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score: 9.59768

average: 10.0

on: Apr 28, 2015
ratings: 8

tags: m
language: en



ek aj sawal mujhm b h
ek khayal mujhm aj b h

gumnaam hu tujhm pr tra naam mujhm aj b h
bechain hu tujhm pr tra chain mujhm aj b h

bejuban hu tujhm par juban meri tu aj b h
khalish hu tujhm par khuwaish meri tu aj b h

biti yaade jinda mujhm aj b h
us waqt ko thame rakhna mujhm aj b h

berang hu tujhm pr rang tra mujhm aj b h
sharminda hu tujhm pr guroor tra mujhm aj b h

beparwha hu tujhm par parwha meri tu aj b h
jalan tu tujhm par thandak meri tu aj b h

teri unkahii ranjishye mujhm aj b h
teri jhuti sainso ki fharisht(list) mujhm aj b h

andhera hu tujhm pr ujala tra mujhm aj b h
mita hu tujhm pr banaana tra mujhm aj b h

bikhari hu tujhm pr amiri mri tu aj b h
badkismat hu tujhm par kismat meri tu aj b h
 
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score: 9.62422

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on: Apr 27, 2015
ratings: 9

tags: poem
language: en

"I love you..."
A blessed wind blows upon the universe.
A wind that brings up memories,
A wind that reminds me of you…
When I was dying, you were there for me,
Sacrificing yourself, saving my life from the curse
Of eternal darkness, of eternal sorrow, of eternal madness.
And God knows what you have done.
He knows that by saving my life, you cursed your own,
Sentencing yourself to endless burning, to endless torment.
I remember I saw how the flames are rising,
Surrounding you…Burning you…
I have heard how your tears are falling,
And both of our souls crying. Crying together…
Knowing that you're my life, the reason why I'm alive,
I started to walk into the wild flames.
Step by step, until I reached you.
I hugged you close to my chest,
Saying: ''Don't worry, I am with you''.
While the flames covered us,
Burning in a soft ensemble of the words "I love you..."

P.S. ''A true friend is someone who, upon seeing another friend in immense pain, would rather be the one experiencing the pain than to have to watch their friend suffer.''
 
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score: 9.30162

average: 10.0

on: Apr 25, 2015
ratings: 1

tags: love
language: en

Jocelyn love me with your eyes
My brain, my sex, my skin,
May we somehow love devise
And let each other in.

Accept my lank and girly guise
Ghosted, small and thin,
Consume ourselves and fantasize,
And let each other in.

Mouths on breasts, on backs, on thighs,
Let our dance begin,
Tell each other lovely lies
And let each other in.
 
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score: 9.30162

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on: Apr 23, 2015
ratings: 1

language: en

Kabhi fursat main milenge to hisaab kar lenge.
Tumhara kitna mera kya kya janaab kar lenge.

Tum jo kahte ho to kar lenge aajmaaish-e-ishq,
Agarche gair huye tum to naqaab kar lenge.

Kitni hasrat se paal rkkhi thi ummid-e-khushi,
Kya isi chah main ham umren kharaab kar lenge.

Tumhara milna bichhadna koi bhi mauqa ho,
Har ek lamhe main sathi sharaab kar lenge.

Umad rahe hain jo is dil main sawaalat kayi,
Yun karenge ki khud inka jawaab kar lenge.

Mukammal ho jayenge jis roz ye misre dil ke,
“Raj” apne dil ko ghazal ki kitaab kar lenge.
 
