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| NK |
Posted
on 17-Nov-02 07:20 PM
[Wanted to write something to Hahooguru and Kalankisthan on the thread 'Illustrations...' and to Biruwa for his quite an informative posting on Psychoanalalysis and answer Nepe. But, could not resist to post these two so-called poems. anepalikt! Please don't brand this yet another "campy" poetry thingy!! That would break my heart and may neverbe the same!!!! :) ]
My Love Affair
You throw them around,
You even kick them.
Take it in your hand,
And, slam dunk it!
You run a whole 50 yards,
Hear the adulation of 50 millions,
Words, you win my heart
And you wound me!
Scatter them around,
And, still make a beautiful picture.
Use it to abuse,
Mysterious, superfluous,
Dazzling, mesmerizing, blasé’ and
Gorgeous!
Words, you quench my thirst,
Like a embrace of a lover.
You and I,
For Better and Worse.
Let me use you to abuse,
Let me take you in my arms,
Caress you.
You and I,
See where will we end up,
In this unbending,
Unending landscape.
Song of Myself
(A tribute to Whitman]
I
want to soar above your abode
O! Lord!
spreading my wings
wide and blinding white
I
have a story to tell
frenzied rhapsody
until I turn
blue in my face
I
want to live
breathing fire
left and right
and on your face
I
want to be in your arms
rapturous and breathless
till the dawn peaks through
my drafty window...
NK
Rainy Day, 2002
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 17-Nov-02 07:34 PM
NK Jyu,
You are good, as always!!
The first poem>> For a while I thought you were writing on basketball.
(doesn't that prove my dumbness)
Secnond poem>> Did you write it for ROBjyu??
(Too personal, don't have to answer)
Enjoyed!!
aru ni jaawosh!!
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| red_herring |
Posted
on 17-Nov-02 07:37 PM
Yup, I too thought that it was about basketball, till I squinted at some words.
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| Jayahos |
Posted
on 17-Nov-02 07:55 PM
NK,
Your song of love affair deserves 'slam dunk' from GOKUL.
Sir Gokul, WHERE ART THOU?
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| lonely |
Posted
on 17-Nov-02 08:17 PM
Nk jeu,
Good poems. Ke ho khatra chha ni ho..
Is thsi dedicated to someone special in your heart???
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| NK |
Posted
on 17-Nov-02 08:19 PM
Jayahos,
He is THE best, isn't he? But you know, as we all know Gokul would have said: Karma gara, fal ko asha nagar.
He may appear or he may not.
Kala with NK in the middle sthan, thanks :)
red herring, phew! you did not see any female "condition" here. :00000
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| NK |
Posted
on 17-Nov-02 08:21 PM
Lonely, I will answser that tomorrow. It is Soprano time. My only vice ;)
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| anepalikt |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 05:58 AM
NK.. you are funny... I just saw the other thread with SimpleGal's poem too:)
I am getting a little worried though now that my name has cropped up twice in a row when fellow sajhaites have posted their poems. Aba honestly critique garna ni nahune bhayo... Tara pheri according to a new thread on modern definitions... an honest opinion openly expressed is the same thing as a yawn. After all, I don’t want to bore people, do I.
I am kidding! :P
Seriously though, ramro lagyo malai ta. Especially the tribute to Whitman… Passionate. Nice to see another Whitman fan. Thank you for sharing.
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| NK |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 02:11 PM
hey hey, jhandai oblivion tira lagecha mero kabita ta!
anepalikt, show 'em with your honest-to-god opinion! Thank the Lord, you liked my poem! What a relief!!! No kidding!!!!! :)))
You wrote:
Aba honestly critique garna ni nahune bhayo..
On the contrary my dear, you should. People like honesty better than sugar-dripping insincere comments. WEll most of the time most of us. Having said that, you know, it does n ot hurt to get that kind of comment here and there. :)
Have a wonderful time in good ol' Kathamandu. Btw,did you meet ''oohi?"
Lonely and Kalankisthan, what are you two talking about? I ain't dedicating to nobody nothing! Write for Robju? Are you kiddin' me? Who is this "Rob?" You mean that man who calls himself my hubby? Do you wanna hear something? He read it and he really thought the first poem was about basket b all!!!! arrrgggghhhh!! Then he thought (he later told me) "well I don't get this. it must be some sort of postmodern stuff (!)"
Harey mero bhagya!:)
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| khyal_thatta |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 02:47 PM
Bujhanchu Ma Jaskera
Hidna sakdina kammar kasayra
Aawaz auucha Jahm…Jham Jutta ko
Mato Khascha mero thotro Vhitta ko
Jaskan chu, Bhitra Janchu
Paltau chu Iteehas ka pana
Samjhan chu te bir haru ka gatha
Dikka lagcha, nilo aakash herchu
Udee raheyka chan changa sabai tira
…sabai Teen Dharke Charkha Chap
Changa lie herdai thukka thuchu
Bhanchu ma chait…..
Tara Farkancha thuk sabai affai tira
Aachamma lag cha
Kina lagya chaina ajjai kasai lie yaha kunai Pira…..
Ó khyal_thatta
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 03:58 PM
NK Jyu;
Tato paani khanyai dinu na tauko dhekhun, mero mummy le jastai!!
Oops.. did i say that? I didn't say that, did i?
Meri mummy le dekhin bhane tapke le haanera lyauchin,
Dad le dekhe ta jhan Field goal nai hanne hola!!
OOOPS.. ma laage
oops!!
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| red_herring |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 05:32 PM
I think NK's first poem is about "words". She is in love with "words". Words can be expressed in any way imaginable. That's the gist of her first poem. Notice how she repeats "words" twice.
Good poem.
