Various Poems

Amir Sahab: I agree with qaisarkhan. ``Simplicity`` is really good. The element of surprise out of trite situation makes it impact-creating.

re: 33

Mickey?

Aamir,

Dreams, Simplicity >>> a sensitive and admirable work,

keep it up,

Qaisar

Ansari,

My favorites were in this order:

Dreams,
Home(How to make one)
Simplicity

cheers,
Fozia

Harpreet: he`s my neighbour. :o)

driz459: thank you for your comment. we start out walking then learn to run, we`ve only just begun.

Hello Amir
I read your poems and also some commint on your poems. But i am sorry to say that there no poetry in these poems. All poems are some statment. The onle one that reaches to some extent to the poetry level is your poem Dream though it is also not may be called a complete but it shows your talant to creat the poetry.

Aamir

Hmmm..i don`t think so...Who is she/he??

-h-

Harpreet: thanks mate! By the way, do you know a Premjeet Soorae?

Ana: my pleasure.

Ras: Thank you. I`m glad you enjoyed them.

Aamir,

Enjoyed them all but ``Dreams`` is really outstanding.

Maybe that is why onions make us cry when we cut them....

A Book for of your work coming out any time soon?


Ras

Deers Aamir :
plese allows me to ispeak to my friends purfassar Farzana on your takhti. thanxs :)

Deers Pruffasar Farzana :
Thanxs to replyings. /hai / i learns good angrezi frum yus. bhery soon peeple`s in farangi land, will think i ams also farangi .... :)

Ah the istawberries ... i like your nazm bhery much .Agains thankyous for talking in angrezi and agreeings to give me pravate tweeshuns in farangi langwhich.

the istawberries i thinks are dancing in the jams .... like in jams sesshuns, in farangi land everyone is gay and happy.... good thing no.

yours istudent ,
s

aamir, that was a wonderful story you told me in your reply to me....i thought i had acknowledged that, but i hadn`t.

ferzoo....loved the `bimbo`.... ;-) and my suspicions were correct the entire time....and the guys didn`t know what L`oreal is, good grief, their wives or future wives are worth it, don`t you think???!!!!
but this may be lost on them as well....so a bit of explanation is offered by the one who watches too many commercials...picture Andie McDowell talking about L`oreal hair color and saying `Because I`m worth it!` at the end!
love, a.

Farzana # 14

You are some of the Chowkees I hold in a great esteem. Always natural and bold. With a great writing style and lucidity.

I will look out for pees - and remain clear.

With Aamir`s parmesan...not aksd but taking for grants will be givens...he knowing story of my paapi peit. So allows allowance...

Shirin:
Thanks you for calling me iss-mart, like wal mart, no? sab kuchhh getting here, even what not wanting. You want tweeshun...arre, I aksd recently for time parting job in madrassa and told that my angrezi was WMD -- Wery Mind Dangling -- but when man in middle told maulvi he said i could be khaali-peelee, only everyone saying it is there, but not really there. Man in middle must give full story no...khair for you i will give ispeshal private tweeshun, you really knows bhandaar of talenting I have. (I will also by reaching Canada will gets whole world phaim.)I want to be from same thali also but i don want to be baingan...i like chikna bhindi;) and haan i also writes poetries, so for your question of strawberries, i will give jawaab in tarannum...raag Sabzi Mandi...

Strawberries in jam kya karela
They are bechara marela
so how they can be cousins of peas
when they are resting in peace?
in death you cants make out
if they are aise or waise
in life whether they were gay or free
i will haves to aks strawberry`s tree.

Yours dootiphul and gooding to see you agains here,
F

ana:
Heheh...Aamir might just shoot me for this. Btw, how was your chat with the `bimbo`???;) The co-conspirators had no choice...though poor guys did not know what L`oreal was!
Love,F

Ok Aamir: re-read the poems as I always do and now is a saner time to comment. I loved `Simplicity` -- it is sharper and more incisive. I also like ``Home`, though do feel that the `explanation` in the title could have been done away with or been made a seamless part of it...I hate parenthesis in poetry! And yes, am not sure if it makes sense but the second-last line ``And wait`` could have been omitted...to read
``And lose them
Until they find themselves.`` Just a thought.

Regarding `Purgatory`...here is my take...

I too might like to say Yeats
Coz I think it`s kind of neat
Will you forgive me
Or will you laugh with glee
For even the dates I know are the ones that grow on trees.

:)F

Aamir

You are the best

-h-

Onions say humko yaad aaya
Teri aankhen hain aaloo
Tere honth hai bhindi
..
Teri aankhen hain aaloo
Tere honth hai bhindi
Aur tere gaal hain tamatar
..
Teri aankhen hain aaloo
Tere honth hai bhindi
Aur tere gaal hain tamatar
Bol
Bol mai tujhe kya kahoon?
Apni mehbooba ya apni sabzi mandi

Shirinjee: LOL. We had a Tonka truck provide that service in our house. Thank you for your very nice words. Dua main yaad rakhiyega please.

