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« on: September 24, 2010, 03:33:19 PM »
Mirza Sahiba (Punjabi: ਿਮਰਜ਼ਾ ਸਾਹਿਬਾਂ, مرزا صاحباں, mirzā sāhibāṁ) is one of the four popular tragic romances of the Punjab. The other three are Heer Ranjha, Sassi Punnun and Sohni Mahiwal. Mirza Sahiba is one of the classical Punjabi love stories just like Sassi Punnun, Heer Ranjha and Sohni Mahiwal.
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Mirza–Sahiba is a treasure of Punjabi literature. It is a romantic tragedy. Sahiba was a love-lorn soul. Shayer Pillo raves about her beauty and says," As Sahiba stepped out with a lungi tied around her waist, the nine angels died on seeing her beauty.
Mirza and Sahiba were childhood playmates and both were born in Jat family [1], as mentioned in many books and folk tales in punjab,and they fell in love with each other. But when this beauty is about to be wedded forcibly to Tahar Khan by her parents, without any hesitation she sends a taunting message to Mirza, whom she loves, to his village Danabad, through a Brahmin called Kammu.
"You must come and decorate Sahiban’s hand with the marriage henna.....
Mirza Khan was the son of Wanjhal Khan, the leader of the Kharal tribe in Danabad, a town in the Jaranwala area of Faisalabad, Pakistan. Sahiba was the daughter of Mahni, the chief of Khewa, a town in Sial Territory in the Jhang district Punjab. Mirza was sent to his relatives' house in Khewa to study, where he met Sahiba and they fell in love. Her family opposed the relationship, and instead arranged a marriage with a member of the Chadhar family.
This is the time you have to protect your self respect and love, keep your promises, and sacrifice your life for truth. Mirza arrived on his horse, Bakki the night before the wedding and secretly carried her away, planning to elope. Sahiba's brothers got to know about this and decided to follow them. On the way, as Mirza lies under the shade of a tree to rest for a few moments, Sahiba's brothers and chanders caught up with them.
Sahiba was a virtuous and a beautiful soul who did not desire any bloodshed to mar the one she loved. She did not want her hands drenched in blood instead of henna. She knew Mirza was a great archer and he will not miss his target, and if he strikes, her brothers would surely die. Before waking up Mirza, Sahiban breaks his arrows so he can't use them. She presumes on seeing her, her brothers would feel sorry and forgive Mirza and take him in their arms. But the brothers and chanders attack Mirza and kill him. Sahiban takes a sword and slaughters herself and thus bids farewell to this world.
Out of all the legendary stories, mirza sahiba's story is the only story where the guy's name comes first and then the girl's. all others start with girl's name for example: Heer Ranjha, Sassi Punnun, Sohni Mahiwal, Laila Majnu. actually theother folk love stories where the guy's name comes first as (Yousaf khan Sherbano)(Mosa khan Gul maky)(Umar Marvi).
Innumerable folk songs of Punjab narrate the love tale of Sassi and Punnu. The women sing these songs with great emotion and feeling, as though they are paying homage to Sassi with lighted on her tomb. It is not the tragedy of the lovers. It is the co ly believed that the soil of the Punjab has been blessed. God has blessed these lovers. Though their love ended in death, death was a blessing in disguise, for this blessing is immortalized.
Waris shah who sings the tale of Heer elevates mortal love to the same pedestal as spiritual love for God saying," When you start the subject of love, first offer your invocation to God". This has always been the custom in Punjab, where mortal love has been immortalized and enshrined as spirit of love.
Just as every society has dual moral values, so does the Punjabi community. Everything is viewed from two angles, one is a close up of morality and the other is a distant perspective. The social, moral convictions on one hand give poison to Heer and on the other make offerings with spiritual convictions at her tomb, where vows are made and blessings sought for redemption from all sufferings and unfulfilled desires.
But the Sassis, Heers, Sohnis and others born on this soil have revolted against these dual moral standards. The folk songs of Punjab still glorify this rebelliousness.
"When the sheet tear, It can be mended with a patch: How can you darn the torn sky? If the husband dies, another one can be found, But how can one live if the lover dies?"