Second one is pretty obvious I guess.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 07:55 PM
NK,
One thing about the way you write is that you are brutally honest! How I have interpreted your poem is mine to do so.... it fits into my mindset! But my opinions about the way you write is for you to hear! :)
Yes, hajur, you are a fine writer....no frills, thrills and preening spills ( attempt at rhyming! :)
Do write more often! ( and bring us to shame... ;)
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| Suna |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 08:19 PM
hmmmmmm NK! :)
Your drafty windows ...
How well u write dear for someone who talks as fast as you do :)
pun intended of course for the latter part!
harey all these disclaimers.
And who the heck is Robjiu??Someone we don't know? :)
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| NK |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 08:34 PM
Sitara Jeu [I must say it is not really me to address somebody with Jeu, but hey, even an old dog learns a new trick in this day and age :)] [ you know, something? I sometimes want to write everything in parenthesis. Like an after-thought, like something not so important. As the case is . What do you say?] [anyway,] just as I was giving up on you, you graced this thread with your entrance. [yes, honesty is my vice and virtue, if I may say so. also, I think as a writer one ought to be honest or at least be damn good at pretending. Or else, it would look like a Swiss Cheese, or it emperor’s new clothes?]
Anepalikt, I think I enjoy reading Whitman but I am more of a Emily Dickinson’s “fan.” My first poem was inspired by these two poems.
And, red_herring, New kid in the block? Dekhya jasto lagdaina.Yes my dear, the first poem is * about words. Bingo! J
HE ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days, 5
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
A WORD is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live 5
That day.
Look what Emily D. says :
DROWNING is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise….
I loved the way she observes words, men, women, death so closely…
Khyal_Thatta, I really liked your poem. Why don’t you post in Devanagiri too? Maybe a new thread? So that people can enjoy your poem on its own.
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| NK |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 08:38 PM
Suna, you must have posted as I was posting. My daughter is calling me. I will answer that tomorrow. How about that? Do you think you can wait that long? Patience my dear patience :)
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| anepalikt |
Posted
on 18-Nov-02 11:40 PM
I think as a writer one ought to be honest or at least be damn good at pretending. Hehe
Well said!!
Ani Dickinson ta amazing cha!! She is one of my all time favorites!! Her language so clipped, yet so lyrical. Her observations so astute, her vision so keen, almost frigtening, hoina!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 06:55 AM
NK
The one and only Dickinson and her style of writing....amazing! Thanks for the bonus two poetries. I have "graced" your thread re? Trust me, I have "graced" it with candidness, no sarcasm this time! And my sarcasms are not dressed in "smirks and smiles" and as suna and slipknot say: they drip with poison (if I feel the need to do so).... drrrip, drrrip, drrrrip...:) But not this time. Again, I have read your writings, and the endearing quality remains the same in all...honesty!
Anepalikt
You are no doubt a firebrand with a good heart (and a big mouth to boot!! :P), quick to laugh and quick to yell!.....very few are blessed with such :)
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| Suna |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 07:26 AM
NK luv
Patience is not a virtue I possess, but let me be the first to let you know that while I am GENTLY :) gliding into old age, I find myself being more and more patient! HOW unsunakhariish! ;) But I guess thats what they mean by mellowing and ripening with old age :)!
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| Suna |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 07:33 AM
And again, Sitara, I am mellowing with old sajha age here. (I got there NK!!)
I feel like I am watching all these eggs, tomatoes AND flowers being thrown at me and I'm not fazed!!
:)
lets move on shall we?
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| NP |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 08:22 AM
NK Ji,
Good poem. I admire Emily Dickinson too, but not a great fan.
Sitara Ji,
One good thing I have noticed that you grace every single threads you interested in;) That's why Sajhabasis love you. no mockery here :)
When You came into my thread
The redolence of joy filled my day;
Ani ummm..........!!!
Well..my poems are never understood...
So I am NP - Neverunderstood Poet;)
Suna,
If I am not mistaken, you're dire actress in Sajha. They must have thrown you red ROSES with prickly stems;) But, Eggs are good source of protein:)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 08:32 AM
Suna
I don't think you are getting any older...it is your choice to remain young or grow old. But maturity comes with tolerance... And I have watched you neatly step over (sometimes on:) the tomatoes and eggs! :)
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| Suna |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 08:37 AM
Neverunderstood Poet
dire actress bhaneyko k? I forgot to mention that with my diminishing youth, my command of anglais is fast failing me but I blame that all on San for letting us double-click! :)
Roses with thorns katti phyakya thio but I accepted them all the same :) gracious that I am! heheh
The eggs I wiped off me to make omlettes! :)
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| anepalikt |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 09:31 AM
Sitara le malai big mouth rey... haha!! That is funny! As I said to someone else today.. takes one to know one. :P
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| Soleil |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 09:46 AM
anepalikt jyuu.....ruck ko thread ma ta nikkai thulo swor ma defend gardai hunu hunthyo ta..yehan chai ke gari ra? sano mukh chha bhanera dekhako? hehehhehe
No pun intended:)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 10:06 AM
Anepalikt...
He he ! absolutely! Big mouth few words! ;)
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| NP |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 10:16 AM
How big? This big...that big?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 10:30 AM
NP..
:P This big!! ;)
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| NP |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 10:40 AM
Sitara Ji
I need precise measurement so that I can order a ZIPPER..... :O
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 11:02 AM
la mero pabni euta kabita.. ma pani euta sano-tino kabi.. kliving in kathmandu brings out the kabi in you re kya last ma:
j nahunu thiyo, tyahi vayo
j hunu thiyena tyahi vayo
kasari kasari jasle rachyo yo khel
bujhyo tyasaile nabujhne aru kasaile
najanine nabujhine yo khel kasto
khelai yesto jo nabujhne najanne kasaile
yesaile tyasaile chadera yatna bujhne
aau khelau khel yo kasaile nabujhne
i know its awfully hard to read nepali in roman lip, and the poem is awful.. but you read it and are wondering what the heck this means, then THANK YOU.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 11:11 AM
Isolated Freak ji
Nice....ali confusing but fits my musings, bewilderment and chaotic state of mind!
