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| La Belle Dame Sans Merci John Keats Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lilly on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true. She took me to her elfin grot, And there she gazed and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild sad eyes-- So kissed to sleep. And there we slumbered on the moss, And there I dreamed, ah woe betide, The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried--"La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke, and found me here On the cold hill side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. |
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| We .. Sameer Ijaz 2ndYear Pre-Eng PIPS, A-T-D [email protected] DEDICATED 2 THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL I VE EVER SEEN U R MY BEST FRIEND, MY VERY BEST FRIEND, U MAKE ME HAPPY, EVERY DAY, SO PLZ DUN TAKE MY BEST FRIEND AWAY J MY BEST FRIEND TODAY I FOUND A FRIEND WHO KNEW EVERYTHINGI FELT SHE KNEW MY EVERYWEAKNESS N THE PROBLEMS I�VE BEEN DEALT SHE UNDERSTOOD MY WONDERS N LISTENED 2 MY DREAMZ SHE LISTENED 2 HOW I FELT ABT LIFE N LUV N KNEW WOT IT ALL MEANZ NOT ONCE DID SHE INTERRUPT ME OR TELL ME I WAS WRONG SHE UNDERSTOOD WHAT I WAS GOIN THROUGH N PROMISED SHE�D STAY LONG I REACHED OUT 2 THIS FRIEND 2 SHOW HER THAT I CARE 2 PULL HER CLOSEN LET HER KNOW HOW MUCH I NEED HER THERE |
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| MIx Masala :- Kya kya lagte ho!! Larka: Mujhe tum chupke chupke jab aese dekhti ho achi lagti ho..kabhi zulfoon se kabhi anchal se jab khelti ho achi lagti ho...(Thanxz) Larki: Mujhe dekh k jab tum yoon thandi aanhein bharte ho "ghunde" lagte ho..Mujh ko jab lagta hai tum mujh par hi marte ho "jhoote" lagte ho.. Larka:Tum mein ae mehrbaan saari hain khoobiyaan...bhoolapan,saadgi,dilkashi,taazgi...(woh tu hain) Larki:" "Bewaqoofi"tum se hai.."Batmezzi" tum se hai..Tum howe "ghamnasheen"...hogai mein haseen..."tung" tum se howe hain saare... Larka: Tareef jo sun k tum aese sharma jaati ho achi lagti ho...kabhi hans deti ho aur kabhi itra jaati ho achi lagti ho... Larki: Mujhe dekh k jab tum yoon thandi aanhein bharte ho "bhainse" lagte ho...(saachiiiii) "Mote" se tum ho kiyoon "Khaatey" ho itna kiyoon? Baat jo dil mein ho keh bhi do keh bhi do. Larka: Soochta hoon k mein kya pukaroon tumhein..dilnasheen,naznee,mahroo,mehjabeen........yeh sab hain naam tumhare.. Larki: Mere itne saare naam hain jab tum yeh kehte ho "pagal" lagte ho..Mere pyaar mein jab tum khoye khoye se rehte ho "gadhe" lagte ho... Larka: Mujhe tum chupke chupke jab aese dekhti ho achi lagti ho..kabhi zulfoon se kabhi anchal se jab khelti ho achi lagti ho... Larki: "Bhainge" lagte ho Larka:Achi lagti ho... Larki: "Gainde" lagte ho Larka: Achi lagti ho... Larki:" Tidday" lagte ho Larka: Achi lagti ho... Larki:"Dheet" lagte ho..(Hum nahi tere dushmanoon mein...kiyoon hum se yeh gaana likhwaaya...likhwaya...Hum tu hain tere dostoon mein...kiyoon humein itna khuwar karawaya.........karwaya) (Made by Larkiyaan...B'coz boys say "Achi Lagti Ho") Kiyoon kya khayal hai theek hai k nahi ? Jab tum yoon "Jalte" ho tu Ache lagte ho!! |
