poem166: nobody but you...
one warm April evening
the sun went down early
the seas swept away the castles
built for dreams to live in
the waves returned, hurried and eager
in the wet sands
they dug deeper
as if something precious was lost
but they returned
without their castles to peek into
without those walls to protect
life was like that
one day, you had everything
and by the evefall, everyone had left
the…
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//LAST CALL TO EVE//
We're too broke, too millennial, too young, too crazy
Too mad genius artist for the suits to write about us
Not until they find our note when we're gone
We wear too much clothes for them to cast us
And we have too much voices for families to buy us
But I keep this secret code of club to women like us inside my blouse
When you reach the door you'll be greeted by a witch resembling me
And you'll need to chant all your sins and believe they're
Your good deeds in chains with forced masks if you want in
You'll be asked to leave your pouch of tears, book of fears by the door
To shed your human skin and become the goddess
Who breathes fire and consumes them alive
Join in as we rehearse final murder plan
Act it out, draft it in, paint it all, call it art
Look at the torch we're holding, it is burning on the fossils of our childhood
Take it, let it ignite you and burn the list of your victims to ashes
/NO WONDER WE'RE NEVER OUT OF KOHL/
Repeat those names till the blueprint of our alibi fits on the tip of your tongue
Laugh it off, call it lyrics to the next hit or script
Of the psychological thriller someone left at your doorstep for
They thought you'll be perfect for the psych ward scene
Come, take my hand, the space ship is about to leave
Venus has been calling us for so long now, crying
The vapours have started to settle to form rings now
The moons are not able to unveil the eclipses
Come, we're about to take off to our home
We tried our best. These Martians, they don't deserve us.
We should have stopped at the 286th warning sign
We should have stopped when we came across our gutted bodies wrapped in torn saree
The bleeding vaginas, they called us.
Who were we bleeding for? Why were we bleeding?
We should have thrown our saviour complexes before entering earth
We should have let them die before they killed us.
So let's pick whatever is left of us and go home to mother
We did our best and now they deserve to rot motherless
Take this torch, Eve and hold my hand before it is too late.
But it is too late isn't ? Goodbye sister!
I'll use the last bit of my voice that is left
To pray to God, if he isn't dead yet, that death comes quick
-ASTHA
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FAMOUS POETS OF INDIA
India has been home to many renowned poets who have left an indelible mark on the world of literature. Here are some famous poets from India:
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941):
A polymath, Tagore was a poet, philosopher, musician, and playwright. He was the first non-European to be awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913 for his collection of poems, "Gitanjali" (Song Offerings). Tagore's work reflects a deep spiritual and philosophical insight.
Gulzar (Born 1934):
Sampooran Singh Kalra, known by his pen name Gulzar, is a versatile artist - a poet, lyricist, and film director. His poetry often explores themes of love, life, and human emotions. Gulzar has won numerous awards for his contributions to Indian cinema.
Mirza Ghalib (1797-1869):
A prominent figure in Urdu and Persian literature, Ghalib is celebrated for his profound and often complex poetry. His ghazals and philosophical verses continue to be cherished, reflecting his keen observations and deep insights into human nature.
Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949):
Known as the "Nightingale of India," Naidu was not only a poet but also a politician and an activist. She played a significant role in India's struggle for independence. Her poetry is characterized by its lyrical beauty and patriotic themes.
Kamala Das (1934-2009):
An influential English-language poet, Kamala Das wrote with frankness about love, sexuality, and the complexities of human relationships. Her work often challenged societal norms, making her a prominent voice in contemporary Indian literature.
Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1911-1984):
A Pakistani poet who wrote in Urdu, Faiz Ahmed Faiz's poetry is known for its revolutionary themes and social commentary. He received the Lenin Peace Prize and is celebrated for his contributions to both literature and progressive thought.
Agha Shahid Ali (1949-2001):
A distinguished Kashmiri-American poet, Agha Shahid Ali's work often revolves around themes of love, loss, and the cultural heritage of Kashmir. His poetry, deeply rooted in classical forms, has garnered international acclaim.
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क़ूवते लफ़्ज़
kuwate lafz akhir kanha jaanyekya Bas in panno me hi simat jaayeEhsaso ko kuch is kadar likhoRooh wa qalb me bas utar jaaye…
क़ूवते लफ़्ज़ अखिर कंहा जांएक्या बस इन पन्नों में ही सिमट जाएएहसासों को कुछ इस कदर लिखोरूह व क़ल्ब में बस उतर जाए..