And perhaps it is the courage of the rebellious Punjabi woman, which has also given her a stupendous sense of perspective. Whenever she asks her lover for a gift she says,
"Get a shirt made for me of the sky And have it trimmed with the earth"
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« on: September 24, 2010, 03:25:50 PM »
Love Story is a 1970 romance novel by American writer Erich Segal. The book's origins were in that of a screenplay Segal wrote and was subsequently approved for production by Paramount Pictures. Paramount requested that Segal adapt the story into novel form as a preview of sorts for the film. The novel was released on February 14, 1970, Valentine's Day.[1] Portions of the story originally appeared in The Ladies' Home Journal.[2] Love Story became the top-selling work of fiction for all of 1970 in the United States, and was translated into more than 20 languages. A sequel, Oliver's Story, was published in 1977. The film (Love Story) was released on December 16, 1970.
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The novel tells of Oliver Barrett IV, who comes from a family of wealthy and well-respected Harvard University graduates. At Radcliffe library, the Harvard student meets and falls in love with Jennifer Cavelleri, a working-class, quick-witted Radcliffe College student. Upon graduation from college, the two decide to marry against the wishes of Oliver's father, who thereupon severs ties with his son.
Without his father's financial support, the couple struggles to pay Oliver's way through Harvard Law School with Jenny working as a private school teacher. They rent the top floor of a house near the Law School at 119 Oxford Street, in the Agassiz neighborhood of Cambridge, adjacent to a local laundromat. Graduating third in his class at Harvard Law, Oliver takes a position at a respectable New York law firm.
With Oliver's new income, the pair of 24-year-olds decide to have a child. After failing, they consult a medical specialist, who after repeated tests, informs Oliver that Jenny is ill and will soon die. Oliver then tries again. While this is not stated explicitly, she appears to have leukemia.
As instructed by his doctor, Oliver attempts to live a "normal life" without telling Jenny of her condition. Jenny nevertheless discovers her ailment after confronting her doctor about her recent illness. With their days together numbered, Jenny begins costly cancer therapy, and Oliver soon becomes unable to afford the multiplying hospital expenses. Desperate, he seeks financial relief from his father. When the senior Barrett asks if he needs the money because he got some girl "in trouble", Oliver says yes instead of telling his father the truth about Jenny's condition.
From her hospital bed, Jenny speaks with her father about funeral arrangements, then asks for Oliver. She tells him to avoid blaming himself, and asks him to embrace her tightly before she dies. They lie together on the hospital bed.
The novel also includes the double meaning of a love story between Oliver and his father, highlighted by the scene between Oliver and his father at the end of the book. When Mr. Barrett realizes that Jenny is ill and that his son borrowed the money for her, he immediately sets out for New York. By the time he reaches the hospital, Jenny is dead. Mr. Barrett apologizes to his son, who replies with something Jenny once told him: "Love means never having to say you're sorry."
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« on: September 24, 2010, 03:20:30 PM »
Guru Hargobind was the sixth Guru. He was very tall, very brave, and very handsome. He was a fearless and courageous warrior, but he also had the calm presence of Guru Nanak himself. He would talk about Jap Ji and how it works. You know that Jap Ji is the first thing that Guru Nanak wrote down for us, right? It is the most beautiful and sacred prayer. So one time Guru Hargobind sent a message to all his Sikhs. He said, “I call upon all my Sikhs to come in my presence and sing the Jap Ji Sahib.” He sent out a message that there would be a Jap Ji competition. So people came and they sang Jap Ji to Guru Hargobind, so he could listen to them. Someone would come and sing and he would be pleased and he would bless them. And someone else would come and sing and he would be pleased and he would bless them
Then one day, a man came in to sing Jap Ji like everyone else. This man had great devotion in him, and he sang with deep purity and beauty. While this man was singing Jap Ji, the Sikhs of Guru Hargobind noticed that the Guru was slowly moving off his throne. They didn’t understand. Toward the end, after Guru Hargobind had gotten nearly completely off his thrown, Guru Hargobind jumped back onto his throne. When the man finished, Guru Hargobind blessed him and then offered him a beautiful horse and some gold for how beautifully he sang Jap Ji Sahib. “Oh my God, Guru Ji, thank you so much! You’ve given me much gold and wealth and a what a wonderful horse you have given to me also! I am so blessed to serve you my King!” Then he bowed down to the Guru, took the horse and gold, and happily went back to his wife and his home
It was not very surprising to the Sikhs of Guru Hargobind that somebody would be blessed by the Guru with a gift of gold. But they were very curious about why the Guru was getting off his throne and then jumped back onto it while he listened to the man sing Jap Ji. So they asked him, “Oh Guru Ji, Maharajan ke Maharaja, please tell us a true answer to this question. We don’t understand why you were getting off the throne and then why you jumped back onto it. Can you please explain to us why you did this Maharaj Ji?
