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ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ਾਇਰ ਬਣਨ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕੀਤੀ ਪਰ ਅਕ਼ਸਰ ਨਾਕਾਮ ਰਿਹਾ |

ਦੋ ਚਾਰ ਸਤਰਾਂ ਕੁ ਜੁੜੀਆਂ ਵੀ, ਤੇ ਕੁਝ ਲੋਕਾਂ ਨੇ ਪੜੀਆਂ ਵੀ,
ਸ਼ਾਇਦ ਚੰਗਾ ਲਿਖ ਲੈਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ, ਕੁਝ ਦਿਨ ਇਹ ਚਰਚਾ ਆਮ ਰਿਹਾ |

ਕੁਝ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਸੋਚ ਹਵਾਈ ਏ, ਕਖ ਜੋਗੇ ਵੀ ਅਕ੍ਖਰ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਬਦਨਾਮ ਹੋਏ ਤੇ ਕੀ ਹੋਇਆ, ਕੁਝ ਦਿਨ ਮਹਿਫਿਲ ਵਿਚ ਨਾਮ ਰਿਹਾ |

ਓਹ ਨਾਲ ਨਹੀ ਤੇ ਦੂਰ ਸਹੀ, ਮੇਰੇ ਦਿਲ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਉਮੀਦ ਤੇ ਹੈ,
ਪਰ ਮੇਰੀ ਆਸ ਦਾ ਸੂਰਜ ਫਿਰ ਵੀ, ਨਿੱਤ ਢਲਦਾ ਹਰ ਸ਼ਾਮ ਰਿਹਾ |

ਸ਼ੈਰੀ ਨੇ ਕਲਾਮ ਘਿਸਾਈ ਪਰ ਕੁਛ ਖਾਸ ਨਹੀ ਲਿਖ ਪਾਇਆ,
ਚਲੋ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਲੋਂ ਇਹ ਸਤਰਾਂ, ਕਵਿਤਾ ਨੂੰ ਪ੍ਰਣਾਮ ਰਿਹਾ |

ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ਾਇਰ ਬਣਨ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕੀਤੀ ਪਰ ਅਕ਼ਸਰ ਨਾਕਾਮ ਰਿਹਾ |

She that but little patience knew,
From childhood on, had now so much
A grey gull lost its fear and flew
Down to her cell and there alit,
And there endured her fingers' touch
And from her fingers ate its bit.

Did she in touching that lone wing
Recall the years before her mind
Became a bitter, an abstract thing,
Her thought some popular enmity:
Blind and leader of the blind
Drinking the foul ditch where they lie?

When long ago I saw her ride
Under Ben Bulben to the meet,
The beauty of her country-side
With all youth's lonely wildness stirred,
She seemed to have grown clean and sweet
Like any rock-bred, sea-borne bird:

Sea-borne, or balanced on the air
When first it sprang out of the nest
Upon some lofty rock to stare
Upon the cloudy canopy,
While under its storm-beaten breast
Cried out the hollows of the sea.

They know all wonders, for they pass
The towery gates of Gorias,
And Findrias and Falias,
And long-forgotten Murias,
Among the giant kings whose hoard,
Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,
Was robbed before earth gave the wheat;
Wandering from broken street to street
They come where some huge watcher is,
And tremble with their love and kiss.

They know undying things, for they
Wander where earth withers away,
Though nothing troubles the great streams
But light from the pale stars, and gleams
From the holy orchards, where there is none
But fruit that is of precious stone,
Or apples of the sun and moon.

When I am Dead,
your Tears May Flow,
But I Wont Know,
Cry for Me Now, Instead..

When I m Dead,
you will Send Flowers,
But I Wont See,
Send them Now, Instead..

When I AM Dead,
you will Say Words Of Praise,But I Won't Hear,
Praise Me Now, Instead..

When I M Dead,
you will forget My Faults,
But I Won't Know,
forget them Now, INSTEAD…!

