Thursday, August 20, 2009

Untitled...punjabi poem..


“The heart was made to be broken.”
Oscar Wilde


Jogann kendi aa…
Sadde saanjhe supne main vekhdi rayi,
Te mahi mera kinniya raata sutta c nai,
Akhkha khulli der raat te main kalli c khadi,
Jiththe kal c amrit hun anjhua di nadi bahii!
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Karda c pyaar o mainnu hun tak aetbaar,
Twadde darr ne kitta c o akhkhara da waar,
Kedi darrdi nabj rishte da naa badal gai,
Unnu hune v supna maan akhkha band kar payi!
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Oude waapas aan di chah ch sajdi aa,
Ae karke main roj swer bue te bendi aa,
O de aan de weham ch muk jave naa hun jindri,
Hunn raata nu ae soch hi main dardi aa!
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Rishta naa badal gaya, te darr apni roh,
Rab di mehr hunn main v badli soch rakhdi:

“Haiga o mera ta Rab ne appe sannu kol kar dena,
Vakhari je saddi rah, koi naa sannu ek kr sakda!”

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“Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.”
Anonymous

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Badle mein MAIN badal raha..!!


badle (revenge) mein main badal (change)raha...

Asht-Vasht se halaat hai,
Kirno ka subah se naata nahi!
Chamak jo thi kal paak se,
Daag hi ban aaj chubh rahi!

Ek kaanch ki chubhan ne,
Darpan ke maaine badal diye!
Khud ka yeh chehra dekhlo,
Itne bhi fursat k lamhe nahi!

Lehra rahii thi jo patang,
Mere maanje ne kaat di!
Apna sa laga abb jab aasmaa,
Kyu phir tanhaai khaa rahi!

Har kann jo raakh sang dafan hai,
Apne hii chere galat jaachta!
Dhulne ko raaji har daag hai,
Par pyaasa phir bhi aag hi maangta!

Apne hi aks se dhoka kar raha,
Meri liye bani kudrat se lad raha,
Khud jal raha, tujhe jalaa raha,
Badle mein main badal raha!
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Badle mein main badal raha!

Ye have heard that it hath seen said, Thou shalt love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy.
But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;
That ye may be the children of your father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.
For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? Do not even the publicans do the same?
And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others ? Do not even the publicans so?
Be ye therefore prefect, even your father which is in the heaven is perfect.

Mathew 5: 43-48
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