Poetry! =P

[knowitall10]

.....​

I shall be telling this with a sigh​

Somewhere ages and ages hence:​

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—​

I took the one less traveled by,​

And that has made all the difference.​

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.....​

This part is amazing...Robert Frost is awesome

 

[Nibz]

The Song of Quoodle​

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They haven't got no noses,​

The fallen sons of Eve;​

Even the smell of roses​

Is not what they supposes;​

But more than mind discloses​

And more than men believe.​

They haven't got no noses,​

They cannot even tell​

When door and darkness closes​

The park a Jew encloses,​

Where even the law of Moses​

Will let you steal a smell.​

The brilliant smell of water,​

The brave smell of a stone,​

The smell of dew and thunder,​

The old bones buried under,​

Are things in which they blunder​

And err, if left alone.​

The wind from winter forests,​

The scent of scentless flowers,​

The breath of brides' adorning,​

The smell of snare and warning,​

The smell of Sunday morning,​

God gave to us for ours​

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* * * * *​

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And Quoodle here discloses​

All things that Quoodle can,​

They haven't got no noses,​

They haven't got no noses,​

And goodness only knowses​

The Noselessness of Man.​

​

G.K. Chesterton​

 

[Hassaan Sami]

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

 

[ZaqZainab]

The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
,And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
By Alferd Tennyson

 

[knowitall10]

The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sally,And sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorps, a little town,And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways,In little sharps and trebles,I bubble into eddying bays,I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fretby many a field and fallow,And many a fairy foreland setWith willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may comeand men may go,But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out,with here a blossom sailing,And here and there a lusty trout,And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flakeUpon me, as I travelWith many a silver water-breakAbove the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on forever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots,I slide by hazel covers;I move the sweet forget-me-notsThat grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,Among my skimming swallows;I make the netted sunbeam danceAgainst my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and starsIn brambly wildernesses;I linger by my shingly bars;I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on forever.
By Alferd Tennyson

Awesome...
"..for men may come and men may go, but i go on forever.."

 

[knowitall10]

That Place.​

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It's that place where memories are engraved, not the mind,​

It's that place from where thoughts rush forth yet reside,​

It's a place which erupts with desires yet chooses to stay behind,​

A place that would stop and take a break but enjoys the life long ride..​

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It's what breaks and reforms, depending on the type of aid,​

At times a large ocean and at times a little pool,​

A place from where our past comes to us and begins to fade,​

A place which is clever at times but at others a complete fool..​

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It's this place where the single seed of Iman was meant to grow,​

It's this place where the Quran would provide the required light,​

A place where purity and wisdom would not let darkness shadow,​

A place where maturity will strengthen the grip around the Rope, make it tight..​

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Our heart.. The one and only place that's responsible of our destiny,​

Our heart. The one and only place where the day begins and ends with light,​

It's this place where the disease of sinning was eradicated by His Mercy,​

The only place where one is capable to attain hope, peace and the deserved right..​

​

He promised that He is closer to us than this place.. And the jugular vein,​

He loved us and accepted us for who we are and how we used this blessing,​

He listens to us intently, to every prayer we make, whenever we complain,​

He calms us down through the Words as tears begin to fall through what we're saying...​

​

Allah! The Most Merciful and the Most deservable of all praise,​

He knows us better than we do and has shaped our hearts to bear the worldy pain,​

Ar-Rahim and al-Wali! The Friend Who guides through every phase,​

It is He Who placed a rule book in there, to tell us from what we must abstain..​

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All we have to do is listen to our wailing hearts' demands,​

We are the constructors of their disruption and torture,​

Why do we not, just once, adhere to the Law and raise our hands,​

It's that one request that our hearts beg us to consider, the prayer..​

​

Before letting the thunder clouds overshadow the heart,​

Before letting the tsunami of desires destroy its contents,​

The Iman must grow and reshape our lives, part by part,​

Regret must invite itself and pour into the heart until it repents..​

​

Oh Lord! Let not night befall the peaceful land within this body,​

Let not the thunder bolt strike the already deep wounds apart,​

Forgive us, with Your Mercy, we bow to You with Humility,​

Give us a chance, Ya Rahim, to renew our faith and restart...​

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-knowitall10-​

Sunday, 15th Sept 2013.​

 

[Hassaan Sami]

Who wrote that poem?

 

[1357911]

A Place.