“Rashid Ali Ghazipuri”
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fuck your poetry
fuck your Instagram poetry
what the hell's it ever done for me?
empty words written for likes and clicks
all you motherfuckers can suck my-
fuck your inspirational poetry
your shit's never inspired me
as if inspiration can grow on trees
was it worth becoming a lifeless zombie?
fuck your motivational poetry
disdain is all you'll get from me
shallow words only touch the minds
of the shallowest people you can find
fuck your attention-seeking poetry
you'll get no validation from me
meaningless platitudes are all you write
your literature's got no bite
fuck your commodity poetry
it all sounds the same to me
you sold your soul and sold your heart
you are the epitome of bad art
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I love hozier's "I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door" BUT "banke maala preet ki tere tan pe jhar jhar jaun" I'd become a garland of love and fall on your body and "tu hi toh jannat meri, tu hi mera junoon, tu hi toh mannat meri, tu rooh ka sukoon" you are the heaven for me, you're my passion, you are my prayers, you are my soul's bliss and "tere naam se ji lu, tere naam se mar jaaun" I'd live by your name, I'd die by your name and "hawaoon mein lipta hua main, guzar jaunga tumko chu ke, agar man ho toh rok lena, thahar jaunga inn labon pe" I'm tangled with the breeze, I'll pass away after touching you, if your heart wants it, then I'll stay with you on your lips
Hindi is the language of love and longing
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When Maulana Tariq Jameel said;
“Zameen tumhara kuch nahi bigaar sakti agar tumhara asmaan se taaluq mazboot ho.”
I felt that !
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A lot of poets and writers have written words which stab so deep into the heart that you will be left pleased to bleed indefinitely. But as a Bengali, a soft and homely corner in my heart will always be reserved for Rabindranath Thakur. A man so eloquent and gentle with words that I don't think that I've been completely able to grasp the gravity of his genius.
If you love someone else,
And if you never come back (to me)
I wish that you get what you desire
And all the sadness and misery be in my fortune
(Amaro porano jaha chaye, i,e. What my heart desires by Rabindranath Tagore)
>I did try to translate but English doesn't do much justice to his words, or maybe I am incapable of doing justice to his art. Nevertheless, my admiration for him is immense and to write about him is an honor.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. (Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore)
Feelings of all types have been explored by Gurudev. He has carefully held the fragility of the emotions and has trapped them in the pages of his book, so much so, that while reading you can feel them give you a warm embrace. For it requires complete mastery and a compassionate heart for the words to resonate decades later.
I would like to end this with the hope that you too are able to relish the delicacy that is Tagore's writing which indeed, is a privilege.
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there is something so compelling about this painting. perhaps it’s the depiction of freedom from the social constructs as the heroine is shielded from the peering eyes of any onlookers. cocooned in the haven of her privacy, she reclines on her plush cushion, experiencing the vastness of the sky in her own courtyard where she’s as free as the birds that fly by. liberating her chest from the discomfort of tight fabrics and strings that are as adamant as the rules & conducts people have sheathed her with outside this womanly space. in her solitude even the breeze passes her by silently, so as not to disturb these moments of peace. slurping on the hookah pipe and making smoke rings, she lets her mind wander as far as it can venture, for she wants even her imagination to run free. an assistant tends to her feet that probably ache from the daily burdens she carries — since from her gait to her gaze, the bend of her wrist to the tugging corners of her lips; all is but a matter of scrutiny when she partakes in the society. but mind you, she enjoys every bit of it, for she knows the otherworldly enchantments that her ethereal being possesses.
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Tumhari zameen se jo uthenge toh aasman honge
Fir naa jaane kitne labon se ham bayaan honge
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Rabindranath Tagore, Writer and Teacher, 1920.
©E.O. Hoppé Estate Collection.
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Shrimad Bhagavad Gita is fasting against the scriptures?
What does the Bhagavad Gita say about fasting?
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Got bored, wrote a poem lmao
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I love Taylor's "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?" BUT these are ✨ DIVINE✨"hothon se chu lo tum, mera geet amar kar do, ban jao preet meri, meri jeet amar kar do" touch my soul (me) with your lips, make my song immortal, become my love, make my victory immortal and "bin puche mera naam aur pata, rasmon ko rakh ke pare, char kadam bas char kadam, chaldo na saath mere" without asking me my name or my address, keeping the customs and traditions away, four steps, just four steps, walk with me please and "janam janam janam saath chalna yuhi, kasam tumhe kasam aake milna yahin, ek jaan hai bhale do badan ho juda, meri hoke hamesha hi rehna, kabhi na kehna alvida" lives, all my lives, walk with me like this, give me your promise to come and meet me like this, there's one soul among us even if our bodies are apart, stay mine forever, don't ever say goodbye and "barkha, bijli, baadal jhoothe, jhoothi phoolon ki saugatein, sacchi tu hai, sachha main huin, sacchi apne dil ki baatein" the rain, the thunder, the clouds are all liars, there are lies in the gifts of all the flowers, only you are true, and so are the conversations of our hearts
Hindi is the language of love and promise (2)
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