Guru Hargobind said, “This Sikh’s Japji Sahib was so beautiful, he sang it with such a pure devotion and longing for God. He looked just like Guru Nanak when he sang. I was wondering how I could bless him for such perfect devotion. The truth is, there is nothing in this world that can compare to the Naam. The only thing I could offer him was the throne of Guru Nanak, which is immortal and beyond this world. What else could I bless him with? Being absorbed in this devotion, I began to get off the throne so he could sit on it. Then, the man started thinking, ‘Oh, look at that healthy and expensive horse someone just brought the Guru! Oh and look, someone just brought him gold coins also. If the Guru is very much pleased with me, maybe he will give me the horse and the gold. I would like that very much.’ That is when I jumped back on the throne. You see, the gift of the Naam is beyond this world. When this Sikh of mine thought of worldly rewards, I knew that he couldn’t sit on the throne of Guru Nanak, which is immortal and beyond this world. The throne is priceless, and only one who is not thinking of himself can sit on it. A person who thinks of themself cannot sit on the throne which serves all humanity. Only the person whose mind is only attached to the Naam, every second of their life, only that person can sit on the throne of Guru Nanak.
The Sikhs understood what had happened, and they marveled at the Guru, for having such a perfect meditation that he could sit on this throne. Now you know the real value of Jap Ji. It is beyond anything in this life, it is more precious than life itself.
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« on: September 24, 2010, 03:16:11 PM »
Jagjit's Mysterious Book
Once there was a man who's name was Jagjit. When he was young, his parents always used to fight with each other. His brothers and sisters were mean to him and they never had very much money. But when he grew up he become very wealthy, he had lots and lots of friends and he was a very kind man. He was very happily married and had many blessings in life.
One time Jagjit had a guest visit his house, "Welcome Gupta, please come in!" The guest loved him, and he loved her. Her name was Narayan Gupta, she was Jagjit's best friend. Jagjit went to get some food for them to eat, "While I'm gone, treat this as your own home!" She decided to comb her hair and went looking for an extra comb. When she came in Jagjit's room, she saw a beautiful altar with flowers, incense and beautiful inspiring pictures above it. The alter looked so enchanting, Narayan moved closer to see everything. She noticed some really dazzling and expensive jewels! "Wow! rubies, emeralds... sapphire gems all decorating this wonderful altar! This is so gorgeous. I didn't know my friend was that rich!" As she moved closer to see what was there. Narayan's eyes shined as she saw more wonders.
In the center of the altar was a book. The cover of the book was filled with the most expensive jewels, and rich designs. The letters were made out of solid gold and studded with the purest glittering diamonds! "Gold...pure diamonds!! I've never heard of a book that has so much jewelry on it! What kind of book is this anyway?" As she looked closer, the gold designs were so tiny that it seemed only an ant could have crafted it. "What kind of stories could possibly be written in this book?" Gupta became even more intrigued when she read the gold and diamond studded title of this seemingly magical book. It said, 'The Secret To All Happiness And Success'.
Even though it was on her best friends altar, she couldn't resist herself. She had to open the book to see what was written inside. On the first page she saw something written by her friend, Mr. Jagjit himself. "It's definitely his handwriting."
It looked like a diary. "If it's just a diary, why would he have put so many expensive jewels on this book??" She was so so curious now! "What is on these pages? Did Jagjit write down notes from a spiritual master? Does it contain the secrets of the universe??"
She read from the first page. It said: "It is December and I am 9 years old. Today I was walking down the street and a lady I've never met before smiled and said 'Hi' to me. She was a stranger and she waved to me as she walked by. It made me feel nice." Narayan flipped forward some pages: "It is March and I am 14 years old. God must have given me a high-five today because I just found a five dollar bill on the road. I feels good to be lucky!" She flipped some more pages forward: "It is June and I am 18 years old. My friend Narayan Gupta just treated me to lunch. I thanked her. It was very generous of her to do that for me." Narayan thought, "Gosh that was so many years ago. I can't believe he remembered that. Yes actually think about it I did give him lunch! I was in a generous mood that day!"