:)
NP...
ZIP IT hajur!!!!!!!!!!
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 11:31 AM
yeah, its called "freaky state" of mind.
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 11:35 AM
yeah, its called "freaky state" of mind.
".. but you read it and are wondering what the heck this means, then THANK YOU. "
read this as: but if you read it and are wonderinfg what the heck this means, then Thank You.. you too are on your way of becoming a freak :-)
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| najar |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 11:57 AM
means i am on my way of becoming a freak too?!! wow, prediagnosed for free :)
Thanks IF!!!
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 12:04 PM
yeah, i am trying to help nepalis save money :-)
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| najar |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 12:09 PM
How very nice of you IF, next time i am in nepal i will buy you a packet of Rara chauchau ( read somewhere its your fav noodle) for the generosity you have bestowed upon nepalis :)
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 12:27 PM
yes rara chau chau my fav cahau chau
and a bottle of carlseberg to go with that chau chau, huncha?
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| NK |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 03:25 PM
What the heck is going on here? Nobody is posting any poetry? khali guff matra? :)
By the way, have you all been following the thread 'Congratulations Gyanwali...?' I am like what in the world...? These men!
Anyway, Isolated Freak, my my. What has gotten into you? poetry after poetry. I am surprised our Nepe has not come after you to brand a HMG agent because you are confusing us by posting poetry about 'not understanding.' I think there is a political slant there. and I think you are supporting king in that poem. no? hehe :)
Suna, I think you know now who this "Rob" is. Blame it on Dilasha :)
NP thanks. [I don't want to address anybody with jiu. once was enough. and sitrara was the lucky one. :)]
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| Dilasha |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 05:41 PM
Nice poems NK. Refreshing indeed!
**Words, you win my heart
And you wound me!**
liked this part.
So you're also an admirer of Whitman? Speaking of Whitman, Adam, a friend of mine who was a Whitman fanatic brought his book of poems to my apt. one day and my roommate and I chose a verse from one of Whitman's poems which is the only part I know by heart. And that verse we chose was for our Personal greeting in our Answering Machine which went like this:
Stranger, if you passing meet me
And desire to speak with me,
Why should you not speak with me?
And WHY should I not speak with you?
LEAVE A MESSAGE!!
But then our other roommates didn't like it so they erased it after a couple of days :(
Ani Dickinson ko ta k garnu kura. She is the queen of poetry who captures the heart and soul. here's one of my favs.
MY river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I ’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks,—
Say, sea,
Take me!
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 06:12 PM
Wow, finally found Dickinson fans here. I adore her simplicity of language and "incomparability" of vision.
Whitman is "Oh, captain, my captain!" of course!
NK-ji, we meet at last! :)
Dilasha, as always, our interests converge yet again.
In peace.
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 19-Nov-02 08:52 PM
Anyway, Isolated Freak, my my. What has gotten into you? poetry after poetry. I am surprised our Nepe has not come after you to brand a HMG agent because you are confusing us by posting poetry about 'not understanding.' I think there is a political slant there. and I think you are supporting king in that poem. no? hehe :)
Suna, I think you know now who this "Rob" is. Blame it on Dilasha :)
NP thanks. [I don't want to address anybody with jiu. once was enough. and sitrara was the lucky one. :)]
___
NK :-0. i am also tryimng to bring the kabi in me to sjaha board.. at least discussing poetry or reading it is much miore refreshing than channeling my energy to never ending arguments, hoina ta?
at least kabis here seem to be more connected to the ground realities than the intellectuals. kabis are supposed to be in their lala land and write lalka poms, but it seems quite the opposite here.. k bhanney, kabis and kabitas touch the reality, politicians, would be politicians and self-dedclared democrats have become kabis by denying the reality..
khoi k ho... kali yug?
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| NK |
Posted
on 20-Nov-02 03:20 PM
hey there not-so-simple SimpleGal, our path finally converged. Even though I have not stepped on "your"thread, I have been reading your posting keenly. Sajha is sajha because of people like you. And Dilasha, the warm aspect of Sajha, too bad your roommates could not appreciate that. WEll, if the world was full with people like us -- well, there would not be any thread like that Gyanwali thread, no? :))
Welcome to the real world IF. But I think THAT is also a real world. Ego, b ig ego, even bigger ego and unfinished "work." The vendetta, the revenge, the avenging poster!! ;)
rest later.
ps whrere are the rotten eggs by the way?
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| bhedo |
Posted
on 20-Nov-02 04:54 PM
Dang, what's going on in here? A lesbian pool party?
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| NK |
Posted
on 20-Nov-02 10:02 PM
bhedo, if you were looking for transvestite (not that there is anything wrong with it) pool party, definitely, this is not. how are the hormone injection coming along bhai/bahini?
[;)]
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 21-Nov-02 03:54 PM
Gleaming from above
After tempestuous night
Light from far away
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 21-Nov-02 04:26 PM
Bhedo still following the scents of da wimmin!!! :)
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| bhedo |
Posted
on 21-Nov-02 04:59 PM
transvestite: A person who dresses and acts in a style or manner traditionally associated with the opposite sex
transsexual: One who has undergone a sex change.
I think NK meant transsexual, not transvestite.
But hey, if you really wanna know, I don't mind wearing a kilt.
Sitara, I only follow your scent these days.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 21-Nov-02 05:12 PM
The perfume I wear is "Fatal attraction" , bhedo... laced with pheromones! :)
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| bhedo |
Posted
on 21-Nov-02 05:28 PM
Sitara, I'm the male version of Poison Ivy (referring to batman). Don't worry girl, you'll come to no harm.
http://membres.lycos.fr/ivyslave/Diego/banners%20and%20buttons/ivy3a.jpg
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| NK |
Posted
on 21-Nov-02 09:56 PM
I shut my eyes tight
in a frigid night
I collect stars in my
both hands
I hold moon in my
long arms
I shut my eyes tight
in a tranquil night.
