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Honkers pic prompt sb Margarita Lillico

Three bros., Wideye, Snaggletooth, and Zonkers
When in town went a little bit bonkers
With the girls that walked by
What was level with their eye
Was ogled, whistled at, or they'd honk-hers!

Prayer Will Solve By Being a Safety Valve

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Prayer can cure any malady
It can arrest the worst tragedy
It will save us from every jeopardy
Please use prayer as a remedy

Prayer can be brief and short
It must come out from heart
God will surely play His part
As He will surely comfort

When a prayer is hopefully said
Peace then enters one's head
By Godly forces, one is led
One can with peace go ahead

Prayer offers mind the best cure
Due to prayer, nothing can injure
Prayer makes our heart pure
Solution via prayer is damn sure

Pray and pray and pray forever
God will end shiver and fever
God alone ditches us never
He only makes bliss flower.

Strange World Must Change

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Hatred is wide prevalent
Heart has become insolvent
Kindness, none wants to invent
Human tongue is a real serpent
People love to be highly vehement
Affection is totally here absent
God's presence is fully irrelevant
Bullet is given as a present
To make the receiver non-existent
Modernity is growing unpleasant
To be truthful, almost all resent
The guilty wants not to repent
Being cunning is damn intelligent
God is no longer an invisible agent
Chaos prevails one hundred percent
To help others, all are reluctant
Mercy is a forgotten lubricant
Holy Buddha turned a mendicant
He was truly an honest applicant
May God protect us from a militant.

Dear Bebe

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 !!!

Progression of Regression

Premier Stalin was a gangster
  an armed robber who
'became' a Marxist
  'progressive'

Murdered 120 million
  of his fellow Soviets
Seems to me his 'career'
  was regressive



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Thanks to Sand Blown for
the changes made to this
poem on August 22, 2020
Your question, well-taken,
S.B.!  Appreciated! ~gw

Exam

.................... Exam............. 
K beete khusio k wo pl, abhi scheme mili h kl... 
Gya h sukh chaen sb chin, ye kaisa jhaam aya h... 
Palat kr khushiyo ka prda suar exam aya h... 
Palat kr pustake dekhi, maine sir ko peeta... 
Kha se cos k formule me aya ye sin theta... 
K socha tha 11th me krunga english me kuch best... 
Mgr salo ne phir thma di hme Shakespeare ki tempest....
Ek to phle hi nhi kr pate the hm numerical k solution.... 
Paper me aya kro vector ka resolution... 
Chemistey me to jaise phla akshar bhi nhi ata... 
Hme bs periodic table hi anmol lgta h.. 
Sigma pie ka to sala apas me kuch jhol lgta h.... 
Hindi ki to bat bhaiya bs nirali h.... 
Rachna se jyada zaroori rachaita ki jeevan paranali h... 
Hmne socha tha isse to kmse km acche percentage bnne h... 
Or ye khte h k hr prashn me kmse km bhrne char panne h... 
Hmari sochne ki shakti se ab ye lgta h... 
K exam me lgbhg ab ek hafta h... 
To ab apni hr pareshani ko hm yhi dabate h.. 
Bye bye ab hm bhi padhne jate h... 


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Diwali

Jalao die kr do sansaar roshan.. 
Hr ek kone me ek dia jagmagae... 
Chlo pyrr se sb manae diwali.. 
Siya sang ayodhya shree ram ae...




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Zakham -A-Khas

Waqt ki to chahat hi tum the ...
Hm to yuhi aashiyana bnane lage..
Tinka tinka bikhra .....mera..
Jb tum yuhi laut kr jaane lage ....
           Khamosh nazre khamosh darpan..
           Khamosh the hm us waqt ......
            Khamoshi hi rhe gyi ..jb nazre hi bhuli  sb..
 Waqt  ke imtihaan me hi tum peeche rhe gye..
Khud ki badli nazro se ..tum yhui chupte rhegye ..
Tute bikhre rishto KO tum yuhi bunte rhe gye..

Sb

Pure insanity of my dreams 
Live on. 
All my hopes
And desires 
Rest with you 
And I feel 
That if this was to end 
Then so would I. 
You are the light that burns 
Through my soul, 
The pins that give strength 
To my very legs, 
The one who gives complete meaning 
To my dreams. 
It is because of who you are 
That I have sacrificed myself 
Constantly think only of your needs, 
Your hopes; 
It is because of you 
That I have took 
The fight to my demons 
And won the battle 
That will let happiness reign 
Against their pitied existence. 
To you I give my soul, 
My complete heart, 
My whole life 
And ask for nothing 
In return 
Except your love. 
Please grant me my only wish.