She was still confused though, "It really wasn't worth writing down... who thinks of such small things? Why did Jagjit write down all these little things that happened? They were nice things sure, but why did he put such a silly thing in the middle of his altar? Why on earth did he put so many diamonds and gold work on the cover of the book? And why is the book called 'The Secret To All Happiness and Success.'!?"
She flipped through more of the book. It was filled... filled with these things that happened in Jagjit's life. Some were big things, but by far, most of them very small things. One of the entries said: "It is September and I am 30 years old. My mom just gave me something I really like for my birthday. I love my family so much!" Gupta thought to herself, "I don't understand Jagjit. He's always been a very smart man... he mostly seems very happy, he has a good job that he really likes doing, he loves his wife and kids very much, he has everything he's really wanted in life.... actually come to think of it... HE REALLY MUST HAVE THE SECRET TO HAPPINESS AND SUCCESS!!"
Just then the door opened, Gupta was surprised, "Oh! Sorry, I was just... I .. the altar... it..it smelled nice..." "I see you've found my secret to success and happiness." He said. What did he mean it was the 'secret to his success and happiness'? What was so special about these little things that happened in Jagjit's life? Do you know the secret to success and happiness?
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« on: September 24, 2010, 03:04:05 PM »
God In Every Moment
Once a group of very religious men and women, from every religion, got together. A young child watched them as they spoke to each other. These people were all talking about very important subjects and they were discussing how the Universe is. One of the religious leaders honestly expressed himself, "I am CHRISTIAN; There is only one way to God , and that is the way I preach shmana shmana shman.." Then another lady spoke honestly, "I am HINDU and I know of a God that is much older and wiser than your God blah, blah, blah!" "I am SIKH and none of you know what you are talking about. Here is what God is.. gugga dugga bugga shmugga.." "I am JEWISH and God is Universal. What all of YOU don't understand is tukha taka, shmata, pitata.." "No no! I am a MUSLIM, this is all wrong, God is pupa dubba, bubba, upup.."
All the beautiful, knowledgeable, learned scholars and leaders of the different religions discussed these deep matters, "Shmanashmamaman" "Blah, blah, blah, blah" "Nugga, pugga, dubba.." "Pitaka, smaka, taka.." "Bup upub bubupoo" .. The child who was watching this nonsense finally spoke up, "What are you all talking about?!" ...... For a moment everyone became very quiet.... "You're all talking from your heads, God is in our hearts!"
Everyone seemed to understand what the child meant. The adults thought they knew a lot, but they forgot that God is here... right now.. at this moment! Now, instead of talking, the people closed their eyes and breathed a deep sigh of relief. The sound of everyone relaxing and breathing deeply filled the air. They began smiling at each other! They understood that we all are children - we are children of the One God who lives inside everyone and everything in the universe. Some of us children have different religions, just like we have different houses and different families. We have different ways of talking about God, but we will all have a lot more fun if we play nice with each other and see God in each other’s eyes.
Everyone began feeling more, they began laughing and hugging each other. "Hahah, I just feel so much compassion now!" "I'm having so much fun! We're just a big family!" "Haha, I hear the voice of God all over here!" "From the begining of time, we have always been one!" "I am just so humbled to feel God's greatness!" The heavens are like the parents of us all, and they want us to have fun playing with each other. So let's respect each other’s ways of thinking. Let's always remember that we all come from the same place, and we all return to that same place.
Like a celebration, the child innocently spoke the Truth, "God lives in each moment, God is full of freshness!" We always chant the Naam and keep our hearts innocent.
The Guru says,
"Sach Parmesar Nit Nava - The True Lord is always fresh and new,
Gur Kirpa Te Nit Chava - By Guru's grace, I always chant the Naam."
