How They Came To Privatise The Night by Maria McMillan

It began with shadows
Our dark selves
Small nights we carry with us
Stretched and shrunk
Rushed into corners

Striding into the sky
Like the Chinese lovers
Whose bridge is the Milky Way �
Distance was nothing to them
Or waiting seven years.

Clearly of private benefit
They said: The shade they offer.
The company. The sense of self.
Hitherto pricing has not reflected
Their true value.

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Dusk

Love Sad Poetry in Hindi with Sad Girl Images for Her

Main Apny Halat Sy Sulah To Kar Lun Lakin,

Mujh Main Jo Ik Shakhs Roposh Hai Woh Mar Jaye Ga...!!!

Meri Aankhon Main Jo Aansoo Nahi Dekh Pata Tha,

Aaj Wahi Meri Behty Huy Aansuon Ka Sabab Hai..!!!

Thukra K Hum Ko Us Nay Kaha K Ab Muskurao,

Hum Hans Diye Keh Unki Khushi Ka Sawal Tha...!!!

Wahi Mesoos Karty Hain Saza Dard-E-Muhabbat Ki,

Jo Apni Zaat Sy Barh Kar Kisi Sy Piyar Karty Hain...!!!

Ab Muhabbat Sy Keh Do Hum Sy Narazgi Khatam Kar Ly,

Woh Bohat Badal Geya Hai Jis Kay Liye Hum Zinda Thy...!!!

Dukhon Ny Mery Daman Ko Youn Thaam Rakha Hai,

Jesy In Ka Bhi Mery Siwa Or Koi Nahi Hai...!!!

Faryad Kar Rahi Hain Tarsi Hui Nigahein,

Dekhy Huy Kisi ko Bohat Din Guzar Gaye...!!!

Teri Surat Ko Dekhny Waly,

Suna Hai Koi Nasha Nahi Karty...!!!

Main Tum Sy Kuch Nahi Kehta

Faqat Itni Si Guzarish Hai...

Utni Baar Mil Jao, Jitni Baar Yaad Aaty Ho...!

Kitni Masoom Si Khawahish Hai Is Deewani Larki Ki,

Chahti Hai Muhabbat Bhi Kary Or Khush Bhi Rahy...!!!

Riots

tr. from Gorakh Pandey's 'Danga - 3'

This time there were massive riots.
There were heavy rains
of blood.
The coming year
will yield a good crop
of votes.

Gorakh Pandey

 

Bewafai SMS Shayari in Hindi Pictures for Lovers

Kaash Chahny Waly Hamesha Chahny Waly Hi Rehty..

Par Log Aksar Badal Jaty Hain Muhabbat Ho Jany K Baad...!!!

Woh Sath Tha To Maano Jannat Thi Zindagi...

Ab To Har Saans Zinda Rehny Ki Wajah Puchti Hai...!

Badal Geya Q Mizaj Tera Kuch Hi Muddat Main..?

Tu To Kehta Tha Badalty Log Mujhy Achy Nahi Lagty...!

Tumhary Hi Haath Main Hai Nabz-E-Sakoon Shayad.

Qaraar Dety Bhi Ho To Jesy Udhaar Dety Ho...!!!

Us Ki Tasveer Laga Kar Dil K Kamry Main...

Hum Tooti Hui Deewar Ko Chupa Rakha Hai...!!!

Yeh Be Wafaon Ki Duniya Hai Yahan Sambhal Kar Chalna...

Yahan Log Barbad Karny K Liye Muhabbat Ka Sahara Lety Hain...!!!

Chal Dost Iss Nagar Sy Door Kisi Anjan Basti Main..

Is Basti Main To Sabhi Hum Sy Khafa rehty Hain...!!!

Kisi Ki Yaad Main Itna Udaas Na Hua Kar Faraz..

Log Naseeb Sy Milty Hain Udasiyon Sy Nahi...!!

Sabhi Tareef Karty Hain Meri Tahreeron Ki Lakin...

Kabhi Koi Nahi Sunta Mery Lafzon Ki Siskiyan...!!!

What They Don't Tell You

My mum doesn�t know who I am.
Sometimes I�m her sister.
Sometimes I�m her dead mother.
Once I was Shirley Bassey,
which made for an interesting evening.