It's that place where memories are engraved, not the mind,
It's that place from where thoughts rush forth yet reside,
It's a place which erupts with desires yet chooses to stay behind,
A place that would stop and take a break but enjoys the life long ride..

It's what breaks and reforms, depending on the type of aid,
At times a large ocean and at times a little pool,
A place from where our past comes to us and begins to fade,
A place which is clever at times but at others a complete fool..

It's this place where the single seed of Iman was meant to grow,
It's this place where the Quran would provide the required light,
A place where purity and wisdom would not let darkness shadow,
A place where maturity will strengthen the grip around the Rope, make it tight..

Our heart. The one and only place that's responsible of our destiny,
Our heart. The one and only place where the day begins and ends with light,
It's this place where the disease of sinning was eradicated by His Mercy,
The only place where one is capable to attain hope, peace and the deserved right..

He promised that He is closer to us than this place.. And the jugular vein,
He loved us and accepted us for who we are and how we used this blessing,
He listens to us intently, to every prayer we make, whenever we complain,
He calms us down through the Words as tears begin to fall through what we're saying...

Allah! The Most Merciful and the Most deservable of all praise,
He knows us better than we do and has shaped our hearts to bear the worldy pain,
Ar-Rahim and al-Wali! The Friend Who guides through every phase,
It is He Who placed a rule book in there, to tell us from what we must abstain..

All we have to do is listen to our wailing hearts' demands,
We are the constructors of their disruption and torture,
Why do we not, just once, adhere to the Law and raise our hands,
It's that one request that our hearts beg us to consider, the prayer..

Before letting the thunder clouds overshadow the heart,
Before letting the tsunami of desires destroy its contents,
The Iman must grow and reshape our lives, part by part,
Regret must invite itself and pour into the heart until it repents..

Oh Lord! Let not night befall the peaceful land within this body,
Let not the thunder bolt strike the already deep wounds apart,
Forgive us, with Your Mercy, we bow to You with Humility,
Give us a chance, Ya Rahim, to renew our faith and restart...



-knowitall10-
Sunday, 15th Sept 2013.

Simply beautiful....

 

[knowitall10]

Who wrote that poem?

Which one? 'A Place'?
If yeah, then me.

 

[Hassaan Sami]

Which one? 'A Place'?
If yeah, then me.

You certainly do have a 'thing' for poetry.

 

[knowitall10]

You certainly do have a 'thing' for poetry.

Alhamdulillah..I love poetry. I represent myself through it..

 

[paradoX error]

Kaafi arsa beet gya hay
jany ab wo kaisa hoga.
Waqt ki sari karwi batein.
Chupke Chupke sehta hoga
Ab bhi bheegi barish mein wo
Bin chatri k chalta hoga
Mujh sey bichrey arsa beeta
Ab wo kis say larta hoga.
Acha tha jo saath hi rehtay.
Baad mein us ney socha hoga.
Apney dil ki saari batain
khud sey khud hi kehta ho ga.
Mujh sey bichrey arsa beeta
jaaney ab woh kaisa ho ga

 

[knowitall10]

Kaafi arsa beet gya hay
jany ab wo kaisa hoga.
Waqt ki sari karwi batein.
Chupke Chupke sehta hoga
Ab bhi bheegi barish mein wo
Bin chatri k chalta hoga
Mujh sey bichrey arsa beeta
Ab wo kis say larta hoga.
Acha tha jo saath hi rehtay.
Baad mein us ney socha hoga.
Apney dil ki saari batain
khud sey khud hi kehta ho ga.
Mujh sey bichrey arsa beeta
jaaney ab woh kaisa ho ga

WOW.

 

[paradoX error]

Aankhein khuli rahain gi toh manzar aur bhi ayengay
Zinda hai dil toh sitamgarr aur bhi ayengai

Pehchaan lo tamaam faqeeron kay khadd-o-khaal
Kuch log shab ko bhais badal kar bhi ayengai

Gehri khamosh jheel kay paani ko yun na chaidh
Cheenthay uday toh teri qabar par bhi ayengai

Khud ko chhupa na sheesha garon ki dukaan mai
Sheeshay chamak rahey hain toh pathar bhi ayengai

Aye shehr yaar dasht say fursat nahi — magar!!
Niklay safar pay hum toh teray ghar bhi ayengai

*Mohsin* abhi saba ki sakhawat pay khush na ho
Jhonkay yehi basoorat-e-sarr sarr bhi ayengai…