(rusty, your poem inspired me to think about stars and moons. that is all)
I stand,
In a moonless night.
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 11:41 AM
NK,
I shut my eyes tight
in a tranquil night.
Then....
Clouds swelled like silver flags
Stream out above the tattered crags
Dark shadows cast across the sky
stars vanished into the nigh.
Silhouette against the shade
with moonlight as it's facade.
Dancing branches swaying in the breeze
two stolen kisses in the shadows of the trees.
The wind howls and swirls the limb
of branches in the wind.
The moonlight silhouetted against the sky
will cast it's spell on you and I.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 12:39 PM
wah wah Rusty ji,
Kya mara! :)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 02:03 PM
Sitara, Kya teer mara....
Ghayal hi hogaya...aaaauch!!
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| slipknot |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 02:07 PM
Mero pani jawos...
=====================
The contours on your bed I left
Carved in restful sleeps
Tell of prurient nights before the lull
Why did you always choose the left side?
I do not know, nor can I recall
Why you wept everytime at the summit
Your nails, deep into my skin,
Holding me tight--
The marks I still carry, like the moon
Smeared with dark lines,
In your grip, while in your long arms!
I do not recall
How we said good bye
Nor any tears that trickled from your eyes
Time has eased the pain and age, the memory,
New faces, new smiles, new agony
Give meaning to a new day, new life.
As I sit here, reminiscing in the past,
I see you caressing the right side of your bed
Eyes shut tight in a frigid, tranquil night
You drift to the window, staring at the sky
Collecting stars in your hands,
Standing alone in a moonless night!
=========
Peace!
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| NK |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 02:53 PM
[sigh!]
I will try to come up with a poem or two tonight. How come you two are so good when it comes to write "love poems?"
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| najar |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 02:56 PM
haamro rusty ta 'tear kabi' banna "this" close aba, hoina? good work!
NK, S-knot, nice poems up there!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 03:04 PM
Slipknot ji...
Hai hai kya hogaya????????? Me too Sigh (NK style)!!!
Ke ho tyasto heart broken? lau na hajur kasto chitta nai phootyo...reading your tragic poetry.... :)
Nice, Nice!!!
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| Yatree |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 03:08 PM
Very nice going here.
Keep it (at least) PG-13 though. Can't wait NK's posting.
:)
Peace!
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 03:24 PM
Looks like people are getting ready for poetry compitition!! I will take my time to READ your poems:)
SlipK, very nice poem!
Najar, K ma "runche kabi" re?? :o
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 03:25 PM
*competition
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| slipknot |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 04:54 PM
Ma chahi "Kamuk Kabi" hune tarkhar ma... Yatree bro, PG-13 ta atiee bhayo. You will have to didide my age by two and still I'll be over PG-13. Umer le diyeko ganthan, garnu nai paryo.
NK: Timrai inspiration. K garnu? :)
Rusty mero Poem lai ek Najar diyeko ma dhanyabad!
Nazar, mero poem lai Rusty nathaneko ma dhanyabad!
Sitara: Love parya bhaye po tragedy parnu. Aafu ta seedhai arranged marriage, aba chittai Mangsir ma. Baru mero janma kundali pathau ki timro ghar tira? :)
Namaste!
Om Shanti!
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| Yatree |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 05:05 PM
Ok, Slipknot. Go to R-rated if you like. Censure le pass garchha hola.
But, mind you: naabaalak haru le pani sunlaan nee daandaa ko tuppa baata chichyayeko.
Ani timro Phalaana le gharko kura baahira lagera bhanchha bhanera thataula hai. Just be careful out there. Jyan jogaunu.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 05:20 PM
Slipknot ji....
kyaaaaaaaaaaa pheri arranged marriage ko kura?....I'd like to get my hands on whoever started that rumour!!!
On second thoughts, your Poem looks SOFT PORN!!!
Malai ta Darai lagyo!
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| slipknot |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 05:22 PM
Yatree, FYI, it was just a product of a "delusional" mind. No story telling, nor a recital of any anecdotes, nor a rumination of the past-- pure fiction, I am entitled to the idiosyncrasies of my mind. If your eyes can't bear the intensity,
"[You] shut [your] eyes
In a tranquil tight.." :)
Om Shanti!
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| slipknot |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 05:26 PM
Sitara ji: If I told you it was "Me" who started the rumor, would you like to get your hands on me? Hehe.. Just jiskying.. dunno who started it all.
:)
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| Yatree |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 05:30 PM
Ok, Whatever.
Sitara: Pahile "Sigh" garchhau ani "Dar Lagyo" bhanchhau. :-]]
All in jest,
Peace
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 05:39 PM
slipknot dai (u referred to me as bhai somewhere else re kya ;)
very vivid poem indeed....khoi..searching for right words to compliment..very hard to find!mmm bravo!
oohi, intellectually deprived ;)
oys
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| slipknot |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 07:31 PM
Oys bhai (Yes, bhai.. umer le danda katne bela bhaisakyo mero)
Thanks, and I have heard good things about you. Oh boy, don't you wish a girl would come up to you and say that to you? I do. :)
Peace!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 07:43 PM
Slipknot ji
How dare you spread such a rumor?????????
AND if I/when I get my hands on you..... Your delusional mind will suffer from Paranoia!!!!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
kyaaaaaaa kaam napayeko, hajur!
:)
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| NK |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 09:56 PM
It is not hard to say good bye
Thursting hair-pin back,
I put my hair in a neat pile.
Some renegade strand,
Might have freed itself ,
From the tyranny of the pin.
Moon, hung low and calm,
Plays peek-a-boo with,
Playful cloud abound,
Peeks from one corner
Of my window,
Disappears in my doorway.