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| About Face Alice Fulton Because life's too short to blush, I keep my blood tucked in. I won't be mortified by what I drive or the flaccid vivacity of my last dinner party. I take my cue from statues posing only in their shoulder pads of snow: all January you can see them working on their granite tans. That I woke at an ungainly hour, stripped of the merchandise that clothed me, distilled to pure suchness, means not enough to anyone for me to confess. I do not suffer from the excess of taste that spells embarrassment: mothers who find their kids unseemly in their condom earrings, girls cringing to think they could be frumpish as their mothers. Though the late nonerotic Elvis in his studded gut of jumpsuit made everybody squeamish, I admit. Rule one: the King must not elicit pity. Was the audience afraid of being tainted --this might rub off on me-- or were they--surrendering-- what a femme word--feeling solicitous--glimpsing their fragility in his reversible purples and unwholesome goldish chains? At least embarrassment is not an imitation. It's intimacy for beginners, the orgasm no one cares to fake. I almost admire it. I almost wrote despise |
| Kaisey K�ϧĥ ��T���N K�� T�M M�R�� K��N H��.... � Kaisay Bataoon Key Tum Merai Kaun Hoo, Walls Ki Ice Cream Ho Polka Ki Cone Ho, Kesey Bataoon Key Tum Poorani Dheet Ho, Aik Bohat Bari Phateek Ho , Tum Orangi, Tum Korangi, Tum Hi Ho Meri Nagan Chowrangi , Liyari Ki Tum Football Ho, Kimari Ka Tum Bund Ho, Manora Ki Tum Thand Ho, Tum Kharadar, Tum Methadar, Tum Hi Meray Liye Goolimar Ho. Tumhi Meri Dhoti Aur Shalwar Ho , Tum Hi Gutka, Tum Hi Mempoori, Tum Hi Mix Patti Ka Pan Ho. Kaisey Bataon Tumhay Key Tum Meri Koon Ho. Lalookhait Main Rehti Ho Tum Khud Ko Defence Ka Kheti Ho Tum, Lambi Lambi Chorti Ho Tum, Hamish Say Ho Kowari, Tum Ho Sari Ka Bother, Tum Shikarpur Ka Achar, Tum Peshawar Ki Naswar, Tum Aur PIA Ka Jahaz Ho Jo Kabhi Waqt Par Nahi Milti, Wo Parwaz Ho Jo Hamish Short Rehti Hai, Wo Piyas Ho, Mahengai Kay Is Dor Mey Sawa Rupey Ki Niyaz Ho , Aur Mera Aghaz, Tum Mera Anjam, Tum Mera Public Evening Special, Mera Parcham, Mera Awaam Tum, Tum Hi Jurat , Tum Hi Ummat , Tum Hi Jasarat , Tum Hi Nowaey Waqt , Jang Ho Aman Ho, The News Ho, Ya Dawn Ho, Kaisey Bataon Tumhay Key Tum Meri Koon Ho. Key Main Rokta Bus Tum Ko Hoon, Main Tookta Bus Tum Ko Hooon, Tum Hi Mera Kal Thin , Tum Hi Mera Aaj Ho , Tum Hi Marshallah , Tum Hi Jamhoriat , Tom Hi Governer Raj Ho, Aur Meri TT Tum ,Mera Repeater Tum, Mera Rokket Lunchar Tum , Tum Hi Meri Soch Ho, Meray Paaon Ki Moch Ho, Aur 9 Rupees Wali Coauch Ho, Aur Vespa Main Tum, Aur Rakshey Main Tum, Taxi Main Tum ,Mazda Main Tum, Truck Main Tum Troller Main Tum ,Meri Honda 50 Tum, Meri 70 Tum, Lahore Ka Tanga Ho Tum, Sukhur Ki Suzuki Ho Tum, Aur Kya Bataoon Meri Jaan Tum Meray Liya Kya Ho., Arey Tum Tu Pora PAKISTAN Ho, Karachi Ki Jaan Ho, Aur W11 Ki Paihchan Ho, Kaisey Bataon Tumhay Key Tum Meri Koon Ho |
| The Greatest Poetry Of " Poet East, Dr. ALLAMA MUHAMMAD IQBAL Posted By Hallmark La Ilah-A-Ilalah Khudi Ka Sire Niha, La Ilah-A-Ilalah Khudi Hai Teghe Fisan, La Ilah-A-Ilalah Ye Dour Apne Baraheem Ki Talash Mein Hai Sanam Kadah Hai, Jahan La Ilah-A-Ilalah Kia Hai Tu Ne Mata-O-Gharor Ka Soda Fareb Sod-O-Zyan La Ilah-A-Ilalah Ye Mal-O-Dolat Dunya, Ye Rishta-O-Pewand Batan-E-Wehm-O-Guman, La Ilah-A-Ilalah Ye Naghma Gul-O-Lala Ka Nhin Paband Bahar Ho Keh Khizan, La Ilah-A-Ilalah Agerchah Butt Hain Jama-Ut Ki Aasteno Mein Mujhe Hai Hukm-E-Azan, La Ilah-A-Ilalah Zurb-I-Kaleem Nhin Maqam Ki Khoger Tabeaut-E-Azad Hawa-E-Ser E Misal