubbles.
Ozone spumes against inner ears.
The wake of the storm
sponges, damps down,
slowly drips
into a salty bucket
of silence.
Categories:
jism, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A thunderstorm passed over,
gun turrets flash.
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds.
Evening commences to weep -
an aftermath,
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces
yet it washes fright from brows.
As seafaring battles go
it was a skirmish,
flotillas of cruisers awash from
near misses;
they sailed away
leaving this whittling rain,
a backwash of electric jism,
the distant sound
of sailors shouting for rum.
Behind our eyes
deaf fish mouth deaf bubbles.
Sea legs are braced against
peripheral nerves.
Ozone spumes against inner ears.
The wake of the storm
mutes and tingles, damps down
as it slowly drips
into a salty bucket
of silence.
Categories:
jism, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Her hormones fled the coop
on scalding tires.
He drifted into her,
working the night-shift
of a traveling fantasy.
Motel maids were her sisters
bars her occupation,
a place to work
on the aerobics of hope.
Their love
was an unhygienic affair.
Everything spilled out,
much maintenance
in putting back in.
Emotional jism
was scrubbed by hand
until skin-tight excuses
glistened
milky as mollusk flesh.
They had lots to attend to.
Feelings had to be
daily resuscitated
into former victimized forms.
He would not leave;
she would not go.
He anointed her again,
and again
with his pity-me flesh.
Their mutually dependent rodeo
played itself out
on the steps
of a haggard tomorrow,
both now blinded
by owl-light.
Categories:
jism, poetry,
Form: Free verse
jism hua beyhal
Tum jo chalo phen kar payal
Jo matko phen kar chandi
apni kamar par tum jo muskurao
laga kar kajal tum jo lo sansey bana
kar phaheli mera jism hua
beyhal paney tumhari jaan
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
jism, arabic, cute love,
Form: Ghazal
DIL mai Dhadkan
Jism mai sans
Khaada
"TENGEEN GEEDA"
Bujhane appni paayas
Kaayallya silver
Hooton pe sona ...suuno na
Meri Hassina
??
Sorry all its for all but feel my feeling will change if
I change in other languages
Dear all please forgive my error if their on writing
with love all
jagdish bajantri
Categories:
jism, feelings, i love you,
Form: Romanticism
Do you think that our Heavenly Father wants you to kill
To take another life; is that what some think ? Albeit clear
Why many may feel such this way: given all the darkness spreading
It's wings like a green bay leaf tree permeating lucid's world with her whoredom
Spreading distainful's thighs while promoting all these lies and, Satan's concubines ?
Doing jocular's deep throat upon humankind swallowing the jism of another's prism....
Grabbing your machetes strapping dynamite unto Creation's daughters refining, nuclear
Waste as if you weren't a disease in itself ? Finely tuning as developing Prophecy's serial killers.
Categories:
jism, art, baby, cancer,
Form: I do not know?
"Zindagi bhr ka bas itna sa fasana hay,
Aaj nhi to kal hamain bhi chale jaana hay,
Talkh zindagi ke samandar main beh kar,
Hamain akhir main kinare se lag jaana hay,
Ye jo sooraj hay, har roz nai zindagi jeeta hay,
Ise bhi har sham maghrib main dhal jaana hay,
Saansain jitni hay jee lo maze lekar,
Akhir main sab ki saanson ko thum jaana hay,
Sharqi sare mosam tujhe yaaad krte hain,
Teri tarah hume bhi ye jism chor jaana hay....!
Categories:
jism, death,
Form: Nazm