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ਉਸਦੀ ਵਫ਼ਾ ਨੂੰ ਹੋਰ ਨਾ , ਅਜ਼ਮਾਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੀਂ |
ਰੋਸੇ ਮਿਟਾ ਕੇ ਯਾਰ ਨੂੰ , ਗਲ਼ ਲਾਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੀਂ |
ਪੱਕਾ ਠਿਕਾਣਾ ਵੀ ਬਣਾ , ਬੇਸ਼ੱਕ ਬਿਗਾਨੇ ਦੇਸ਼ ਵਿੱਚ,
ਫਿਰ ਵੀ ਕਦੇ, ਇਸ ਦੇਸ਼ ਵਿੱਚ , ਮੁੜ ਆਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੀਂ |
ਅਪਨੇ ਗ਼ਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ , ਸੋਗ ਨੂੰ , ਦਿਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਛੁਪਾ ਕੇ ਵੀ ਕਦੇ,
ਸਭ ਦੀ ਖੁਸ਼ੀ ਦੇ ਵਾਸਤੇ , ਮੁਸਕਾਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੀਂ |
ਦੇਖੀਂ ਕਿਤੇ ਨਾ ਦੂਰ ਹੀ , ਰੁੱਸ ਕੇ ਚਲੇ ਜਾਵੀਂ ਘਰੋਂ ,
ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਭੁਲਾ ਕੇ ਸ਼ਾਮ ਤੱਕ , ਘਰ ਆਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੀਂ |
ਔਵੇਂ ਸਹਾਰੇ ਵਾਸਤੇ , ਤਿਨਕੇ ਰਹੀਂ ਨਾ ਭਾਲਦਾ ,
ਹਿੰਮਤ ਕਰੀਂ , ਪਰਲੇ ਕਿਨਾਰੇ ਜਾਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੀਂ |
ਲਾਉਂਦਾ ਰਿਹੈ ਤੇ ਲਾਏਗਾ , ਤੈਨੂੰ ਜ਼ਮਾਨਾ ਫੱਟ ਬੜੇ ,
ਪਰ ਤੂੰ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਜ਼ਖ਼ਮ ਨੂੰ , ਸਹਿਲਾਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੀਂ |
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« on: September 24, 2010, 09:26:09 AM »
sagar de vich kishti ohi per swaar badal gaye
shohrtan de nashe vich ohna de khyaal badal gaye
safar tan ohna ne dubara shuru kar liya
dukh wali gal c, is wari ohna de kirdar badal gaye
koi shikva nahi KAMLE nu, oh yaad tan karange jaroor
jadon ohna wangu ohna de wafadaar badal gaye..............
KAMLA PUNJABI
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« on: September 24, 2010, 09:11:43 AM »
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲ਼ਾਗਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਕਹਾਂਗਾ,
ਆਜਾ 'ਕੱਠੇ ਜੀਅ ਲਈਏ
ਕੱਠੇ ਮਰਨ ਲਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ਼,
ਅਜੇ ਵਕਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ!
.....
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲ਼ਾਂਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਕਹਾਂਗਾ,
ਆਜਾ ਕਿਤੇ ਬਹਿ ਲਈਏ,
ਹੋਰ ਤੁਰਨ ਲਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ਼,
ਅਜੇ ਵਕਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ!
.....
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲਾਂਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਕਹਾਂਗਾ,
ਆਜਾ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਕਰ ਲਈਏ,
ਚੁੱਪ ਰਹਿਣ ਲਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ਼,
ਅਜੇ ਵਕਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ!
.....
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲ਼ਾਂਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਕਹਾਂਗਾ,
ਆਜਾ ਖ਼ਾਬ ਕੋਈ ਬੁਣੀਏ,
ਹੋਰ ਟੁੱਟਣ ਲਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ਼,
ਅਜੇ ਵਕਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ!
.....
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲ਼ਾਂਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਕਹਾਂਗਾ,
ਆਜਾ ਸਾਲ, ਸਦੀ ਬਣਾਈਏ,
ਸਾਲ ਗਿਣਨ ਲਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ਼,
ਅਜੇ ਵਕਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ!
.....
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲ਼ਾਗਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਕਹਾਂਗਾ,
ਆਜਾ 'ਕੱਠੇ ਜੀਅ ਲਈਏ
ਕੱਠੇ ਮਰਨ ਲਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ਼,
ਅਜੇ ਵਕਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ!
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲ਼ਾਗਾਂ ਤਾਂ........
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« on: September 24, 2010, 12:07:40 AM »
ਜੇ ਦਿੰਦਾ ਨਾ ਅੱਖੀਆਂ ਰੱਬ ਸਾਨੂੰ..
