Portraits of Three Women
Harish Nambiar March 29, 2001
#1 Posted by temporal on March 29, 2001 1:57:28 pm
`Rish:
....about time....plath`s was good... bombay? good!...but have told you before ...dora is `lajawaab`...
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....about time....plath`s was good... bombay? good!...but have told you before ...dora is `lajawaab`...
t
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#2 Posted by FarzanaVersey on March 29, 2001 6:07:09 pm
Harish:
Sylvia, Dora...the ``driftwood`s wisdom is not destined`` for any of us.
Loved most of it. But male point of view. Naturally. Sensitive, but sharp. I can smell the difference in perspective...but that is what makes for good poetry. Probing the innards of someone else`s organs after they have themselves opened up their life support systems.
PS: Why are women emotional fools?
Farzana
Sylvia, Dora...the ``driftwood`s wisdom is not destined`` for any of us.
Loved most of it. But male point of view. Naturally. Sensitive, but sharp. I can smell the difference in perspective...but that is what makes for good poetry. Probing the innards of someone else`s organs after they have themselves opened up their life support systems.
PS: Why are women emotional fools?
Farzana
#3 Posted by temporal on March 29, 2001 6:24:16 pm
farangi #2:
welcome back ... how was bamian :)
...t
welcome back ... how was bamian :)
...t
#4 Posted by scout on March 29, 2001 11:00:26 pm
I`m sorry, some of this poetry is getting way too cryptic for my tastes....
apart from your love for Picasso and his ``Guernica`` what else are you trying to say?
But anyway, t-bhai would disagree, but I still say poetry is very individual.
More power to you if achieve satisfaction from such writing.
My personal opinion: I don`t like it.
apart from your love for Picasso and his ``Guernica`` what else are you trying to say?
But anyway, t-bhai would disagree, but I still say poetry is very individual.
More power to you if achieve satisfaction from such writing.
My personal opinion: I don`t like it.
#5 Posted by farangi_kush on March 29, 2001 11:00:26 pm
temp_oral:#4
Grammar glands acting up again.How are the haemmoroids?
Bamian was great.Thanks for enquiring.
__________________________________________________
wassalaam
Grammar glands acting up again.How are the haemmoroids?
Bamian was great.Thanks for enquiring.
__________________________________________________
wassalaam
#7 Posted by Layman on March 30, 2001 4:25:52 am
Why do people have to write all this poetry stuff? What`s wrong with simple prose?
PS: I am not commenting on the `quality` of the poetry on this board, as I have not read it.
PS: I am not commenting on the `quality` of the poetry on this board, as I have not read it.
#8 Posted by jazba99 on March 30, 2001 1:45:36 pm
great, but too arcane for me:)
baba use easy to do localite english
i dont know..have been screaming, my controversial poetry is not being published..but that is okay..chowk doesnt like that , i guess.SCREW THEM
Acerbic Jazbati
waisay it is appropriate since it wont get published , let this be an opportunity to fret and flounder with this...
THERE U Go
Couldn?t but put my thoughts into a poetic ( URDU ) form . Excuse my lack of facility with the language but it is my first try at poesy so I hope you understand. Some of it might be too hard to digest for a few, but no apologies for that. I might offend a few, which I have chosen to, so I don?t mind?and you wont , I know.
Kahaan gayein wohh larkiyan!?!
