Showing posts with label POEM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label POEM. Show all posts

Sunday, November 15, 2015

KUMAR VISHWAS TOP HIT NEW POEMS 2015

KUMAR VISHWAS TOP HIT NEW POEMS 2015

1. Koi Khamosh Hai Itna, Bahane Bhool Aaya Hoon
Kisi Ki Ik Taranum Mein Taraane Bhool Aaya Hoon
Meri Ab Raah Mat Takna Kabhi e Aasmaan Walo
Main Ik Chidiya Ki Aankhon Mein Udaane Bhool Aaya Hoon..

2. Jaha Par Khtam Hoti Thi Meri Khawaish Ki Jid Kal Tak,
Usi Ek Mod Tak Khud Ke Safar Ko Mood Rakha Hai,
Kitab-E-Jindagi Yu Padh Rahi Hai Aaj Kal Duniya,
Tumhare Naam Ko Ab Bhi Wark Chod Rakha Hai…

3. Jab Aata Hai Jeevan Mein Halaaton Ka Hungama
Jazbaton, Mulakaton, Haseen Baaton Ka Hungama
Jawani Ke Qayamat Daur Mein Ye Soch Te Hain Sabh
Ye Hungame Ki Raatein Hain Ya Raaton Ka Hungama..

4. Ye Dil Barbaad Karke Su Mein Kyun Abaad Rehte Ho,
Koi Kal Keh Raha Tha Tum Allahabad Rehte Ho…
Ye Kaisi Shohratein Mujhko Ata Kar Di Mere Maula,
Main Sabh Kuch Bhool Jaata Hoon Magar Tum Yaad Rehte Ho…

5. Na Paane Ki Khushi Hai Kuch
Na Khone Ka Hi Kuch Gam Hai
Ye Daulat Aur Shohrat Sirf
Kuch Zakhmo Ka Marham Hai
Ajab Si Kashmakash Hai
Roz Jeene,Roz Marne Me
Mukkammal Zindagi To Hai
Magar Poori Se Kuch Kam Hai...

6. Wo Jiska Teer Chupke Se Jigar Ke Paar Hota Hai
Wo Koi Gair Kya Apna Hi Rishtedaar Hota Hai
Kise Se Apne Dil Ki Baat Tu Kehna Na Bhoole Se
Yahan Khat Bhi Thodi Der Se Akhbaar Hota..


7. Hamare Sher Sun Kar Bhi Jo Khamosh Itna Hai,
Khuda Jaane Guroor-e-Husn Mein Madhosh Kitna Hai…
Kisi Pyale Se Poocha Hai Suraahi Main Sabab Mein Ka,
Jo Khud Behosh Ho Wo Kya Bataye Ke Hosh Kitna Hai…..
HAPPY NEW YEAR POEM

HAPPY NEW YEAR POEM

When you feel that..
Someone is taking your Place in Your Bestfriend’s Heart…
Never Say I’ll Never Let Go Close to My Bestfriend,
Rather Say Go As Close as You can,
I Will Still Be The Closest.. !!!
May You Reach More Milestone,
‘n
Discover more friends in Upcoming New Year.. !!!

LOVE/ROMANTIC POEM

LOVE/ROMANTIC POEM


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No matter what I do,
No matter what I say,
No matter how I feel,
I know we’ll be together someday.



You’ve been pulled away from me,
So I helped to push you back,
Now I know what I lack.



I miss your arms around me,
And when I used to giggle.



I miss you touching me,
that always made me wiggle.



I know we’ll be together someday,
I know fate will have it’s way.


It’s our destiny!!!!

Saturday, November 14, 2015

KUMAR VISHWAS POEMS

KUMAR VISHWAS POEMS

Tumhi pe marta hai ye dil adawat kyo nahi karta
Kai janmo se bandi hai bagawat kyo nahi karta
Kabhi tumse thi jo wo hi shikayat he jamane se
eri taarif karta hai mohabbat kyo nahi karta....
KUMAR VISHWAS POEMS

KUMAR VISHWAS POEMS

Kitni duniya hai mujhe zindagi dene wali
Aur ek khwab hai tera ki jo mar jata hai
Khud ko tarteeb se jodun to kaha se jodun
Meri mitti me jo tu hai ki bikhar jata hai...
KUMAR VISHWAS POEMS

KUMAR VISHWAS POEMS

Baat uunchi thi magar baat jara kaam aanki
Usne jazbaat ki aukaat jara kam aanki
Wo farista keh kar mujhe jaleel karta raha

Mai insaan hoon, meri jaat jara kam aanki...