Dimple in your cheek,
Teases your long eyelashes.
Stillness aftermath storm,
Sheet the eyewitness.
Moon still playing peek-a-boo,
Touches your neck,
Ever so softly.
Casts a long shadow,
Before saying goodby,
In the sea of cloud.
[I know this poem is not a good one, but before I went to bed I wanted to write something.]
And what is this - arranged marriage? who and where whose???? how come I was not in the loop? :))
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| taha cha |
Posted
on 22-Nov-02 11:22 PM
NO ONE KNOWS
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No one knows
when the bird will sing
when the sea will be calm
when the rain will stop
all I hear is distress signal far away.
No one knows
when the mountain will give way
when the river will be gentle again
when the peak will be in my reach
all I see is a storm.
No none knows
when the Buddha will shine in each of us
when we raise our hand in favor
when we will learn to respect others
when others are treated as brothers
all I feel is hatred.
But I know
the storm will wash away
the path will lead the mountain
the Buddha in us will not be quiet
and we all will be free
then all I feel is peace.
(written over the distress in Nepal and all over the world)
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| slipknot |
Posted
on 23-Nov-02 04:14 PM
A moonless night,
You stand by the window,
Dew forms on garden flowers
As they smile at you,
A moon without blemishes.
Memories jostle loud
Lurking corners of winding lanes,
The moon and its peek-a-boo,
Rumpled satin sheets,
A simper flushes the empty room.
Yet another traveller
Lost in memoirs of a well-travelled self,
Traces his dark lines of wounds
Itched in your memory,
Your goodby without sorrow.
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Thaha Chha: Nice poem there brother... Lets hope for that day! And work towards it to somehow.
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Peace!
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 23-Nov-02 05:35 PM
NK Ji
Very nice poem. I will soon write one for you.
Thaha Cha,
You just pioneered the way of peace and harmony in sajha.
Slip Ji,
Also, I am impressed by your lukeko prativa. You can be a great poet:)
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| krishna |
Posted
on 23-Nov-02 06:12 PM
LOST IN LOVE
ask a dove, how hard it is to be away from the loved one,
ask the bee, how hard it is to be without a queen,
ask the soil, how hard it is to be without water,
if you know what i mean, just feel the pain inside me....
people say I am crazy, yes i am...so what??
live like an ant, love like a dove,
that is what i follow, and what i learned in life,
and when i get her, why shouldn't i love her to the fullest...
before i used to see life as a dead end, the end of days,
but now i value my life very important not for me, but for her,
before i used to see myself as dead and gone,
now i see my life as dead and alive..
this change of thoughts within myself came with her,
the extreme inner pleasure just to be with her,
i know my spring will come with her,
now all i wanna do is spend my life with her...
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| slipknot |
Posted
on 23-Nov-02 08:37 PM
Kishun ji:
I asked the dove, how hard it is to be away from the loved one?
He said, "Wtf do I know, I am always in louv!"
I asked the bee, how hard it is to be without a queen?
She said, "Goddamit fella, all I do is follow!"
I asked the soil, how hard it is to be without water?
It said, "I love water feller, but not when it's your pee!"
So I dunno what you mean, but pain yes, I can feel when mah b*#*# bites me!
:)
All in jest, Kisun ji, and yes, I liked your poem. Am glad you found love, my best wishes for you with your Radhika. :)
Peace!
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 23-Nov-02 10:58 PM
Raaam Raaaam, !!
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| NK |
Posted
on 24-Nov-02 07:16 PM
so kishunji, you in love, eh? lucky woman!
Thanks everybody [ I am thanking quite a few people tonight. I think my cranky mood has passed. Soon it will be full moon. ARe you all afraid? :)))]. I honestly think my poems here are mediocore at best but it is fun to play some sort of poetry dohari. Isn't it?
Kicked stones around
Made holes on soles
Cursed at birds flying above
I am madder than 'basi' of Raachi
I want to lie flat on the ground
You walked on and kiss it until I am knocked out!
Hey! I have even forgotten my name
forgot how to walk without being maimed
You should hear when I try to talk
I sound like a croaking crow with hole in its head
However,
I do remember the paved walk way
The winding road, the maddening wind
that used to blow in my mind
whenever I thought of you
whereever I tried to kiss you
Now,
I am in a dark place
Corner of a seething space
In an endless grind
Of a raging mind;
The bursting Sun
Threatens me with
Its shameless
Roundness,
Grins at me
Teeth baring
Toes curling
hair flying;
He wants to burn me,
Burn me,
Now tell me,
Now, do tell me,
Who will cry for me?
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| NK |
Posted
on 24-Nov-02 07:19 PM
Rusty(ji), yes, please do post some new poem.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 24-Nov-02 09:00 PM
NK...
Dayam woman !!! I got good shoulders to cry on...if you do not mind some girly company! :)
Slip ji
Do I detect Freudian Slips hajur? Slipping upon the nonslippery surfaces!!! :P
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| dailtone |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 08:22 AM
Bhijay ko sapna lai ankha ma bagau
Tadpinay saas lai maan ma jalau
Chiso cha sirani raat na dekhau
Ziwan ko pyas malai bujau
(express youself from going insane)
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| NK |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 10:32 AM
Hey there girlfriend! You sure though? I might ruin your beautiful sitara jadeko anchal. :)
[I wanted to write rap after watching 8 mile but it is not easy...]
In the meantime, I am trying to understand this last poem.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 11:37 AM
NK,
Here is the English translation of Dialtone's poem:
Wet dreams of mine, let flow from my eyes,
Asphixiated breathing, let cremate in my mind
Freezing is the pillow, show not the night
Thirst of life, let me consummate.
(so, let your desire flow before you go raving mad!!)