King Guaire walked amid his court
The palace-yard and river-side
And there to three old beggars said,
'You that have wandered far and wide
Can ravel out what's in my head.
Do men who least desire get most,
Or get the most who most desire?'
A beggar said, 'They get the most
Whom man or devil cannot tire,
And what could make their muscles taut
Unless desire had made them so?'
But Guaire laughed with secret thought,
'If that be true as it seems true,
One of you three is a rich man,
For he shall have a thousand pounds
Who is first asleep, if but he can
Sleep before the third noon sounds.'
And thereon, merry as a bird
With his old thoughts, King Guaire went
From river-side and palace-yard
And left them to their argument.
'And if I win,' one beggar said,
'Though I am old I shall persuade
A pretty girl to share my bed';
The second: 'I shall learn a trade';
The third: 'I'll hurry' to the course
Among the other gentlemen,
And lay it all upon a horse';
The second: 'I have thought again:
A farmer has more dignity.'
One to another sighed and cried:
The exorbitant dreams of beggary.
That idleness had borne to pride,
Sang through their teeth from noon to noon;
And when the sccond twilight brought
The frenzy of the beggars' moon
None closed his blood-shot eyes but sought
To keep his fellows from their sleep;
All shouted till their anger grew
And they were whirling in a heap.

Michael Robartes And The Dancer by William Butler Yeats
He. Opinion is not worth a rush;
In this altar-piece the knight,
Who grips his long spear so to push
That dragon through the fading light,
Loved the lady; and it's plain
The half-dead dragon was her thought,
That every morning rose again
And dug its claws and shrieked and fought.
Could the impossible come to pass
She would have time to turn her eyes,
Her lover thought, upon the glass
And on the instant would grow wise.

She. You mean they argued.

He. Put it so;
But bear in mind your lover's wage
Is what your looking-glass can show,
And that he will turn green with rage
At all that is not pictured there.

She. May I not put myself to college?

He. Go pluck Athene by the hair;
For what mere book can grant a knowledge
With an impassioned gravity
Appropriate to that beating breast,
That vigorous thigh, that dreaming eye?
And may the Devil take the rest.

She. And must no beautiful woman be
Learned like a man?

He. Paul Veronese
And all his sacred company
Imagined bodies all their days
By the lagoon you love so much,
For proud, soft, ceremonious proof
That all must come to sight and touch;
While Michael Angelo's Sistine roof,
His "Morning' and his "Night' disclose
How sinew that has been pulled tight,
Or it may be loosened in repose,
Can rule by supernatural right
Yet be but sinew.

She. I have heard said
There is great danger in the body.

He. Did God in portioning wine and bread
Give man His thought or His mere body?

She. My wretched dragon is perplexed.

Hec. I have principles to prove me right.
It follows from this Latin text
That blest souls are not composite,
And that all beautiful women may
Live in uncomposite blessedness,
And lead us to the like - if they
Will banish every thought, unless
The lineaments that please their view
When the long looking-glass is full,
Even from the foot-sole think it too.

She. They say such different things at school.

Humne toh unki zulfon ke saaye mein rehne
ki kasam kha li
voh toh itni bewafa nikali ke apni zulfa
hi cutva di

Eh punjab hun pehlaan jiha nhi reha,
asin geetan ch siftan karde haan..

J Sift shayeran wich na kariye asi dhur andar takk bhaa jaange
j hor kise ne mehna maar ditta asi jeonde ji hi marr jaange..

~•●●♥--ਜੇਕਰ ਰਸਤਾ ਖੂਬਸੂਰਤ ਹੈ, ਪਤਾ ਕਰੋ ਕਿਸ ਮੰਜ਼ਿਲ ਤੱਕ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ.---♥●●•~ ~•●●♥--ਪਰ ਜੇ ਮੰਜ਼ਿਲ ਖੂਬਸੂਰਤ ਹੈ, ਤਾਂ ਰਸਤੇ ਦੀ ਪਰਵਾਹ ਨਾ ਕਰੋ.---♥●●•~ happy new year