Naseem Paida Ker Hazar Chushma Tere Sunge Rah Se Phoote Khudi Mein Dob Keh Zurb-I-Kaleem Paida Ker Talib-E-Ilm Khuda Tujhe Kisi Tufan Se Ashna Ker De Keh Tere Beher Ki Mojon Mein Iztarab Nhin Tujhe Kitab Se Mumkin Hi Nhin Firagh Keh Tu Kitab Khuwan Hai Meger Sahib-E-Kitab Nhin Khuwahish Jawano Ko Meri Aah Saher De Phir In Saheen Buchon Ko Bal-O-Per De Khudaya Aarzo Meri Yahi Hai Mera Noor-E-Baseerat Aam Ker De Asrar-E-Paida Uss Qoum Ko Shamsheer Ki Hajat Nhin Rehti Hoo Jis Ke Jawanon Mein Khudi Sorat-E-Folad Na Cheez Jahan Mah O Parveen Tere Aage Woh Aalam Hai Majboor Tu Aalam Hai Azad Mojon Ki Tapesh Kia Hai, Fakat Zok-E-Talab Hai Pinhan Jo Sadaf Mein Hai, Woh Dolat Hai Khudadad Shaheen Kabhi Perwaz Se Thuk Ker Nhin Girta Pur Dam Hai Ager Tu Too Nhin Khutrah-E-Uftad Merd-E-Musilman Her Lahza Hai Momin Nayi Aan Nayi Shaan Guftar Main, Kirdar Mein Aalah Ki Burhan Kahar-Io Ghafar-Io Qadoos-Io Jabroot Ye Chaar Anasir Hoon Tu Banta Hai Musilman Ye Raz Kisi Ko Nhin Maloom Ke Momin Kari Nazer Aata Hai Haqqeqat Mein Hai Quraan Qudrat Ke Maqasid Ka Aayar Iss Ke Irade Dunya Main Bhi Mezan, Qayamat Mein Bhi Mezan Jis Se Jigar-E-Lalah Mein Thundak Ho Woh Shubnam Darayon Ke Dil Jis Dehel Jayen Woh Tufan Bante Hain Meri Kar Gah-E-Fiker Mein Anjam Le Apne Muqadar Ke Sitare Ko Tu Pehchaan! |
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| Hallmark Khan :- Hua Kuch Yoon K ! main kal ja raha tha ke meri chappal toot gai ab chappal to moochi seeta hai seeta to darzi bhi hai darzi to kapray seeta hai kapray to rangeen hotay hain rangeen to lota bhi hota hai lota to bathroom main hota hai bathroom main to nal bhi hota hai nal to lohay ka hota hai lohay ki to istiri bi hoti hai istri to garam hoti hai garam to Custard bhi hota hai custard to peela hota hai peela to chooza bhi hota hai chooza to anday main se nikalta hai anda to sufaid hota hai sufaid to doodh bhi hota hai doodh to bhains daity hai bhains to kaali hoti hai kaala to bangali bhi hota hai bangali to paan khata hai paan to laal hota hai laal to gulab main bhi hota hai gulaab main to kantay hotay hain kantain to machli main bhi hotay hain machli to achchi hoti hai achcha to Bander bhi hota hai bander to bander hota hai parhnay walay bunder jaisay hi hotay hain jo parh kar apna time zayahh karte hain.. well.. khuda nay aap ko bhaija to bhaija.. per bhaija to bhaija..aisa bhaija kay bhaijay main bhaija hi nahi bhaija.. ye mujhe kisi nay bhaija.. isliye maine aap ko bhaija well. dont mind .. |
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| Above the Fire Peter Sacks Above the fire a man floats in a boat. Above the fire a woman is devoured by a snake, unseen. The leaves are yellow alongside & in the wake the trunks & branches mirror one another, black, rain-soaked. And now he's old. He trails a hand until it snares a leaf--saw-toothed. Clouds break above the buildings where there had been none. The snake is old, its jaw completely unhinged for the swallowing. What now? There was a continent. Below, the last gods bum along with their last offerings-- no smoke, no film, no evidence. The gold-shagged blizzard of the willow spills again. Climb down. Prevent. He leans back & the oar drips like no other memory. |
| Absence Luljeta Lleshanaku The moon nicotine of a kiss. . . A sideways glance like the mast of a pirate ship beyond a distant island |
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