==
Badla na teray baad bbhee mozu-e-guftago”
“Tu jaa chuka hai phir bhee meri mehfalon mein hai”
==

 

[1357911]

Aankhein khuli rahain gi toh manzar aur bhi ayengay
Zinda hai dil toh sitamgarr aur bhi ayengai

Pehchaan lo tamaam faqeeron kay khadd-o-khaal
Kuch log shab ko bhais badal kar bhi ayengai

Gehri khamosh jheel kay paani ko yun na chaidh
Cheenthay uday toh teri qabar par bhi ayengai

Khud ko chhupa na sheesha garon ki dukaan mai
Sheeshay chamak rahey hain toh pathar bhi ayengai

Aye shehr yaar dasht say fursat nahi — magar!!
Niklay safar pay hum toh teray ghar bhi ayengai

*Mohsin* abhi saba ki sakhawat pay khush na ho
Jhonkay yehi basoorat-e-sarr sarr bhi ayengai…

==
Badla na teray baad bbhee mozu-e-guftago”
“Tu jaa chuka hai phir bhee meri mehfalon mein hai”
==

u write these yourself??

 

[paradoX error]

u write these yourself??

No,i dont ; it's just my taste ...

 

[knowitall10]

No,i dont ; it's just my taste ...

Your taste is epic that way

 

[1357911]

Is se pehle k ye duniya mujhe ruswa kar de ​

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Tu meri rooh , mere jism ko acha kar de ​

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Kis qadr toot rahi hai meri wahdat mujh main ​

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Ae meri wahdato’n walay .. mujhe yaq’ja kar de ​

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Ye jo haalaat hain mere, maine banaye hain magar.. ​

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Jaisa “Tu” chahta hai mujhe ab waisa kar de ​

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Mere har faislay main Teri raza shamil ho​

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Jo Tera hukm ho, mera irada kar de ​

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Mujhko wo ilm sikha jis se ujaala phelay ​

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Mujhko wo ism parha jo mujhe zinda kar de ​

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Zaya honay se bachaa le mere Ma’bood mujhko ​

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Ye na ho waqt mujhe khel tamaasha kar de ​

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Main musafir hoon so mujhe raas aye hain ​

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Meri manzil ko mere waastay raasta kar de ​

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Meri awaaz Teri Hamd se labraiz rahay ​

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Bazm-e-qonain main jaari mera naghma kar de​

 

[unicorn 25]

The Song of Quoodle​

​

They haven't got no noses,​

The fallen sons of Eve;​

Even the smell of roses​

Is not what they supposes;​

But more than mind discloses​

And more than men believe.​

They haven't got no noses,​

They cannot even tell​

When door and darkness closes​

The park a Jew encloses,​

Where even the law of Moses​

Will let you steal a smell.​

The brilliant smell of water,​

The brave smell of a stone,​

The smell of dew and thunder,​

The old bones buried under,​

Are things in which they blunder​

And err, if left alone.​

The wind from winter forests,​

The scent of scentless flowers,​

The breath of brides' adorning,​

The smell of snare and warning,​

The smell of Sunday morning,​

God gave to us for ours​

​

* * * * *​

​

And Quoodle here discloses​

All things that Quoodle can,​

They haven't got no noses,​

They haven't got no noses,​

And goodness only knowses​

The Noselessness of Man.​

​

G.K. Chesterton​

This is super awesome.....I loved it.

 

[étudiante]

étudiante iThink LARGEdanial 234paradoX error
1357911: Aapi, aap k type ki hai
gunah bohat kiye hein me nay, ab muafi maang ne aaya hoon
jin gunahon ki daldal mein umr kaati, un gunahon ki talafi maang ne aaya hoon

gunahgaar sahi syahkaar sahi, tera gwah tera banda hoon
bakhsh de mujhe me khair-o-bad ki pehchan se andha hoon

ye baazu, ye hath gwah bn gye hein meri gunahgaari k
mita de khm, jo tha dil-o-dimagh me is nafs-pujari k

tujhe mana hai, tere hi din k liye gaali bn k aaya hoon
ata kr de mujhe me, teri bandagi ka sawali bn k aaya hoon

ay Khuda! apni maghfirat ki jihad mein ghazi bna de mujh ko
aur kuchh nahi maangta hoon tujh se, numazi bna de mujh ko (Ameen)
(me)

Bayoootifoooollll @_@ Ameeeeennn for all of us nd Jazakallah for the tag