On fruitless life how long dwell on should I?
On needless strife how long dwell on should I?
Let me salute my foe’s fairest friendship,
On faults and gripe how long dwell on should I?
That far off dweller we fail to follow,
His irks so rife-- how long dwell on should I?
On her dreams to flower that have faded--
On bud not ripe how long dwell on should I?
Despite my lifelong love who twirls her face,
On such a wife how long dwell on should I?
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Ghazal |03.07.2025| life, heartbroken
A ghazal fashioned on one in Gujarati by Harsh Brahmabhatt-- nakam zindagi pe socha karenge kab tak.
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
As we metamorphose
away from mumbo-jumbo,
we cleave to poetry, abandon prose.
Science is the only one that knows.
I saw it on “Colombo”.
A laptop’s far more useful than a rose.
Remember Walden Pond, and when it froze?
Or when Aunt Bernadette prepared that gumbo?
You won’t forget the north wind when it blows!
America’s best movie? If it chose,
the Number One would probably be ‘Dumbo’.
And ‘Tik Tak Toe’ would be the Show of Shows.
We all have sadness, live through woes,
but strong folk are not looking for macumba.
Rain falls – that’s all we need suppose.
Just check your seams are straight: adjust your hose,
and get out there and trip a raunchy rumba.
You know the tune real well. It’s one of those.
You think that milk and honey are what flows?
I’d like to see you tell Patrice Lumumba!
It’s been that way for many other Joes.
Art long, life short? The poem has to close.
But maybe, from the shadow of the tumba,
some vestige will remain for you to gloze.
Tumse anjaan toh nahi, par pehchaan itni mukammal bhi nahi.
Tumse har lamha juda hai, par kahani-e-safar itna saral bhi nahi.
Tere lafzon ki khamoshi, kuch raaz chhupati hai.
Main samajhna toh chaahun, par lafz kahan ban paati hai.
Tum jo ho, woh shayad waqt ka ek haseen ishara ho.
Par mera haal-e-dil, ab tak khud se bhi pyaara ho.
Tumse itni waqif bhi nahi ki har raaz khol doon.
Par itna ajnabi bhi nahi jo har jazbaat tol doon.
Kaise kahoon mera haal-e-dil?
Har khwaab mein tera hi manzar mile.
Chaahun bayaan karna, magar lafz kho jaayein.
Tere bina yeh daastaan adhoori reh jaaye.
Tu jo hai, duaon ka asar lagta hai.
Teri har muskaan mein sehar lagta hai.
Khamoshiyon mein bhi teri baatein sunoon.
Tere saath har dard ko hanskar banoon.
Tumse ajnabi nahi, par waqif bhi poori tarah nahi.
Teri har yaad mein kuch adhoora sa basta kahin.
Safar-e-kahani, tujhse hi roshan hai.
Tere bina yeh safar bas ek dhokha sa dhundhla pal hai.
Dil ki baatein dil tak hi thi,
Ya phir meri baaton mein bhi uska dil tha?
Uske dil mein chhupa hua ek raaz tha,
Jo dil ki jagah naino ne bayan kar diya.
Uski aankhon mein ek kahani thi,
Jismein har lafz meri nishani thi.
Woh khamosh thi, par keh rahi thi bahut,
Uski chup bhi ek zubaani thi.
Uske chehre pe jo halki si jhalak thi,
Woh mere sawaalon ki chhuti kasak thi.
Jaise woh meri dhadkan ko sun rahi ho,
Jaise mere khwaabon ko chun rahi ho.
Meri baaton ka asar tha, ya sirf fizaa,
Uski har ada mein chhupa tha mazaa.
Par uski khamoshi mein chhupa ek darr tha,
Jaise woh khud se hi bekhabar tha.
Ab bhi sochta hoon, woh kya kehna chahti,
Kya uski nigaahein mujhe apna maanti?
Ya yeh sirf mera bharam tha, koi chhalawa,
Jismein main dooba, magar usne bachaya?
Kahani adhuri hai, na jaanoon main khud,
Kya uske dil ka safar tha yeh jud?
Par itna yakeen hai, woh ehsaas saccha tha,
Uski aankhon mein jhalka jo sapna tha.
~Shruti
Take to arms, who will come ye to save?
What hope from face-less faces ye have?
Never plead, nor for them ever rave,
From shameless what succour can ye crave?
Take to arms, none will come ye to save.
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Translation |06.09.2024| women, world
Poet’s note: This is third in the three-piece series on the theme. The incidence is taken from Mahabharata during Draupadi’s vastra-haran, disrobing. All the elderly so-called keepers of dharma keep quiet in the name of righteous action under the circumstances. The original in Gujarati as transliterated (in PS-acceptable way) is as under:
Suno Daraupadi, shastra uthaalo, ab naa Givind aayenge,
Kab tak aas lagaaohi tum bike hue akhabaaro se,
Kaisee rakshaa maang rahi ho Duhshaasaan darbaaro se?