:P
Something very Freudian in this one too............. hmmmmm......... Dialtone ji...very nice though!! :)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 12:40 PM
NK,
After reminiscing the movie "8 mile" I watched the other day, you made me wack couple of raps on this rough track:p
So where's all the MAD Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats,
know that I was strapped wit gats
when you were cuddlin a cabbage Patch
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say but nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish- Eminem:p
Good thing about rap- "you don't have to understand to take pleasure in."
Well, a good poet can write raps/rhymes very easily. So, NK you can give a try:)
Also, let me translate the last poem. But, not now:p
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| NK |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 01:51 PM
Holy Cow! That was a good one. Thank you for the translation Sitara. I hope that is what she/he meant. You wanna hear a funny thing? I read her/his name as 'dalit one' as in ADAWAN, as in dalit woman. And, when I read your translation I read as 'Dial Tone' as in beeeeeeep. Then, I went back and read her/his name once more and it is actually 'D-a-i-l-tone. Well.
Rusty, I think ( I am kinda sure on this actually) rap is one of the most easily understood form of poetry. It rhymes (almost all the time) so that even a first grader can write and as in my cousin's case a ninth grader. Eminem's poetry (rapping) comes from his surrounding. He is an angry young man. Not like Amitabh Bacchan who ACTED as an "angry young man" and sang other people's songs and danced like a bakula.
A neglectful mother, a trailer park for a home and a dead end job. Penniless and voiceless. Eminem embodies the whole underclass. In his case he is far from voiceless. He is talented and damn good at that. So suck it up :P [i love this little 'p' thing]
It seems women of my generation are totally taken up by his charm (rap). I read a column my Maureen Dowd (NYTimes) how little boys and girls are embarrassed that their mothers like Eminem. They should be hating him.... There is somethng about Eminem and his rapping and rasping and hissing...
[yesterday, I horrified a bunch of m y friends when my husband disclosed I listen to Eminem, the rapper who threatens to rape his girlfriend and kill her...]Like I said he is a "ghetto" kid. What do you expect from him? A sermon on Buddha and his Middle Path? I don't think so. Besides he is a poet. Let him express his anger in the most (probably) despicable way. I don't have to love everything about him. I like his songs. ....Do I sound like his spokeswoman? So be it! :)
I wrote this little poem for my 3 year old daugher. Gunaji, I hope you will read this to y our daughter. My daughter liked it. :)
Carla and Me
Buzz buzz buzz
Buzzing busy bee;
It sat and sat on your
Triangular Tepee;
It ate us up
You and me;
It is round and round
Hasgurgling sound;
Squeashy
Mushy with all those honey
Has A big tooshie;
Oh help me!
Please help me!
We are in his tummy!
Is his tummy
Big enough
For you and me?
;)
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 01:59 PM
Nk turninmg into Dr. Seuss.. love that one.. k birsyo.. when i say i saw it in... street...
ramro cha.. ma pani bqachha jasto bhayera hola yo poem bujheko...aaru pani cha yesto mitho sajilo ramro.., i sure will be singing this to my bhanji when she gets here in 2 months.
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 02:08 PM
NK Jyu,
la ramro cha!! asaadhdhai ramro cha!! (Ramro kahile nai thiyenara?)
Malai ni rap lekhnu man laagya cha!!
Basera lekhnu parla.. re kyaa ajha...
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| Dilasha |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 02:19 PM
Folks, not that I post in Sajha regularly like some folks do, but just wanted to let you all know {in case you might be wondering where the hell i am :-)} that like Ashutosh, I too will be back in Sajha after a hiatus of three months and perhaps in a new avatar. Well, i've enjoyed reading you all, sharing with you what little knowledge i have. Thank you so very much for this wonderful experience of learning. I'll be helluva busy with pre and post graduation works (yes i'm graduating in four weeks!) then perhaps will be travelling to the east and the west coast for a couple of months before I start working which is yet another struggle. Anyway, before I sign off, I want to share with you all this poem which was inspired by a friend whose writings have been a great source of inspiration for me. Finding it appropriate for this thread, i want to dedicate this to all the great literary tigers and tigresses of Sajha and wish you all the very best in all your endeavours!!
Regards,
Dilasha
******************
Words
A smooth flow of thoughts assembled
Then you pass it on to me
In your words I lose myself;
And that my dear is the beauty
Your words enrapture me
Like the soft zephyr that brushes my skin
'tis so refreshing
Lost in the labyrinth
This mystery so enchanting
When I'm submerged in the ocean of reality
Your words pull me to the surface and make me dream
Immobile I remain...for a moment,then
I dance to the music played by your orchestra of words
I can feel the rhythm
The magical moment, such pure ecstasy
The collage you form evokes awareness
That which elevates me to a different level
And intoxicates me imperceptibly
Your passion is vivid so is your dream
Like precious pearls floating on a stream
And I plunge into it, picking them up
One by one...
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 05:38 PM
three sexy tires of my tyampoo disassembled
I try to remember which tire goes where
Out of frustration, I lose myself
And kick my tyampoo, no more "beauty"
Suddenly a thought captures me
Like a bulb of idea glows in the comics
I feel refreshing
Finding the Manual
this feeling is so enchanting ......................
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| chipledhunga |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 05:51 PM
Kalanki le kahile dekhi paani tyanki kholne kaam chodera tyampoo chalauna thaleko ho?
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 06:07 PM
Chiple jyu, paani ta bihana 5 baje po kholincha ta, dinbhari paani kholna kathmandu ma paani ni ta hunu paryo ni. Tyampoo ko part time job ke... hehe.. daily change huncha job pani... kahile ke kahile ke, haat mukh jodnai paryo....
Remember that song, i don't know who sang it...
"There's a big white lady on a big white doorstep
She asked her daddy and her daddy said "yes"
Has to give a little for the dollars that we get
Has to give a little - They say it's for the best
Somebody shouted
Maybe
But they kept on living from hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
So she ran to the arms of America
And she kissed the powers that be
And someone told me
(Someone told me)
That the gods believe in nothing
So with empty hands I pray
And I tell myself
One day
They just might see me..."
