Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.
Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.
I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.
As we finished our morning 8k jog,
the sunrise blossomed, painting hot lava clouds
with hues of yellow, orange and pink.
We’re traipsing unfamiliar paths,
It’s not what we’re used to, the roads are uneven
and the architecture’s all boxy and wrong.
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Songs for this:
New Toy by Lene Lovich
Better After All by Jonatha Brooke
Now At Last by Feist
Duniya ki iss reet se,
Rishton ki iss preet se,
Mooh se, man meet se,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Jhuti muskurahat mein,
Dil ki her chaahat mein,
Dard ki is parwaahat mein,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Mitti se bane wajood mein,
Sapnon ke thake usool mein,
Aansu ki har boond mein,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Guzar gayi jo rahein thi,
Khwabon ki jo baahein thi,
Khoye hue fasane ki raahein thi,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Duniya ke rangon se door hoon,
Apne hi rang mein choor hoon,
Bas khamoshi mein purzor hoon,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Khatam hui umeedon ki baat,
Rishton ka har pyaala saath,
Dil ke har zakhm ki baat,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Mujhe yun hi rehne do ab,
Apni tanhaayi mein jeene do ab,
Is fasane se rukhsat lene do ab,
Kyunki, mein pis chuka hun.
Uski do chamkte ankh,
Masomiyat vare hen lakh.
Wo uski khil khila ti hasi,
Lagta he wo hasi moh jesi.
Uski lehrate anchal,
Var dete hen dil me sookon ke pal.
Uski wo gore gore bahe,
Gale lagake jo pyar jata ye.
Uski pani jesa saaf sa man,
Sab kam karne ke liye he pran
Uski wo parion jesi chal,
Chori karle sabki khyal.
Uski hi karta rahunga intezaar
lene pade chahe janam hazar .
English version of the poem
Her two dazzling eyes
Filled with millions of smplicity
That blossomed smile of her
Feels like matrix
Her swinging hair
Feels butterflies in my heart
Her two fair fair hands
Which cuddles me in my dream
Her crystal clear heart
Wants to spread love for everyone
Her angel like walk
Steals everyones conscience
I will wait for her
Though i have to take birth for thousand and million times.
The new poems list I must scour
For poetry by Ilene Bauer
The flow of each line
Is simply divine
Her witty words I just devour
N B To the British ear the Name Ilene Bauer uses 4 syllables I-Lene Bau-er
Paean On Poets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
03/22/22
Bebe taan sirf naa ae,
Tu ta mere lia rabb di tha ae.
Main te rbb da shukr adda hr pl krdaa,
Ki onne odda roop hi mainu de detaa…
Mere lai sb kittta,
Mere lai apna sb chddeya….
Hr dukh, hr pareshaani nu le lende o,
Ptani pareshan hoke wi kiven hss lene o….
Bs hun ta rbb toh ae hi h ardaas,
Mere khushiyaan wi hun chli jaan meri bebe de paas…..
Love you Bebe !!!