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score: 9.37792

average: 10.0

on: Apr 23, 2015
ratings: 3

language: en


In the garden
Of the universe
A Solitary rose
Emanates perfumes and colors
He weaves the wind’s attire
Braids the sun’s tresses
And in his palm
All the stars slumber
His name is Love
Surely
He is my beloved

In my revelation
The harp
Of the muse of lyrics
Persists in playing
Therefore I write
In the beginning
It was my beloved
The spirit of God
Moving upon
The face of earth

My beloved
How far
I departed from you
Now I am nearer to death
Withered like clouds
Grievous
Like a flower
Plunged in ice
I am but an old, ill woman
bearing a resemblance
To death
Thus I am waiting
Am I truly alive
Is there life living in death
My wait dances with me
Fears weaken me
And I am still waiting

I stroll
With desolation
My spirit
Enshrouded in mist
While a sea
Is rising up
The rocky shore
Of my soul
And the water
Soaking
My heart of stone
In your voice
Is the murmur
Of living water
Whispering
To the rocks and stones

You appear in the sky saying
"Bless you, my child"
It echoes like sighs
Coming from a distant flute
Filling the ethereal
with melodies
Sung by angels
They pray and call
My God
what is it
That makes souls cry?

Descended from heaven
I bathe him
In the brine of my tears
Subtle in His royal robes
He comforts my spirit
Singing to me
He intermingles
His essence with mine
O Soul's desire
Save me
My shattered soul
Drowns
in the swamp of evil
Baptize me
In Your blood
Which Was shed
To redeem my sins

Instead of pseudo desire
Place Your holy love
Within my heart
I want to know nothing
but Your love
Start a fire
That burns within me
So I may behold
Your love and goodness
Then live a life of love
And share that love
With others
I desire naught
But to be what You wish
You who created me
I come back to You
Your love
Is the salvation
That offers the world
Life after death

© jhc July 3, 2012
 
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score: 9.66804

average: 10.0

on: Apr 23, 2015
ratings: 11

tags: ***
language: en

Was it insanity ?
Eccentricity ?
Despondency ?
Or mere apathy ?

Scarf that he used
wiping his sweat,
as the sun beat him down,
in his farming field,
He tied around his neck
And hanged from the trunk.

If life is priceless,
Why did he give it so cheap,
Dausa to Delhi
Was it the death's leap ?

Who says, Gajender was human,
Humans were those insensitive leaders.
Delivering speech
in form of wranglers.
Gajender was one in the herd,
lent his ears and had them heard.

He too, needed to speak few words,
And show his steel made shattered heart,
But among, thousands of people,
He neither had a listener,
nor had a watcher.
In true sense,
Gajender was a common man.

In the days to come,
Some compensation will be given,
to his grief-stricken family.
Some tears will be shed,
on his last ceremony.

Life will again transpose,
Sometimes, tea over a discourse,
And sometimes,
over JANTAR-MANTAR roads.
 
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score: 9.56709

average: 10.0

on: Apr 21, 2015
ratings: 7

tags: ***
language: en

Listen to my sonnet, sweetheart,
Hum to them and while humming,
comb my hair with your beautiful fingers,
And remove the grey ones,
Scratch me slowly on my back,
Cup my face with the palm of your hands,
Caress my chest with the love of your heart.

Enough sweetheart, this is all,
Let's make the bed, and,
Sleep together for a while.
Hey ! See,
All hair grown grey,
No more removal needed,
I am through,
Let me have some respite,
I will wake up again,
with black thick hair.
 
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score: 9.59768

average: 10.0

on: Apr 20, 2015
ratings: 8

language: en

My friendship with the death ,
Goes together like body and soul,
Its always like playing hide and seek,
Death is deceived by me many a times,
But it could never find me even once.....

I am aware it would come stealthily ,
Catch me some day in near future,
And hold me tight with its mighty arms,
I never say the death is my close friend ,
Yet,I am addicted and enjoy playing with it...

I have kept it at bay for many years,
Never know ,when my life would betray me,
Elders say, one can not play HOLI every day,
Friends don't you play hide and seek with death,
For, your life is not only yours........!............by Rajesh Singh..21.4.15
 
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score: 9.62422

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on: Apr 19, 2015
ratings: 9

tags: ***
language: en

I, the silent spectator
Gaze at myself
The framed photograph
Hanging on dusty dark wall
Donning the black gown and hood
Holding certificate of degree...

I peep from inside the frame
Mocking at myself
Watching aghast
As the life flew away...

The space between us is long
Twenty five years long.
Lived so many birthdays
Witnessed so many autumns,
Opened, closed,
Reopened and bolted the doors,
Basking in the sunshine
of this space between us.