Hum nay sunah tha hotey thee kahin wohh nazneenain
Jin ko daikhtay he badaltey theen humarey taqdeerain
Kanoan mai baliyan jinkay theen kabhi
Un he kay badan pay ab kapray bhi nahin
Kehtey hain wohh tau hai sirf hamara FRIEND
Jiss kay SEX kay baray mai hum bhi hain bay chain
Pehlay tau achi theen wohh jin ko ghar say tha gharz
Ab tau charcha hai unn ka jin ka sirf thikaana hai DEFENCE
Indus Valley, Greenwich, Grammar ya ho BAY VIEW
Sub kay liay khula hai unn ka FULL VIEW
Aik kay thay boy friend teen magar shaadi huwey uss say
Jiss key mills theen chaar aur naukar sainkroan thay
Munnay, aaj kal namaaz tau hai duur key baat
Kalma jo phar lay ussi key hai barey baat
Main na kehta tha kay aqal o khirad say hain wohh aarey
Jo gharoan mai dish say seekhtey hain fuhush baat saarey
Tina nay mangney toarey aur Ayesha nay shaadi
Laikin ab bhi hain wohee ABUSED baycharee
Ab tau ghar ghar mai hai jab naach gaana
Sahibo phir tau aayay ga culture e fahishaana
Mai tau soachta tha kaheen hain wohh chupey
Jinn key ho gey izzat aur sincerity khuley
Ay Waiz choar qissa e dil ruba ab
Apney waley say tau hai goree he behtar ab
Phir bhi soachta hai JAZBATI yehee kahaniyan
Jaanay kahan chalein gayein wohh seedhi larkiyan
p.s; hope you now know that the acerbic lil jazbati is a guy ( with all those expletives you are hurling at me ) and not a gal..PHEW.!!..bye
baba use easy to do localite english
i dont know..have been screaming, my controversial poetry is not being published..but that is okay..chowk doesnt like that , i guess.SCREW THEM
Acerbic Jazbati
waisay it is appropriate since it wont get published , let this be an opportunity to fret and flounder with this...
THERE U Go
Couldn?t but put my thoughts into a poetic ( URDU ) form . Excuse my lack of facility with the language but it is my first try at poesy so I hope you understand. Some of it might be too hard to digest for a few, but no apologies for that. I might offend a few, which I have chosen to, so I don?t mind?and you wont , I know.
Kahaan gayein wohh larkiyan!?!
Hum nay sunah tha hotey thee kahin wohh nazneenain
Jin ko daikhtay he badaltey theen humarey taqdeerain
Kanoan mai baliyan jinkay theen kabhi
Un he kay badan pay ab kapray bhi nahin
Kehtey hain wohh tau hai sirf hamara FRIEND
Jiss kay SEX kay baray mai hum bhi hain bay chain
Pehlay tau achi theen wohh jin ko ghar say tha gharz
Ab tau charcha hai unn ka jin ka sirf thikaana hai DEFENCE
Indus Valley, Greenwich, Grammar ya ho BAY VIEW
Sub kay liay khula hai unn ka FULL VIEW
Aik kay thay boy friend teen magar shaadi huwey uss say
Jiss key mills theen chaar aur naukar sainkroan thay
Munnay, aaj kal namaaz tau hai duur key baat
Kalma jo phar lay ussi key hai barey baat
Main na kehta tha kay aqal o khirad say hain wohh aarey
Jo gharoan mai dish say seekhtey hain fuhush baat saarey
Tina nay mangney toarey aur Ayesha nay shaadi
Laikin ab bhi hain wohee ABUSED baycharee
Ab tau ghar ghar mai hai jab naach gaana
Sahibo phir tau aayay ga culture e fahishaana
Mai tau soachta tha kaheen hain wohh chupey
Jinn key ho gey izzat aur sincerity khuley
Ay Waiz choar qissa e dil ruba ab
Apney waley say tau hai goree he behtar ab
Phir bhi soachta hai JAZBATI yehee kahaniyan
Jaanay kahan chalein gayein wohh seedhi larkiyan
p.s; hope you now know that the acerbic lil jazbati is a guy ( with all those expletives you are hurling at me ) and not a gal..PHEW.!!..bye
#9 Posted by Studebaker on March 30, 2001 1:45:36 pm
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#10 Posted by jazba99 on March 30, 2001 1:45:36 pm
yaar farangi your blastings ...are amazing:)
in nyc? i presume...
take care
Fee Aman Ullah
me, myself, and i
Acerbic Jazbati
in nyc? i presume...
take care
Fee Aman Ullah
me, myself, and i
Acerbic Jazbati
#11 Posted by Binifer on March 30, 2001 5:10:16 pm
forgotten, days of yore, when i would run bare assed `neath a blood red sky
though angel i am, my halo`s growing rusty
follicles called stuble, navels turning crusty
a portal opens, shuts again
a vision of my past domain
vaseline soaked shalwars were found
telephonic tales unwound
black beauties saw, and fell their ground
u think i`d bark when SHE`S around?