POEMS ON VIDAAI

POEMS ON VIDAAI

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POEMS ON VIDAAI

कन्यादान हुआ जब पूरा,आया समय विदाई का ।।
हँसी ख़ुशी सब काम हुआ था,सारी रस्म अदाई का । 

बेटी के उस कातर स्वर ने,बाबुल को झकझोर दिया ।।
पूछ रही थी पापा तुमने,क्या सचमुच में छोड़ दिया ।।

अपने आँगन की फुलवारी,मुझको सदा कहा तुमने ।।
मेरे रोने को पल भर भी ,बिल्कुल नहीं सहा तुमने ।। 

क्या इस आँगन के कोने में, मेरा कुछ स्थान नहीं ।।
अब मेरे रोने का पापा,तुमको बिल्कुल ध्यान नहीं ।।

देखो अन्तिम बार देहरी,लोग मुझे पुजवाते हैं ।।
आकर के पापा क्यों इनको,आप नहीं धमकाते हैं।। 

नहीं रोकते चाचा ताऊ,भैया से भी आस नहीं।।
ऐसी भी क्या निष्ठुरता है,कोई आता पास नहीं।।

बेटी की बातों को सुन के ,पिता नहीं रह सका खड़ा।।
उमड़ पड़े आँखों से आँसू,बदहवास सा दौड़ पड़ा ।। 

कातर बछिया सी वह बेटी,लिपट पिता से रोती थी ।।
जैसे यादों के अक्षर वह,अश्रु बिंदु से धोती थी ।।

माँ को लगा गोद से कोई,मानो सब कुछ छीन चला।।
फूल सभी घर की फुलवारी से कोई ज्यों बीन चला।। 

छोटा भाई भी कोने में,बैठा बैठा सुबक रहा ।।
उसको कौन करेगा चुप अब,वह कोने में दुबक रहा।।

बेटी के जाने पर घर ने,जाने क्या क्या खोया है।।
कभी न रोने वाला बापू,फूट फूट कर रोया है I I

Sunday, April 26, 2015

MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

"WOMAN WORK"

I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.

Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.

-- Maya Angelou
MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

"CAGED BIRD"

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill 
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. 

-- Maya Angelou
MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

"STILL I RISE"

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

-- Maya Angelou
MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

"TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL"

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

--Maya Angelou
MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

MAYA ANGELOU POEMS

"PHENOMENAL WOMAN"

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

-- Maya Angelou
KABIR POEMS

KABIR POEMS

"ARE YOU LOOKING FOR ME?"

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
Nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: Not in masses,
Nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck,
Nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly.
You will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.

-- Kabir
RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

"FLOWER"

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland,
But honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it.
I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint,
Use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

-- Rabindranath Tagore
RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

"THE CHAMPA FLOWER"

SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree,
And shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, Mother?
You would call, 'Baby, where are you?' and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.
I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.
When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders,
You walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers,
You would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.
When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana,
And the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap,
I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading.
But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?
When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in your hand,
I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more,
And beg you to tell me a story.
'Where have you been, you naughty child? '
'I won't tell you, mother. ' That's what you and I would say then.

-- Rabindranath Tagore

Saturday, April 25, 2015

RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

"FAREWELL"

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door,
And I give up all claims to my house.
I only ask for last kind words from you.
We were neighbors for long,
But I received more than I could give.
Now the day has dawned,
And the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.
A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.
-- Rabindranath Tagore
RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

"A MOMENTS INDULGENCE"

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side.
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
And my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and,
The bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and,
To sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

-- Rabindranath Tagore
RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

"CLOUD AND WAVES"

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, Lift up your hands to the sky,
And you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, Mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut,
And you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
How can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

-- Rabindranath Tagore
RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

RABINDRANATH TAGORE POEMS

"WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR"

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,
Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments,
By narrow domestic walls,
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection,
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way,
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit,
Where the mind is led forward by thee,
Into ever- widening thought and action,
Into that heaven of freedom ,My Father , Let my country awake .

--Rabindranath Tagore

Thursday, April 23, 2015

HINDI POEM

HINDI POEM

"जो भाग्य में है ,
          वह भाग कर आएगा,
जो नहीं है ,
          वह आकर भी भाग जाएगा...!"
यहाँ सब कुछ बिकता है ,
         दोस्तों रहना जरा संभाल के ,
बेचने वाले हवा भी बेच देते है ,
                    गुब्बारों में डाल के ,
सच बिकता है , झूट बिकता है,
                   बिकती है हर कहानी ,
तीनों लोक में फेला है , फिर भी
                  बिकता है बोतल में पानी ,
कभी फूलों की तरह मत जीना,
          जिस दिन खिलोगे ,
                  टूट कर बिखर जाओगे ,
जीना है तो पत्थर की तरह जियो;
          जिस दिन तराशे गए ,
                 "भगवान" बन जाओगे....!!

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