I�d assumed we�d have lots of time
to get to know each other properly.
I was wrong. Instead of visiting coffee shops,
we ended up visiting the memory clinic.
It�s like going home with a newborn baby,
but with less support and no balloons.

They don�t tell you that she�ll hit you
as you coax her into the bath.
Neither do they tell you what nappies to buy
when she becomes incontinent,
how to persuade her to wear one
or stop her taking it off
and stashing it in a pillow case.

They don�t tell you what to do
when she thinks that the small boy
you pass on your walk is her grandson,
and tries to talk to him. Nobody tells you
how to placate the angry parents.

They don�t tell you that she�s never
going to phone you again, see you get married,
be a grandmother to your kids.
Nobody tells you how to channel the anger
you feel that your fellow thirtysomethings� lives
now involve marriage, mortgages and children,
and yours revolves around a confused old lady
who doesn�t know who you are.
They�ve chosen their responsibilities;
you�d give anything not to have yours.

They don�t tell you that you�ll spend hours
trying to feed her a spoonful of hospital jelly
even though she�s pretty much given up on eating,
because you can�t just watch her starve.

It doesn�t matter how distraught you are
that she�s wasting away before your eyes,
or how much it upsets you to agree
to the doctor�s request for a DNR order;
this disease is relentless .

I�m still not sure how to feel about it
when there�s nothing tangible to mourn.
�Waking grief� someone called it.
When the person you knew is gone, but not gone.
But it�s not. It�s a waking, sleeping,
cloud of despair. But then nobody tells you
how to grieve either, do they?

Especially when there�s no funeral to go to.



From What they don't tell you about dementia by Dawn Vance, The Guardian 28 January 2015. Submitted by Angi Holden.

Sad Love Shayari in Hindi Pictures for FB

Jany Q Itni Si Baat Pay Dharkan Ruk Si Gai,

Bas Zara Sa Tasawwar Hi To Kiya Tha Us K  Bagher Jeenay Ka...!!!

Bheegi Hui Sham Ki Ik Dehleez Par Beth Kar,

Hum Dil Kay Sulagny Ka Sabab Soch Rahy Hain...!!

Aaj Bohat Dukh Ho Raha Hai Hal-E-Zindagi Par Ghalib,

Kaash Hum Nay Hadd Main Reh Kar Muhabbat Ki Hoti...!!

Yaad Aaty Ho To Kuch Bhi Nahi Karny Dety,

Achy Logon Ki Yahi Baat Buri Lagti Hai...!!!

Lamhon Main Qaid Kar Dy Jo Sadiyon Ki Chahtein,

Hasrat Rahi Keh Apna Bhi Koi Aisa Talabgaar Ho...!!!

Kitni Dilkash Hai Us Ki Khamoshi Bhi,

Saari Batein Fazool Hon Jesy...!!!

Aik Hi Shakhs Pay Luta Dety Hain Jo Zindagi Sari,

Ab Aisy Log Kitabon Main Mila Karty Hain...!!!

Kitni Jaldi Door Chaly Jaty Hain Woh Log,

Jinhain Hum Zindagi Samjh Kar Kabhi Khona Nahi Chahty...!!!

Humara Khoon Bhi Shamil Hai Tazeen-E-Gulshan Main,

Humein Bhi Yaad Kar Lena Jab Gulshan  Main Bahaar Aaye...!!!

Emily Dickinson on Gilligan's Island

In reading a post online about some Emily Dickinson trivial curiosities and the one that struck me again (because I heard Billy Collins talk about it years ago in a workshop) was her connection to the castaways on Gilligan's Island.

If you want to sing most of her poems (and I could imagine myself doing this with students), use the theme to TV's 1960s "classic" Gilligan's Island.

Give it a try with the first stanza of "Because I Could Not Stop For Death":

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

If somehow the melody of "The Ballad Of Gilligan's Isle" is not burned into your neurons deeper than any poem, give a listen:



And the why of it working is that Emily usually used the "common meter" in her poems. The TV theme also uses it, and it is used in lots of nursery rhymes and Protestant hymns. It's four beats followed by three beats.

You could play the same game with other songs, but imagining Emily on the beach with Ginger and mar