Be My Valentine - For Linda

waiting for your answer “be mine” candy heart


for PD
from SB

Achhe Din Ka Haal

Achhe din k dekho haal,
  140 k par h daal
chhote to the hi kangal
bre- bre v hue badhaal
pyaj ka mt puchho haal
assi tk pahuchi filhaal
dhaniya mirchi ki ye uchhal
chatni v ho gyi janjal
karj se ujri chamri khaal
kisan latak gye fanda dal
bijli pani se hr koi behal
Adhani Ambani malamal
America China Nepal
sirf ghum rha h natwarlal
kale dhan ki batein tal
sb pr chupi ka parda dal
vyapam raja lalit ghotala
aesh kre chokri chandal
kon sunega ye sb haal
neta hue gende ki khaal
janta ka ab kise khyal
kre jhute wade feku lal.
# Feku PM

Jm 1

JM
Does not want to believe he is invincible
Because he knows he is not invincible.
Because no one is invincible.
Gives himself a vision,
Deadline to complete his mission
Forces him to shine
Achieving goals.
Alternatively he may be not saying the truth
and turn into the greatest despot in Maltese history,
or a Pumpkin even !
But so far, of course
he is a winning horse.

SB is a 
political pauper;
petty and petulant,
believable ? barely !
Patronising from his protected pulpit
a pathetic politician
morally banckrupt
but not corrupt
a Janus
a weak wimp
Loser,
backtracking and left behind.
Shoreing up a sinking ship
Will be forgotten and forlorn.
Apart from that
h`s no black rat
a great guy.
In the wrong place 
At the wrong time
Preparing the way for 
the great Messiah

Insan

Suraj sa tapta ye roshan savera.....
Taron si bikhri ye kali rat h.....
Koi soye alishaN makano me.... .
Kisi ki chadar ye chandni rat h....
Kaise ye ajab duniya h....
Kaisa ajab insan h......

Khi Bahta h pani yo gande nalo me.....
Khi 2 ghunt ko tadpta ek mayus insan h....
Khi bikta h razhan bajaro me....
Khi 2 waqt ko mohtaj ek gareeb insan h....
Kaise ye ajab duniya h
Kaisa ajab insan h......

Khi lge nokri sifaris se......
Khi mile riswat hjaron me....
To khi berojgar ek nojwan h......
Koi anpad bne mantri jhan...
Ek shikshak khi preshan h......
Kaise ye ajab duniya h.....
Kaisa ajab insan h.....

Pathar bna jise puja h, Ourat bna thukraya h......
Ghr me najo se pli bitiya, sasural me use jlaya h.....
Paisa h sbse bda yhan, ek sikka sbki jaan h....
Kaise ye ajab duniya h........
Kaisa ajab insana h........

Bikta hr rista dukano pe, Lakhon iske kharidar h......
Sb riste yhan bikau h, bs insaniyat yhan bejar h....
Maine bhi khrida ek rista, jo anmol shi pe lachar h....
Koi bandish koi pabndi khe, yashu ne kha ye phar h....
Kaise he aJaB duniya h, kIsa ajab insan h.......

Time Winds Down

Time Winds Down

Hear that clicking across the floor
Something waits outside the door

Pull the covers up, under the chin
Hear heavy breath, it really wants in

What beastly creature haunts from below                    
As the light fades and moon is aglow

Night after night fear it deepens
Strength to fight it slowly weakens

Prayers of forgiveness play on the lip
One day to plan that inevitable trip

Above or below
One never will know

Until one day we return to the ground
As life passes on and time winds down 

Copyright 2014-May 28 SB

Tanha Garg

Tanha Garg....
 Ek ladka deewana sa....
Ek ladki ko chahne lga...
Aise lagi preet use...
Usko apna khne lga...
Ankhon me ke k sapne hzar
Usko dil me bsane lga
Ek din lagi use chot pyar ki
Tukdo me wo bikhar gya
Tuta dil tute khawab sab
Haye judai shne lga
Preet na chuti uski pyar ki
Bekhabar sa wo rhne lga
Aise mari thokar sbne
Tanha garg khlane lga...
 Amar prem tha preet amar 
thi.... 
Cheen liye sb hq jeene k...
Mout ne apna hath diya...
Or dewana wo chala gya...

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