enough! i`ve had my share of fun
the retard too must face the gun
the axe shall fall, the hounds must leap
my birth in hell won`t come out cheap
when satan hears the footmen shout
``teddys home, lets have it out!``
the tears will flow and words will die
when will i see that blood stained sky??
they`ll maim my soul and crucify
they`ll hang my skin from pillars high
they`ll castrate the body which was once i
they`ll chop my toes and feast on pie!
they`ll boil my sperm and cackle cry
while i sprout my wings and prepare to fly
for though lucifer may rule in nust
he can`t compete with teddys lust!
cuz when i fall, i`ll rise indeed
and jump upon my faithful steed
shandar he`s called, so screw my bane
i dream of horsies lustrous mane!!!
though angel i am, my halo`s growing rusty
follicles called stuble, navels turning crusty
a portal opens, shuts again
a vision of my past domain
vaseline soaked shalwars were found
telephonic tales unwound
black beauties saw, and fell their ground
u think i`d bark when SHE`S around?
enough! i`ve had my share of fun
the retard too must face the gun
the axe shall fall, the hounds must leap
my birth in hell won`t come out cheap
when satan hears the footmen shout
``teddys home, lets have it out!``
the tears will flow and words will die
when will i see that blood stained sky??
they`ll maim my soul and crucify
they`ll hang my skin from pillars high
they`ll castrate the body which was once i
they`ll chop my toes and feast on pie!
they`ll boil my sperm and cackle cry
while i sprout my wings and prepare to fly
for though lucifer may rule in nust
he can`t compete with teddys lust!
cuz when i fall, i`ll rise indeed
and jump upon my faithful steed
shandar he`s called, so screw my bane
i dream of horsies lustrous mane!!!
#12 Posted by Ras Siddiqui on March 30, 2001 7:18:56 pm
Liked the last two lines of the 3rd. poem
very much.
It is best to try and understand and write about
just one woman at a time!
Ras
#13 Posted by Urstruly on March 30, 2001 11:02:19 pm
Oyay Hinduo!
Where is chacha Sadhna. I am almost begining to miss him. She is the only one man enough among you. Gupta has turned into a foxy lady who likes to talk to herself and other laloo panjoos hindutva dogs are just a waste of breath. Listen and listen good. Hindu ass whupping week is scheduled a week from now when these goddamned poets will return our chowk back to us warriors. So `hay when the cat is away`. But I am watching you. Miss Mohajir make a note of it.
Where is chacha Sadhna. I am almost begining to miss him. She is the only one man enough among you. Gupta has turned into a foxy lady who likes to talk to herself and other laloo panjoos hindutva dogs are just a waste of breath. Listen and listen good. Hindu ass whupping week is scheduled a week from now when these goddamned poets will return our chowk back to us warriors. So `hay when the cat is away`. But I am watching you. Miss Mohajir make a note of it.
#14 Posted by ferozk on March 31, 2001 10:49:35 am
Re: Harish
A cryptic poem! There was a nightmarish touch of morbidity to the whole verse, which really appealed to the cynic in me!
The references to the Spanish Civil War and Picasso were interesting and given that Guernica was flattened by the German Luftwaffe, then known as the German Condor Legion while operating in the Spanish Civil War for Franco`s fasists, I have to ask you whether you were proverbially screaming in a personal sense at some thing?
Harish, yaar this is rhetorical question so ignore the reply! ;) lol
Still, like Slink said, it was a great poem and glad to see you back on the Chowk artile list!
Ciao!
A cryptic poem! There was a nightmarish touch of morbidity to the whole verse, which really appealed to the cynic in me!
The references to the Spanish Civil War and Picasso were interesting and given that Guernica was flattened by the German Luftwaffe, then known as the German Condor Legion while operating in the Spanish Civil War for Franco`s fasists, I have to ask you whether you were proverbially screaming in a personal sense at some thing?
Harish, yaar this is rhetorical question so ignore the reply! ;) lol
Still, like Slink said, it was a great poem and glad to see you back on the Chowk artile list!
Ciao!
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