ਦੱਸ ਕਿਦਾਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਦੀਦਾਰ ਕਰਦੇ..
ਅੱਖਾਂ ਮਿਲੀਆਂ ਤਾਂ ਮਿਲਿਆ ਤੂੰ ਸਾਨੂੰ..
ਦੱਸ ਕਿਦਾਂ ਨਾ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਪਿਆਰ ਕਰਦੇ..
ਹਰ ਮੋੜ 'ਤੇ ਪੈਣ ਭੁਲ਼ੇਖੇ ਤੇਰੇ..
ਦੱਸ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਰੁੱਕ ਕੇ ਤੇਰਾ ਇੰਤਜ਼ਾਰ ਕਰਦੇ..
ਜੇ ਮਿਲਦਾ ਸੱਜਣਾ ਤੂੰ ਹਰ ਇਕ ਜਨਮ ਵਿਚ..
ਤੈਨੂੰ ਕਬੂਲ ਅਸੀਂ ਹਰ ਵਾਰ ਕਰਦੇ..
ਇਕ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਹੁਣ ਸਾਡੀ..
ਅਸੀਂ ਪਿਆਰ ਨਹੀਂ ਬਾਰ ਬਾਰ ਕਰਦੇ
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« on: September 23, 2010, 11:55:49 PM »
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜਦ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮਾਂ ਨੇ ਲਾਡ ਲਡਾਇਆ,
ਭੁੱਬਾਂ ਮਾਰ ਕੇ ਕੁਰਲਾਉਂਦੇ ਨੂੰ,ਘੁੱਟ ਕੇ ਸੀਨੇ ਲਾਇਆ |
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜਦ ਬਾਪੂ ਨੇ ਮੋਢੇ ਤੇ ਬਿਠਾਇਆ,
ਕੀ ਚੰਗਾ ਕੀ ਮਾੜਾ,ਭੇਤ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਦਾ ਸਮਝਾਇਆ|
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜਦ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਗੁਰੂਆਂ ਨੇ ਲੜ ਲਾਇਆ,
ਸਿਧੇ ਰਾਹੀਂ ਪਾ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਮੰਜ਼ਿਲਾਂ ਤੇ ਪਹੁੰਚਾਇਆ |
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜੋ ਯਾਰਾਂ-ਮਿੱਤਰਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਲੰਘਾਇਆ,
ਰੁੱਸਿਆ ਕਿੰਨੀ ਵਾਰ ਕਈਆਂ ਤੋਂ, ਤੇ ਕਈਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਮਨਾਇਆ |
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜਦ ਦਿਲ ਯਾਰ ਦੇ ਨਾਵੇਂ ਲਾਇਆ,
ਕਿੰਨਾ ਭਾਰਾ ਅਹਿਸਾਨ ਯਾਰ ਦਾ,ਮੈਂ ਕਮਲੇ ਦਾ ਮਾਣ ਵਧਾਇਆ|
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜਦ ਮੁਖ ਯਾਰਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਘੁਮਾਇਆ,
ਚਾਹੇ ਫ਼ਿਤਰਤ ਚਾਹੇ ਮਜਬੂਰੀ, ਨਾ ਕੰਮ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਆਇਆ|