Today,
The framed photograph asked me,
"When will you graduate ?
When will your smiling
guileless photograph
be displayed on the wall ?"
I said,
" I am studying hard."
 
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score: 9.48946

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on: Apr 18, 2015
ratings: 5

language: en



Destruction, War, Violence
Genocide,
Terrorism, Holocaust, Massacre,
Homicide.

Expulsion, Immigration, Exodus,
Extremism,
Racism, Apartheid, Dispersion,
Fanaticism.

Poverty, Famine, Calamity
Starvation,
Yet large sums invested in
Armaments and destruction.

Hypocrites, Users and Defrauders
Live in lavishness and luxury.
Politicians blend truth with falsehood
Justifying their indecency.

Prophets, Poets, and Philosophers
Live in destitution and adversity.
Philanthropists are bitterly opposed,
Accused of exploiting with popularity.

Man mourns his life in anguish
Because of this misery
But man alone is responsible
For all of his agony.

Acting corruptly by devouring crops
In his own vanity.
Unnecessarily destroying
Other people's property.

Exhorting one another to retaliate.
Practice undue persecution
Towards other fellow men
Without provocation.


This is the history of man
Ever since life began.

© jhc July 2, 2012

 
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score: 9.48946

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on: Apr 18, 2015
ratings: 5

language: en


If someone asks,
"What do you do?"
I answer, "I am a poet
whispering of love
that makes itself known
wafting on the breeze
and loses itself in time."
When someone asks,
"Where do you reside?"
I reply, "In the hearts
of those who know love.
Also within the poem,
every word, tear and smile."
When I am asked,
"What do you believe?"
I tell them,
"I believe in God and prayers,
because they are answered.
I also believe in dreams
because they can come true,
if you only believe."
Should someone ask,
"Who are you?"
I can respond,
"Just call me Poetry,
for my voice is the cry
of all who cannot
speak for themselves.
I am also the one
who speaks of love for you."

© jhc
 
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score: 9.48946

average: 10.0

on: Apr 18, 2015
ratings: 5

language: en



It is difficult to love
Someone
Who does not love you
Difficult to fall in love
If their heart
Has been broken
Difficult to kill the love
In your heart
Even if that love
Is painful
Difficult to have to say
Goodbye
But more challenging
To just walk away
Difficult to choose
Between love
And dignity
But harder still
To give one up
Difficult to feel
The need for love
If there is no one
That will care
As difficult as it is
To love
Every sacrifice
Is worth it

© jhc April 18, 2015
 
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score: 9.49107

average: 9.83333

on: Apr 17, 2015
ratings: 7

language: en



The moon falls
into the shadows
winds wail
blowing constantly

Waves dash
towards the beach
begetting
ashes and poison

The sky
is rent asunder
like mirrors
shattering

Stars
are tumbling diamonds
clouds
ascending smoke

Islands
mere lumps
in the belly
of a great whale.....

Souls rise
from purgatory
departing
to another world....

Demons vanish with satisfied hatred
because extinction
leaves nothing

Desolation remains
as nature becomes
the last offering
upon the altar

© jhc July 4, 2012
 
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score: 9.59768

average: 10.0

on: Apr 17, 2015
ratings: 8

language: en

Fill the cup
With love
Pass it to me
We will be
Intoxicated
On love

When evening
Guides me
To you
Where love
Abides and shines
In your eyes

Love becomes
So sweet
Between our lips
Draw nigh
Let me love you
Passionately

Let our night
Be filled
With love
For soon
It becomes
The morn

© jhc July 2, 2012
 
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score: 9.30162

average: 10.0

on: Apr 17, 2015
ratings: 2

tags: S
language: en

' in the night of sibbling clouds in sky


who deny the provocation among the colousses of life


eassiest way to ridness as mocking


and the wet maulting of words within new yuw thoughts


when the god see summoundnes of justice so beats play as air rythm


besides have everyone baffaling in the mind for others


and with the impudently imagination as for sloppy child


becz, everyone earns his alms very vague ways


when the priest of passimistic towards the his boundary, so they are finished completely


and yet the life think the path of opptimstic after the death of untruth life...
 
