Poetry

mangeshkar piggyback

Uzayer Masud

23 Nov 2023 — 1 min read

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panchhi banoon udti phiru mast gagan mein
To be a bird and fly in the magnificent skies
you tell me to live life for the living

aaj main aazaad hoon duniyaa ke chaman mein
And today I am free in the garden of the world
and not the capitalist imperial gods

mere jivan mein chamkaa saveraa
This morning light shines brightly in my life
but i gotta make friends, make money and the whole act work

mera dil se vo gham ka andheraa
Removing the darkness of sorrow from my heart
intellectualise my feelings and commodify my art

hare kheton mein gaaye koi lehraa
Someone sings, billowing in the green fields
how do i tell you i am alive, alive, alive

yahaan dil par kisi kaa na pehraa
No one guards the heart over here
that i have lived and want to fly

rang bahaaron ne bharaa mere jiivan mein
This Spring paints my life with colour
when every essay is about identity politics

aaj main aazaad hoon duniyaa ke chaman mein
And today I am free in the garden of the world
and you decide to quantify my life

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the summer (2021) i learned what gold means

the etymology of love

Nazrul's Immaculate Rizz - My Experience with Bangla and Internet Culture

of wanting to go home