Fuzon: Mera Saiyan (Lost in translation: One)

Saawan beeto jaaye piharwa
mann mera ghabraaye
Aiso gaye pardesh piya tume
chaain humein nahin aaye
Mora saiyan bmose bolay naa
Mein lakh jatan kar haari
Lakh jatan kar haar rahi!

Tu joe nahin toe aise piya hum
Jaise soona aangna
Naain tihari raah nihare
Nainan ko tarsaao na
Mora saiyan bmose bolay naa
Mein lakh jatan kar haari
Lakh jatan kar haar rahi!

Pyar tumhein kitna karte hai
Tum yeh samaj nahin paogay
Jab hum na honge toe piharwa
Bolo kya tab aaoge
Mora saiyan bmose bolay naa
Mein lakh jatan kar haari
Lakh jatan kar haar rahi!

Lost in translation (I am still working on it):

Monsoons are getting over, darling
My soul is in torment
You have so gone to foreign land, my love
I know peace in no moment
My beloved is not talking to me
I have tried a million times, defeated
A million tries and being defeated!

Without you, oh my love I am as if
A lifeless, lonely courtyard
My eyes wait on your path
Make my eyes pine no more
My beloved is not talking to me
I have tried a million times, defeated
A million tries and being defeated!

Oh how much do I love you
You might never comprehend
When I won't be my darling
Say, will you come then
My beloved is not talking to me
I have tried a million times, defeated
A million tries and being defeated!

Elizabeth Barret Browning: Selected Romantic Poetry:)!

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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XIV

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day--
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

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A Man's Requirements


I
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

II
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.

III
Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest grantings;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven's truth be wanting?

IV
Love me with their lids, that fall
Snow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.

V
Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely -- open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot, --
Hearing one behind it.

VI
Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur 'Love me!'

VII
Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living -- dying.

VIII
Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.

IX
Love me pure, as muses do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true,
As a winsome lady.

X
Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.

XI
Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable,
I will love thee -- half a year --
As a man is able.

She is just a rumor!

She doesn't really exist,
* she is just a rumor!
We have never met,
* I really donot know her!
Yet I strive and strain,
* suffer with a sweet pain!
Aching each day to meet,
* her sashaying down the street!
My love is quite abstract,
* has blossomed without contact!
And without rendezvous is withering,
* unwanted, unclaimed, worthless!

Will you call me tonight?

Will you call me tonight
For your happy sound
Lights up a dozen candles
In my dark, lonely room
And in the soft glow
Of your spoken words
My life launches into
A lively, poetic imagery!

Will you call me tonight
And silence the bassdrums
Of my unsettled heart
By you nonchalant chuckles
And in the lyrics of
Your evanescent words
About trivial incidents
Whisper me a lullaby!

Snippets of random poetry (my own)!

In glowing blushes
Your red cheeks are embers
That scorch my eyes!
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For all the yearning
Your face can produce
I should muster courage
And to your offer refuse
For if, my lady, I stay today
Nothing will ever take me away!

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He caught a dream
On the palm of his hand
And with index finger
Crushed it till it left
Just a cold memory
On an angry surface!

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Like her parched lips
Her memories too
Have lost the flavor of
Rosy, juicy delight
And like shades of grey
That her head bears
My feelings for her
Have dimnished, darkened!

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Incidentally, I do not love her
In spite of what you make out of
My continuous desire to talk
To her laughing eyes
Or my persistant attempts
To walk by her side
As the cool breeze fills
My heart with her perfume
And I do not think about her
Always as you seem to imagine
Though her thoughts cross
The trails of my imagination
As a comet that lits up
Bright sky for a lone watcher
Gazing into empty night sky!

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She always wrote to me
Her responses in poetry
And in slurs, served in blurs
Dismissed me absolutely!

Her rhyming was perfect
And verses quite abstract
Sentenced in no uncertainity
Rejections quite abject!

Using similies and pun
She composed for fun
Metaphorical associations
To leave me undone!

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Na Milti ho, Na milne ka prayaas karti ho!

Na milti ho, na milnay ka prayaas karti hoe
Mein karta hun koshish, toe parihaas karti hoe
Tumhaari awaaz phone par sunta hun jab bhi
Meri hridhaya par sau sau prahaar karti hoe!

Koi naraazgi nahin, toe yeh adaa kya hai
Koi kehta kyun nahin, ki meri khata kya hai
Ke kuch lamhe bhi tere mujko naseeb na hon
Kaun si uljhan hai tumko, kaho maajra kya hai?

Waise milney ki toe koi aisi zarurat bhi nahin
Humare raaste roz ek mod se gujarte tak nahin
Tum kuch pal kabhi kabhi humkadam banti rahi ho
Hamari hamsafar banogi aisi dikhti surat bhi nahin!

Doston mein dooriyan koi mainay nahin rakhti
Milnay na milnay se yaariyan nahin ghat-tea
Shayad mera bharam hai, yeh bura mausam hai
Tum mil hi jaati kahin agar roz barish na girti!

Murakh na hua mein, barkha nay waise kab kissko roka hai
Tum bebas ho, na isliye milti ho, ya meri soch ka dhoka hai
Kyun inn khayalon mein hun khoya, kyun yun hun bekaraar
Dekh tere na milnay ne bhi mujhe nikamma kar chodaa hai!

Wajib hoga tera khayal, tujse milnay ki khwaish de dil se mitaa
Nayi khushiyon ki basaa len nagari, jeenay laggay ab tere siwaa
Kal pukaarogi bhi toe bhi na ab hum nazar aayenge (gaur kijiye)
Shaheed hota hai teri berukhi ka ghayal, dekh yeh jalti uski chitaa!

Apropos for "A Cup of Tea" series!

As you take sip after sip of stanzas that I serve,
An array of characters will begin to emerge,
A hero will pine for his unrequited love
The heroine, her tea-bags of love, conserve,
How can without a third lead the story complete be
She will enter holding trays of twists and mystery
And while his parents nudge at his arms, he'll see
New colors of fate spread over his own artistry
As one spell shall break, another will take form
(There will be usual mishaps for the sake of continuity)
The heroine shall strike back, as it has to be
Tempting him into togetherness and infidelity
In all the chaos he will experience some joys unbound
And also the times of poetic pain or unsavory absurdity
But this is a trailer, a "tea-ser", full story remains to unfold
Drink on, to dregs shall I drag this episodic "Cup of Tea"!
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This experimental tea poems are seemingly savored less
But I am writing those just to hone and hype my prowess:)