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Archive for October, 2008

Quietly

They run in silence down my face

They run without an explanation

They make me feel unsafe

 

They won’t show themselves to you

They will wait until I’m gone

They will bring black thoughts

 

Dreadfully oppressed

By this feeling of constant loneliness

I see my culminating days

 

They have placed the blame on me

They have suppressed my thoughts

They have murdered my hopes

 

In silence down my face they run

Without an explanation

Making me feel unsafe

 

By no means can I let you know

The aching pain that my heart holds

Once more I feel oppressed

 

Time and time again

I blame myself

For the wrong I always make

 

Time and time again

I blame myself

For not having words to say

 

Dreadfully oppressed

For believing myself

The cause of your unhappiness

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Maula Mere

maula mere, maula mere, maula mere, maula mere
My God, My God, My God, My God
aankhein teri, kitni haseen
Your eyes, how beautiful
ki inkaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoon
That I have become their lover
mujhako basaa le, inme tu
Captivate me in them

(ishq hai
It is love
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere
My God, My God, My God, My God
ki inkaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoon
That I have become their lover
mujhako basaa le, inme tu
My heart says, captivate me in them

mujhse yeh har ghadi, meraa dil kahe
My heart tells me all the time
tum hi ho usaki aarzoo
You are its desire
mujhse yeh har ghadi, mere lab kahe
My lips tells me all the time
teri hi ho sab guftagoo
You are all it talks about
baatein teri itni haseen, main yaad inko jab kartaa hoon
Your speech is so enchanting, that when I remember them
phoolon si aaye, khushaboo
A scent of flowers prevails

rakh loon chhupaa ke main kahin tujhako
Let me hide you somewhere
saayaa bhi teraa naa main doon
Where your shadow can not reach
rakh loon banaa ke kahin ghar, main tujhe
Let me keep you in a house
saath tere, main hi rahoon
I will be there with you
zulfein teri, itni ghani
Your hair is so rich
dekh ke inko, yeh sochataa hoon
I think when I look at it
saaye me, inake main jiyoon
To live in them like a shadow

(ishq hai
It is love
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere
My God, My God, My God, My God
(meraa dil yahi bolaa, meraa dil yahi bola,
My heart told me, my heart told me
yaara raaz yeh usne hai mujh par kholaa
Friend, this secret has been opened up to me
ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil mein
That love is in the heart of
usko pasand karta hai maulaa)
Whoever God loves

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Only God knows the secrets in my heart
Only God knows the depth of my love

I wish I could live in his eyes
He’s got a place in my heart

Ishq hai…

maula mere..

 

Only God knows that in my thoughts

Only his name is uttered

 

I wish I could let him know

My most inner thoughts

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Pensándote

 

Lo que ves en mis ojos

Lo que dices estar

Distante… aguardando

 

Lo que ves en mis ojos

Lo que dices ser

Constante…anhelante

 

Aquello es un sentimiento

Inquebrantable

Inmutable,

E inalterable.

 

Aquello es un pensamiento

Indestructible,

Imborrable

Y vigente

 

Aquello son sensaciones

Dominantes,

Persistentes,

Y constantes.

 

Aquello es simplemente

Amor que crece y crece

Amor que no fallece

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Juan! Aní Ohevet Otja

 

Te siento

Te siento aún conmigo

Como si todavía no

Me hubiese ido

 

Te siento

Te siento en la poesía

Que es tan tuya

Como mía

 

Te siento

Te siento en la música

De mundos inminentemente

Lejanos…

 

Siento

Siento las caricias

De tus manos suaves

En mi pelo enredado

 

Te siento

Te siento aún conmigo

Como si todavía no

Me hubiese ido

 

Siento

Siento tus besos tibios

Tan profundamente anhelados

Palpitando aún en mis labios

 

Te siento

Tan increíblemente cerca

Siempre conmigo

 

 

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¿Ojos negros?

 

Pasado inalterable y recurrente

Pasado torturador

Y avasallador de sueños recientes

 

Pasado que te haces presente

Presente en versos que te nombran

Que te llaman y te sienten

 

Pasado que me quitas la reciente

Paz que en mi corazón crece

Crece…crecía y ahora perece

 

Mi pasado opresor y martirizante

Son aquellos velos y ojos negros

Que atraían tu mirada errante

 

Qué verdugo es tu pasado!

Al que aún estás encadenado

Qué impío y sanguinario!

 

 

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