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score: 9.56709

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on: Apr 15, 2015
ratings: 7

tags: poem
language: en

I feel your absence more each day.
I miss your smile, your laugh and even cry.
It's something that words can not say.
Your love can kill or make me fly ?
Your voice is what I always want to hear.
I would have wished...just one more kiss.
Beside you I will not know what is the fear.
For everything you're, you're the only one I miss.
Our time is there...but it will come.
We only have to fight against the world.
And we'll find a place that we'll call it home.
A place for YOU and I...together.
Somewhere in Time...forever.
 
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score: 9.43918

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on: Apr 11, 2015
ratings: 4

tags: IT YOURS
language: en

Dhundn chhali ek talash ek ajnabee chhere ki or
bhadana koi galiib fir b mujh musafir ki or

dekh rahi thi ankhe suraj chand sitaro ki or
fir b pass na ayi koi roshni nighao ki or

farmaisho s ruk gayi thajib apni ashiqi ki or
khone na di fir b numaindgi apni chhat ki or

chhal diya main b khuda ki khudai ki or
d diya fir b usn raasta andhiyare ki or

soch dhubi rahati thi koyeelyo ki or
milana fir b sona haato ki or

tutt k giir rahi thi daali jb zamee ki or
fir b na smjh aya kaun tadpega apn dard ki or

yad ate the wo pal bichte huye wado ki or
de gaya wo fir b jhakham nasoor ghawo ki or

ek talash jo khatam honi thi meri deewangi ki or
fri b usn haqdar na samjha apni shadgi ki or
 
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score: 9.7027

average: 10.0

on: Apr 10, 2015
ratings: 13

tags: ***
language: en

I never write to impress you,
or to please you,
or to win many hearts.
I write to escape,
from the shackles of ignorance,
I write cos I know,
Poetry is the escape route from my loneliness.

I write,
when my thoughts startle me,
and wake me much before the dawn.
I write,
when my thoughts scan the night,
and witness the loneliness of moon
in a starry night.

I write,
when I listen to the wail
deep inside my heart.
I write,
when I wipe off the tears
from the face hidden in my eyes.

I write,
when I cry,
And I also write,
when I could no more cry.
And I ll write my best,
when its time for my eternal rest,
when I am able to run,
towards the blazing sun,
having shed my corpse shunned.
 
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score: 9.53147

average: 10.0

on: Apr 8, 2015
ratings: 6

tags: SHARU
language: en

Every person wearing turban,
can't be Bhagat Singh.
Every man having mustache,
can't be Chandra Shekhar Azad.
Every person who were hanged,
can't be Rajguru and Sukhdev.
Mother ,all children of yours,not
of same calibre to serve you.
Outfits fail to show inside,
devils dwell under the cloaks.
Slippery tongues could be dangerous,
than the daggers ,one must know..........by SHARU 9.4.15
 
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score: 9.43918

average: 10.0

on: Apr 3, 2015
ratings: 4

tags: DREAMS
language: en

Dhundn chhali ek talash ek ajnabee chhere ki or
bhadana koi galiib fir b mujh musafir ki or

dekh rahi thi ankhe suraj chand sitaro ki or
fir b pass na ayi koi roshni nighao ki or

farmaisho s ruk gayi thajib apni ashiqi ki or
khone na di fir b numaindgi apni chhat ki or

chhal diya main b khuda ki khudai ki or
d diya fir b usn raasta andhiyare ki or

soch dhubi rahati thi koyeelyo ki or
milana fir b sona haato ki or

tutt k giir rahi thi daali jb zamee ki or
fir b na smjh aya kaun tadpega apn dard ki or

yad ate the wo pal bichte huye wado ki or
de gaya wo fir b jhakham nasoor ghawo ki or

ek talash jo khatam honi thi meri deewangi ki or
fri b usn haqdar na samjha apni shadgi ki or
 
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