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| NK |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 08:39 PM
Dilasha, Is it really true that you and Ashu wink wink wink? :))
Hey have fun!
if, yes, you can say there is some Dr. suess-ey about this poem. reading too many of his books I guess. Please let me know how your niece finds it. you can even draw a big bee with a big fat stomach with you and she inside its tummy. how good are you? Can you draw? ")
Kalankisthan, good try. Not quite rap though. ::)
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| jayaa shamvho !!!! |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 08:42 PM
Aren't you guys tired of reading poetry ?
Here is a joke for refreshment !
Two Stupid guys are discussing one's upcoming wedding..."I'm not sure if my future bride is a virgin or not."
His buddy replies, "Oh, there's an easy test for that. All you need is some red paint, some blue paint and a shovel.
You paint one ball red and one ball blue. On your honeymoon, if she laughs and says 'Those are the funniest balls I've ever seen!' You hit her with the shovel
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| NK |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 08:48 PM
lame joke,if imust say so. but thank you for trying to perk us up.
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| NK |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 08:57 PM
forgot my smiley face
:))
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 09:16 PM
Samboo,
are you gonna illustrate your joke with some pics...LOL
That way we won't have to read your words:)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 09:18 PM
Actually, mortified words;)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 09:41 PM
Rusty hehe that was a good one!
Sorry was multitasking yesterday! :)
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| taha cha |
Posted
on 25-Nov-02 11:09 PM
Slipknot/Rusty,
I am so glad you liked my thoughts/poem.
Here is another one for you two.
I NEED RAIN
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The sky is dark
The lake is dry
The cloud is light
There is no sign of rain.
The sun will come tomorrow
But with more heat and pain,
The moon might come tomorrow,
But there is no sign of rain.
Spring came and went
Monsoon came and went
The sun is there all the time
I am thirsty I need rain.
I can see the cloud full of rain
Glooming on the horizon
I hope it is not just my imagination
The sun is still there challenging my existance
I am thirsty for water I need rain.
Please go away,
I do not need your sympathy.
Please do not talk to me,
I do not need your philoshopy,
All I need is water,
I will welcome your efforts for rain
I am dying of thirst I need rain.
[Sorry! The distress all over the world has dominated my thinking :-)]
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| vivid |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 05:10 AM
Just a try!
As I pass by:
Brisk morning,
Misty canals,
Senesced leaves,
Carpets all along,
Brittle twigs,
Give way,
As I pass by,
Sea gulls soaring,
High and low,
Dips and flips,
Feeding so,
Happy,as can be,
As I pass by,
Thoughts arose,
Why do I brood?
When all I have,
Is 'Today',
Thus,
I shed a smile,
Though, for a while,
WELCOME!
A new day, yet to be gone!
Kalanki jui ko sabda ma bhannu parda, JPT kavita hai!
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| kalankisthan |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 05:26 AM
NK Jyu,
Please don't call my poetry a RAP. "I have two small small children". Don't give me heart attack in this age. I am not even married. please, that was not a rap. boooohoooooo!!(sob sob, NK jyu, ... do you have "hankie" on you that i can borrow to blow my nose... ah thanks... bhroooom!!)
well, to tell you the truth, i was just trying to modify Dilasha jyu's kabita in my own words, and Half way through I found her kabita really interesting, so I didn't like my idea of changing the words in her kabita and modify it to my stupid poem. (in other words JPT poem.... ) . So i stopped myself after two paragraphs,
Mercy! Mercy!! NK jyu.. after all i am just kala NK sthan -- didn't you say that??
kala-NK-sthan means that there is little bit of you in me, you know, technically, ... ahh, literally... so i tend to write some poems due to the effect of NK in my name ni...
(i am sure NK jyu is saying, yo kalanki lai katti pyaar pyaar pyaar garna audo rahecha bhanera... right)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 06:12 AM
Kalanki ji
oho kasto ramro kabita...!
Vivid ji and thaha cha
very nice! Everyone is a good poet out here!
Have a nice day all!!!
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 06:22 AM
Sitara Jyu,
No wonder,
Sometimes your razor sharp words, cut like a blade.
You have a nice day too!!!
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 08:28 AM
NK,
Very nice rhyme you wrote for your daughter. I am glad that you’re not utterly against Eminem. I think this is irrelevant topics to talk in this thread, but as you said rhymes/raps are a form of poetry. So, why not talk about Eminem:)
Yes, I agree that Eminem’s poetry mostly comes from his own life and surrounding; and yeah, there are several songs about the murder of the mother of Eminem's daughter, Hailey. In a song, I believe the rapper, along with the daughter, removes the corpse from the trunk, and, together, they bury the late mommy: "Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock? We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock."
His rap reeks of misogyny (hatred of women), profanity, and an obsession with sex and drugs. However, I think that he's the most talented rap artist ever. I honestly don't think that you could come out and say all those filthy words that he uses in his raps. I know for sure that I cannot. Besides, it's not like he's actually a psychopath killer, or mentally whacko. Music is his way of venting gloom or glee, just like writing on here alleviates your stress, it's the same thing for him. He just have different ways and attitudes to humiliate other celebrities and others.
As you mentioned how little boys and girls are embarrassed that their mothers like Eminem. I don’t know the fact about that, but I haven’t heard any real story and statistics about people, who’re influenced by his raps, acting crazy like what he does in his songs. So far as I remember, he has been on the top of hip-hop list since the fall of 1998 after the release of song “My name is”. People have reasons to get offended by his music, but I personally find lots of hilarity/funniness in his songs. Sometimes, I think he’s taking full advantage of “freedom of speech.”
Is Eminem my role model? No, he’s not.