Svayam jo lajjaa heen pade hai vo kyaa laaj bachaayenge!
Suno Daraupadi, shastra uthaalo, ab naa Givind aayenge.
- Pushyamitra Upadhyay
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!!
Wait a minute, there's a little boy in a airplane his brain has a lot of pain.
A man wash with hair with shampoo then he gets a tattoo, a bamboo or a tabbo Wierd tell you to, is nice like ice.
Breakout, Mike tyson last knockout, in the weekend's I feel week, give a stick look at the tree.
Making a new dish, a fish in the sea says hello fine, my mind, sign oh wine.
Don't crie don't be shie I'm here for you, yeah you the person that saved me, from the darkness all the brightness.
A lot people said Sorry a lot don't give a f0ck it's cool I now there are fool's.
Stick tik tak toe, tik tok american psycho, I'm not like you, who always uses his recycle.
I'm nice I said twice, I'm winner and a rapper a singer and whatever I want this feelings are popping of.
UPON THE HILLS
upon the hills lies a centre of academic excellence
Professors and Doctors are vessels of this importance
Vibrant cool fresh breeze bless' its equivalence
Oh the mighty University of acquaintance.
Fully furnished bochord for vast exploration
Well inaugurated computers for extensive revision
A well accomplished futuristic wireless lnternet
For students curricular and co-curricular activities
Tik-tak, East or west, you embrace there presence
Tall or short, dark or brown, you reward there patience
Oh the mighty University of acquaintance
The university without walls.
Quality is our daily bread,
Like the appostles creed,
We pray that you always lead
For generations to glorify your commencement
Kabale University,
A university of the people
For God and my country.
TROPHY DEREK BAED 2023
Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies
Burn oor birches aside the lough,
Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom,
Dictating oor days tae come,
No from the pint o a gun,
Fae laws an promises broken.
Lees an lees spout forth like watter
Lives expended as if they dinnae matter,
Feel the Jacobite spirit again,
Ready tae fecht like scotsmen again,
Like warrior poets risen from the glen,
Fae the mists o the past remember,
Oor freedom wis wun sending Edward hame,
Yon wis the past a new war begun noo,
No wi claymores ,targes an guns,
This time its ideals an Eton buffers,
Those who wid sell oor birthrights
Tae mak us slaves an servile peasants,
Using stealth ,treachery an unco ither weys
Rogues they be crooks ,cheats and thieves
Seeming beyond reproach wi things hidden
Frae us puir mortals aye they wull dae us doon,
Sic a time as this tae fecht fur whit is oors
Naw mair begging fur aa few scraps
Fae a table fu wi guid things ,
Scraps urny fur us we ur free loons
Burthit free an deeing we wull be free,
Ur ye ready tae rise yince agin?
Andrew P mcintyre 14/09/2020
This morning, my heart beat like shoe sounds
Tak, Tok, Tak, Tok,
While I play the role of a gay
I am scared.
This afternoon, my heart sounds like a clock
Tik, Tak, Tik, Tak,
I am confused by hour
Running like horse
It suddenly flies in one gaze
Things in mind easily squandered.
This evening, it's getting serious
It sounds like cymbal and drum
Cling, Clang, Tom, Tom,
I'm a little happy for that.
This midnight, it sounds real
Tag, Tog, Tag, Tog,
It's an art
Of song and dance feast
No doubt, a music
For one who is in love.
Talat.Apni soti menu day..
Sain.Tun bund vich leni ay??
Talat.Aho bund vich leni ay..
Sain.Bara wada ganda ayn..
Talat.Aho me pen yak policeya..
Sain.Powder day jurm vich kini
dair jail katti ce??
Talat.Wawa dair andar rya wan..
Sain.Tun punjab police de shaan..
Talat.Apni bhesaki menu day..
Sain.Tun oday vich tracker lana ay..
Talat.Tun bara chalak hoshyar ayn..
Sain.Me twaday Crime King da Abu..
Talat.IG akhya munday nu maar dawo..
Sain.Oye CIA daya putra thanay kehchari
ton lay kay Crime King day loray day size
tak menu har sheh de kahabar Ay..
Note.Talat Teri gaand k size ka Don ka Loda..
Awam ko wargalavay taka tak.
Ye injection lagvavay taka tak.
Sapari Fire marvavay taka tak.
Kab tak indian european numbron par accounts chalao gay?
Kab tak sada awam ko bay waqoof banao gay?????????????
Note.Zafar Khan is playing main role in identity crisis...????
Moral.DG FIA & DG IB are cooperating with DON........?????
Kisi ko marwana ho to aisay marwao us ko pata hi na chalay
Jab taLak pata chalay tab tak kaam tamam ho chuka ho...
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