Sobia: thank you. Did you go to matins yet? Hain?

Nazar sahab: adrak ka jaanay bandar ka swaad.

Aicha: no worries. Poetry will sneak up on you when you least suspect it. Glad you enjoyed the anecdote. Khush rahein. :)

Farzana: aapki aagya ka paalan kartay huay, no more hindi. Btw, aapko mithai ki kab se zaroorat parhne lagi, sweetness? Hope you feel better soon!

Sameer JB # 16

Qat`l Wajab :


Yeh Qissa Aam Hai ,
Pyaaz pey jub Shabaab hai,

Churhee haal sey be_haal hai,
Neeyat murghee kii bhii kharab hai,

Tuu kar yeh ab qissa mukhtasir,
Gajar Mooley pey kar nazar,

Ab kitchen meiN na dekh idhar udhar,
Baat na merii kar darguzar,

Khai ga tou `gar vegtebles,
Rahey ga tawana umr bhar ,

Sameer jee bus kareiN aik karam,
Chowk pey likhna kareiN na kumm :)))))

Farzana :

I ams very very pleeeesd to reads about the peas ... hai!!!!!! you are so iss_smart .... but you see i am also baingan from the is_same thallee ...so i asks you , what you think?? the iss_trawberries are cousins of the pea`s?? ... they all stay ``sung sung`` in the is_strawberry jams hai na ???

I hope you will give tweeshun to me ....you can send me homeworks on emails @ i want to learn angraizi.com and i reply to you .....

yours respectfully,
your dost,
Shirin

p.s. yaar kahaN ho ? aap kii raah dekH rahee haiN yeh tarsee nigaheiN :)

ik roz kya hua
lagi thi bhook be inteha
bas chohla diya jala
tha pateeli meiN na pyaz, na ghee, na chicken
yaani thi khali
aisay meiN ik churi ki pyasi nigah neiN
dekha jo pyaz ko
jo paRa hua tha pateeli ke aass pass
chuRi ka pyar dekh kay ghabra gaya pyaz
patti patti kaamp uthi
adrak say yeh na dekha gaya
aankh moond li
mirchaiN bhi ro paReN
ab bhi kitchen meiN hoti hae jalfrezi jab tayyar
ro ro kay pyaz duhai deta hae baar baar
qat`l peh aamada say kabhi na karna pyar

ferzi:
LOL. tum bhi kamaal ki batein karti ho...ek dum chikaaas!

Aamir: the mithais in my system will make me say things far too sweet for you to digest :) I do need a doc, though...haan, again...

Eik aur baat....kripya karke aap Hindi mein bolney ka prayatna mat kariye, woh bhi temporal ke saath jinka gyan iss kathin bhaasha ke baare mein aur bhi kum hai :)

For the first time I have seen a barf bag that could be potentially misused so blatantly...I mean suppose there was a shortage of bags and someone needed it urgently and you being a good soul offered the one scrawled with your words...and then someone goes puke-puke into it?? Kitnee tauheen hotee lafsaun ki....okok...antibios ka kamaal, so pliss escoos....you know what I would have said about the poems na?

nazarhayatkhan:
Don`t know about onions, but peas are definitely gay...all in one pod, eik ke peechey eik...btw, any specific reason for the query. Just curious.

sobia:


Baagh Main Hungami Ijlaas

aao bachcho bagh chalaiN, baagh chalian
kuch ghoomaiN, ga’aiN aur tafrih karaiN
arey wahaN dekho woh shore kaisa?
bhindi bhee hay, baigun bhee, pyaz bhee
sabziyouN ka mushaira ho goya
sub ko yehi rog thaa kay yeh aadmi
bhook ko apni mitanay kay lyay
ain aalam-e-shabab main oonki jaan
aag say, kabhi oobaltay paani say
aur kabhi kachcha hee khaa jatay haiN
yeh mard-aurat zaat dil walay kahaaN
gar dil hota to hassaaas na hotay?
srif pait ki bhook hay meh`wur inka
jaaNwar kha’aye aur sabzi phul kha’aye
kabhi tou aadmi aadmi ko kha’aye!

sabziyouN ki yeh katha`aiN sunn kar
meh-we hairaan raha buhat daire tuk
laikin jub ghalba bhook ka hu’a
kabaab kay saath pyaz bhee kha gaya!

