On sad poetry

“I basked in you;
I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.
And death doesn’t prevent me from loving you.
Besides,
in my opinion you aren’t dead.
(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)”

― Franz Wright, Walking to Martha’s Vineyard

Enjoy Yourself

You work and work for years and years, you’re always on the go.
You never take a minute off, too busy makin’ dough.
Someday you say, you’ll have your fun, when you’re a millionaire.
Imagine all the fun you’ll have in your old rockin’ chair.

Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink.
The years go by, as quickly as a wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.

You’re gonna take that ocean trip, no matter come what may.
You’ve got your reservations made, but you just can’t get away.
Next year for sure, you’ll see the world, you’ll really get around,
But how far can you travel when you’re six feet underground?

Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams, your ravishing brunette,
She’s left you and she’s now become somebody else’s pet.
Lay down that gun, don’t try my friend to reach the great beyond.
You’ll have more fun by reaching for a redhead or a blond.

Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink.
The years go by, as quickly as a wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.

You never go to night clubs and you just don’t care to dance.
You don’t have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack,
But when you kiss a dollar bill, it doesn’t kiss you back.

Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink.
The years go by, as quickly as a wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.


—– Additional verses found in other versions —–

Another birthday’s here and gone, you’ve turned another page,
And suddenly you realize that you’ve reached middle age.
Just think of all the fun you’ve missed; it makes you kind of sad
It’s better to have had your wish than to have wished you had.

You worry when the weather’s cold, you worry when it’s hot,
You worry when you’re doing well, you worry when you’re not,
It’s worry, worry, all the time, you don’t know how to laugh.
They’ll think of something funny when they write your epitaph.

You love somebody very much, you want to set the date,
But money doesn’t grow on trees so you decide to wait.
You’re so afraid that you might bite off more than you can chew
Don’t be afraid; you won’t have teeth when you reach 92!

Poem: Enjoy Yourself

On being an innocent criminal

ख्वाबों का रंगीन होना गुनाह है..
इंसान का जहीन होना गुनाह है..

कायरता समझते हैं लोग मधुरता को..
जुबान का शालीन होना गुनाह है..

खुद की ही लग जाती है नजर..
हसरतों का हसीन होना गुनाह है..

लोग इस्तेमाल करते हैं नमक की तरह..
आंसुओं का नमकीन होना गुनाह है..

दुश्मनी हो जाती है मुफ्त में सैंकड़ों से..
इंसान का बेहतरीन होना गुनाह है..
Hindivichar Manch

Kissing in Vietnamese

My grandmother kisses
as if bombs are bursting in the backyard,
where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes
through the kitchen window,
as if somewhere, a body is falling apart
and flames are making their way back
through the intricacies of a young boy’s thigh,
as if to walk out the door, your torso
would dance from exit wounds.
When my grandmother kisses, there would be
no flashy smooching, no western music
of pursed lips, she kisses as if to breathe
you inside her, nose pressed to cheek
so that your scent is relearned
and your sweat pearls into drops of gold
inside her lungs, as if while she holds you
death also, is clutching your wrist.
My grandmother kisses as if history
never ended, as if somewhere
a body is still
falling apart.

Source: Kissing in Vietnamese by Ocean Vuong – Poems | poets.org

On friendship

Apni chaukhat ka chirag jale na jale

Yaaron ka aashian roshan rahe

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अपनी चौखट का चिराग जले ना जले

यारों का आशियां रौशन रहे

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