you stupid bitch
I tore at your neck
New moon
lies
pretty
on dark clouds
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The smiling and grin and tear
In the cliche nights.
remembering - reminising (Almost)
the lighter days.
The lighter days like lighter
rains
fall softly
so softly
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There was scar
on your forehead
That Distinction.
I could smell smoke
in it.
Could taste heartbeat.
Stranger beats.
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In the falling
(Rhythmic - beats)
there is greater salvation
I have heard
and I remember
fitfully
How they danced
When soldiers fell
and fell
when an Empire crumbled
A thousand centuries later
in a brown crumpled text book
coffee stained.
Not in Rome.
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You wrote me one Poem
in Europe
Perhaps the only poem
ever written.
The drops of wine
long forgotten -
lay lingering on my lips,
and
I could see The Rein.
"Dearest"
You claimed (much later),
That you have never even seen,
the walls
and walls of Rein.
I was coloured by your scrawl.
I remember,
I had stoped breathing when you
looked. Across,
A small island in the centre.
You were that island
Did you think of me then?
Dearest
I was the wave.
Re: dvbzvzv
I never thought barbie was such a zalim...
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Translation for those who are linguistically challenged:
oh hazi ka*
wow:eek: what a beautiful piece of poetry :love:
waisay I love the other parts too…
so deep in meaning and so random in thoughts 
like when the poet says:
tumhaaraY maathaY par ik daagh hai
wah wah kiyaa kalaNk kaa teekaa lagaaaya hai peshaani par 
But I think the title of the thread is not so catchy…
it can be more attractive, should you name it sumzing like B.A. or M.B.B.S or A to Z .. etc 
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I feel shattered, I feel betrayed;
What this illusion is..I always strayed.
What's the yearning, who you are?
Eons passed, nothing could I made.
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Mellow are the faces, surreal the dreams,
To get to you, seeking out the means.
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Wandering the threshold of the unforeseen.
The drops of wine, long forgotten, lingering on my lips
embolden my deadened mind to face this nature's whips.
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edit:
you know what anwar
I am better than you. If it makes you happy to be a khota - then go ahead.
I for one dont need to get my kicks off the net - especially if that kick leaves me looking the moron as you have aptly illustrated. I hope the remainder of ur middleage remains eqally as blissful.
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much appreciated whmsical :-)
I like the composition of this line
=The drops of wine, long forgotten, lingering on my lips
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Yea! I loved that and this one too…
“A thousnad centuries later
in a brown crumpled textbook
coffee stained”
It’s got some quaint ‘Keatsian’ quality to it.
This is also good:
In the falling
there is greater salvation
I have heard,
…and fell
(Surrealism or automatic writing was cherished by rebels/iconoclasts. Some people found the ‘unexpected juxtaposition’ ‘meaningless’, but many modern literary giants have held the view that there’s much to be learnt from ‘subconscious’. A little knowledge of Freud’s theories would help people.)
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kiYaa phool jhaR rahai haiN zubaan say…
mukarrar 
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Although meri English bhi Kamzor hay … 
BUT As far as I could Get from it… It was Very good… Now May be Its good for me.. coz I dont konw wat Good it.. 
Tnx Hichki
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Shukrai, shaid hum sai aap be kuch seikh lai 
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Not only that whimsical - but a better grasp on the english language would help too. So long as real experts think my work is worth reading - why should one care about the inane babble of some illiterate moron. I lik ehowever that these illiterates hold me in high enough importance to open threads in my dedication. In their depleating wit however - they failed to make it amusing.
I choose purposefully to keep my work vague. I am not about to share/bare my soul on a public board. Just enough so that the flavour of the writting is known.
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I ate a cracker at noon.
It broke
and splintered.
Flying lightly.
Laying
all over my Frock
White.
With a pearl,
pearl necklace
and dainty dainty shoes.
A sword in my hand.
My frock.
was
My definition
Not a soul was told
That I.
I fight tigers
In Stilettos.
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symbol of object woman, she is not suppose to break hearts and even say no how can i expect her to be that zalim?
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jee
goo goo gaa gaa 
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get a job