You said rap was one of the most easily understood forms of poetry. Yes, it is. That’s why hip-hop music has become a popular music over the past few years. As hip-hop has evolved over the 17-20 years, its fan base dramatically broadened. Not only its area of influence broadened, but the race and ethnicities of hip-hop lovers have also.
The only hip-hop artist who could write and sing a true poem was 2Pac. I admire most of his lyrics.
More later....
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 08:33 AM
Sitara,
LTNC...how's life treating ya? You and your multitasking:s
Rust:)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 11:11 AM
Kalanki ji
:( When have I ever been sharp with you? jhan paani khane nihun ley hajur ko ghar ma aaoonla bhandai chu!
kyaaaaaaaaaa.... What a rejection of my gentle self! :(
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-Nov-02 12:25 PM
NK, here is one for your daughter:
Fuzzy Wuzzy waz a bear,
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair,
Fuzzy Wazzn't so Fuzzy,
Now, Wazzzzzzzzzz he?
:)
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| NK |
Posted
on 27-Nov-02 03:00 PM
:)
Sitara, Not my daughter but my husband likes this. :)) He recites this "verse" whenever he is driving.
Rusty, Seems like we are on the same page re Eminem. Yes about 2Pac (rest his soul in peace). He writes beautiful poetry.
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| Hari Bansha Acharya |
Posted
on 28-Nov-02 12:39 AM
Maile pani *Angreji* ma kabita lekna janeko chu. K thaneko cha timiharo le huh! Timi haro matra Angreji ma kabita lekhne. Nepali Kukkur ko Angreji bhukai????????????
Ma hijo auta taruni sanga date ga ko ta yesto bhayo. La suna.
The dating game is a difficult one, it's been ten years for me,
But tonight's the night for me to express my femininity.
I'll start gettin' ready early, there's so much to be done
To prepare myself for this wondrous event, so in union we will be one.
I'll make a list, that's what I'll do, the preparation a must,
Wash me hair, shave me chin; Oh, I'm just fillin' with lust.
I'll wax me legs and trim me twat, an' plait me underarms too.
This date's a first but I'm sure to impress, yes he's the one that I'll woo.
Now for the big decision, will I wear knickers or not,
Will he see me as ice maiden cool or think I'm luscious and hot?
I'd better pamper me pussy so she'll purr right through the night
And I think I'll prop me boobs up, a cleavage would look a sight.
Yes, me bright red bra with the underwire, it's sure to make him swell
Me in me sexy underwear will send him straight to hell.
Gee wizzies I'm so nervous, me stomach's tied in knots
Me bowels are fairly churnin', I hope I don't get the trots.
I wonder what he'll look like, maybe a cowboy, rough but smart
Big ears, big nose and big riding boots, cause' I'm just a cowgirl at heart.
We could pretend we're at the rodeo riding them wild beasts,
Then we could have midnight snack, body chocolate a sumptuous feast.
Well, I know you fellas are disgruntled that it's not gonna be one of you
But if you want to win one like me, here's what you gotta do…
Whisper sweet nothin's in her ear, a little romance to bait her
But there's a time and place for everything so leave the tongue 'till later.
Cuddle and caress her for she's a goddess to be sure
And she'll grab you by the family jewels and lock the bloody door.
But in the meantime, it's now my turn, this one is just for me,
'Cause tonight's the night for me to express my femininity.
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| KALANKISTHAN |
Posted
on 29-Nov-02 08:08 AM
haribansha jyu,
ke angreji ma Falaki raa ni
hazur ko nepali ma classic Rasrangi Geet jaawosh na...
Hamri aama saarai nai baathi chin... jasta gazal jaawosh na.
Aba, bhuwan KC le college student ko role garera hune ho ra?
ani ke ho? naam chai hari bansha acharya re... mardana naam... kabita chai "night for me to express my femininity" re.. kya ho kyaa ho...
hyaaa@!@
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 30-Nov-02 12:52 PM
OK, I am on a postimng spree here at sajha:
here's a peom that a friend wrote after seeing someone he liked and fell in love for, for more than 7 years (on and off). he says, he wrote it after attending her marriage party.. khoi k ho k ho..anyway, he's quite shy to post it, so i am his mouthiece...
saumya muhar ma rato tika
rato saree aani gar-gahana
ra ma tira kendrit euta lachar najar
usko herai ma
na ta maya thyo
na ta ghrina thiyo.
ma k garna sakthe ra
na runa, na hasna
siwaya mukdarsak bhayera ramita herna
subhakamana lida
dhanyabad dida
basda ra uthda
othma kritim muskan layye pani
aankha le ta satya dekhayekai thiyo
aani mera aankha bata jharna lageka
aansu lai chekna
mero kalo chasma thiyo.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 01-Dec-02 11:12 AM
Isolated Freak ji
Touching!
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| Garibjanata |
Posted
on 01-Dec-02 11:30 AM
That dawn will come,
When from centuries of darkness,
When the shroud of night will go away,
Clouds of sorrow will melt,
Ocean of happiness will glimmer,
Sky will dance with joy,
Earth will sing couplets.
We are living to see that great morning for ages,
and dying everyday to see that morning,
To see that dawn we have poison everyday,
We wil then be able to drink the nectar of happiness,
when that dawn comes.
Right now your and mine desire is worthless
Even dust has some worth but there is no
value for human life,
When human's respect is no longer measured in
money,
That morning will certainly come someday.
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 01-Dec-02 09:46 PM
Wa wa:)
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| NK |
Posted
on 02-Dec-02 02:01 PM
\W\ol9.\W
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| dailtone |
Posted
on 02-Dec-02 03:08 PM
Hassai mero dhuwa ma cha
Sathi uni harayk saas ma cha
Ek lo maan khusi nai cha
Ankha mero badal ma cha
Harayk saangeet boli ma cha
Shiva ratri mero aula ma cha
jai saambho
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