...t


ps: bspnd away from familiar haunts (and of course focused shopping;))

Aamir - pls forgive me if I dont comment on your poetry. Kya karen poetry goes over my head but your story to Ana is what makes coming to chowk worthwhile.
maybe someday poems will make sense.

That was a whiff of fresh fragrant air in this noisy cocophony of strong positions and beliefs on Chowk.

Your poetry really sets a scene where the rain drops are falling from a leaf on by one. It is quiet and cool. Light misty breeze shaking the new buds. One has a low blood pressure and is at peace with oneslf.

Just a thought - are there any ``Gay`` onions?

aamir, enjoyed reading your poems...especially liked `dreams` and `home`!

t: if onions could chowk? heh :) roz and you can enjoy watching your onions `chowk` and fall in love..i`ll stick to eating mine..gobble gobble

Chowk-staff: this is a nice surprise. Thank you for being so kind.

Ana: thanks! Glad you liked them. As Chowkstaff mentioned these are old poems written a while ago. Actually, I wrote Purgatory on the plane back from TO last year and there`s an interesting anecdote associated with it.
Whenever I`m travelling, or moving through airports, I always have a whole lot of ideas buzzing through my head. Maybe it`s the perception of displacement or all those different travellers from all over the world opening up worlds of possibilities or whatever; it`s busy up there! So when I get on to the plane I take the (barf)bag they put in the pouch in front of you and jot down whatever I`m thinking. So anyways, I got on the plane and having settled into my seat, pulled out the bag and started scrawling all over, oblivious to my neighbour. Shortly, the man got up and pulled out a writing pad from his bags and handed it to me to write on. He said his name was Joseph and that he always had ideas at the most unusual places so he carried this pad with him. I introduced myself and mentioned that I was a medical student. ``Oh you`re a doctor then?``
``Well, yes, I suppose.`` ``Do you know what a Dupuytren`s contracture is?`` ``Yes.`` ``Ok, Dr Ansari, what`s special about the surgery performed for a Dupuytren`s contracture?`` I didn`t know and told him so. ``It`s the only orthopedic procedure in which they perform both a fasciotomy and a fasciectomy. Here look,`` and he showed me his hands, which had been operated on for the contracture. ``They often call me in, to sit in exams for doctors!``
Joseph was (is) a remarkable man. He spoke of his travels (he`d been around the world and was particularly fond of sailing) and his cooking (if you were given a choice of ten people to ask to dinner one night, who would you ask?) and of course, poetry. He was extraordinarily well read and, well, was just such a pleasure to talk to.
One thing I`ll never forget: when we landed at Dubai, he told me that even though he was an atheist, and didn`t generally believe in God, the distance we had just covered from Toronto all the way to Dubai, was huge and that we had done it so safely, it meant something. I saw him genuflect solemnly to himself.

roz: muchos gracias. Btw, Arain? Conspiracy? What are you talking man?

hamid sahab: as Bob Dylan says, ``baby, you got no brains to hide.`` I`d be useless on that comittee. Thanks anyways.

temporal: dhaniyavaad, shastri-ji! Aaj kal ik kathin samasya ke main uljha hua hoon; kripya praathna kariya ga.

Dearest Aamir :

What a great blend from the wide spectrum of `feelings` .....

Don`t laugh, but Home (How To Make One) reminded me of Martha Stewart .... lol ....

Loved simplicity, and dreams ....
Dreams took me down memory lane ..... when my toddler who was a very picky eater then, would leave his ` last niwalla ` i would say to him .... ` yeh becharra roi`eye ga `.... yes vegetables have feelings :)


You`ll make a great tabeeb !!

Lots of love ,
sa:)

Unwilling Now!
I have put my heart on a leash.
It can`t get away, no matter how hard it tries.
Being tied up for so long, poor thing has gotten used to being alone.
It has suffered so many times, seen various seasons, nonchalantly.
Drop dead romantic as it was once but no more.
It has been played by, laughed upon, but it has always cried.
Through the trials and tribulations it learned...
It learned to live on its own, alone and deprived.
Now it cringes from the sight of love.
Sometimes it laughs and sometimes it cries and bleeds.
And at times it doesn`t understand what real life means.
It dreams and makes sandcastles on a stormy beach.
Not a little light of love buried in a dungeon`s cell.
Yet at other times it`s cold and doesn`t come under the spell.
Wolfs barge in every now and then and scratch the wounds.
They bleed again and heal after a short while.
My heart has learned a filthy lesson.
Now is free to go anywhere, but it doesn`t and I wonder why?
I think I am all it has amounted, don`t need love ever more.
From ``My Life , My Love``
By Ali KC (1983-XxXx)

aamir:

...liked purgatory and dreams...

Maybe even onions fall in love.

maybe?

...is life possible without oxygen?
...is life possible without love...if onions could chowk;)

...t