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜਦ ਦਗਾ ਓਹਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਕਮਾਇਆ,
ਕਰਕੇ ਵਾਅਦੇ ਉਮਰੋਂ ਲੰਮੇ,ਨਾ ਇੱਕ ਵੀ ਤੋੜ ਚੜ੍ਹਾਇਆ |
ਹਰ ਇੱਕ ਪਲ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਭੁੱਲਣਾ,ਜਿਹੜਾ ਮਾਪਿਆਂ-ਯਾਰਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਬਿਤਾਇਆ,
ਕਖੋਂ ਹੌਲੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਦਾ,ਏਹੀ ਕੁਝ ਪਲ ਸਰਮਾਇਆ|
815
« on: September 23, 2010, 11:40:57 PM »
ਪੰਜ ਦਰਿਆ ਦੇ ਪਾਣੀ ਦੇ ਵਿੱਚ,
ਗੁੰਨ ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਮਿੱਟੀ ,
ਮੱਕੀ ਦਾ ਵਿੱਚ ਆਟਾ ਪਾ ਕੇ
ਕਰ ਲਓ ਗੋਰੀ ਚਿੱਟੀ ,
ਕੱਚੇ ਦੁੱਧ ਦਾ ਦੇ ਕੇ ਛਿੱਟਾ
ਹੁਸਨ ਦੀ ਭੱਠੀ ਪਾਓ ,
ਸਾਰੀ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਵੱਖਰਾ
ਇੱਕ ਕਲਬੂਤ ਬਣਾਓ ,
ਇੱਜ਼ਤ ਬਾਣਾ ਗਹਿਣਾ ਅਣਖ ਦਾ
ਰੂਹ ਵਿੱਚ ਰੱਬ ਵਸਾਇਓ ,
ਕਿੱਸੇ , ਵਾਰਾਂ , ਗੀਤ , ਬੋਲੀਆਂ
ਬਾਣੀ ਰੋਜ਼ ਸੁਣਾਇਓ ,
ਇੱਕ ਹੱਥ ਦੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਤੇਗ ਦੇ ਦਿਓ
ਇੱਕ ਵਿੱਚ ਕਲੀ ਗੁਲਾਬ ਦੀ ,
ਇੰਝ ਬਣਦੀ ਏ ਯਾਰੋ
ਇੱਕ ਕੁੜੀ ਪੰਜਾਬ ਦੀ .....!
ਹਰ ਥਾਂ ਖੜਦੀ ਪੁੱਤਾਂ ਬਰਾਬਰ
ਮਾਣ ਕਰੇਂਦੇ ਮਾਪੇ ,
ਜਿਹੜੀ ਵਹਿੰਗੀ ਫਰਜ਼ਾਂ ਦੀ ਨੂੰ
ਚੁੱਕ ਲੈਂਦੀ ਏ ਆਪੇ ,
ਖੇਤਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਜਿਹੜੀ
ਮੋਰਾਂ ਵਾਂਗੂ ਪੈਲਾਂ ਪਾਵੇ ,
ਨਾਲੇ ਮੋੜਦੀ ਨੱਕਾ ਖਾਲ ਦਾ
ਟਰੈਕਟਰ ਆਪ ਚਲਾਵੇ ,
ਜਿਹੜੀ ਆਪਣੇ ਹੱਥੀਂ ਵਾਹਵੇ
ਸੂਰਤ ਆਪਣੇ ਖਾਬ ਦੀ ,
ਇੰਝ ਬਣਦੀ ਏ ਯਾਰੋ
ਇੱਕ ਕੁੜੀ ਪੰਜਾਬ ਦੀ .....!
ਨਵੀਂ ਸੋਚ ਤੇ ਨਵਾ ਸਿਦਕ ਹੈ
ਨਵੇਂ ਪੂਰਨੇ ਪਾਵੇ ,
ਨਵੀਆਂ ਰਾਹਾਂ ਤੇ ਨਵੀਂ ਰੌਸ਼ਨੀ
ਨਵੇਂ ਚਿਰਾਗ ਜਗਾਵੇ ,
ਰਿਸ਼ਤੇ - ਨਾਤੇ ਮੋਹ ਦੀਆਂ ਤੰਦਾਂ
ਆਪਣੇ ਹੱਥੀਂ ਬੁਣਦੀ ,
ਜਿਹੜੀ ਆਪਣੀ ਰੂਹ ਦਾ ਹਾਣੀ
ਮਾਣ ਨਾਲ ਹੈ ਚੁਣਦੀ ,
ਵੰਝਲੀ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਇੱਕ -ਸੁਰ ਕਰਦੀ
ਜੋ ਹੈ ਤਾਰ ਰਬਾਬ ਦੀ ,
ਇੰਝ ਬਣਦੀ ਏ ਯਾਰੋ
ਇੱਕ ਕੁੜੀ ਪੰਜਾਬ ਦੀ .....!
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816
« on: September 23, 2010, 02:07:56 PM »
ਕਲਮ ਵੀ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ ਮੇਰੀ,
ਸਿਆਹੀ ਦੇ ਲਈ ਖੂਨ ਵੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਏ.
ਅੱਖ ਵੀ ਰੋਂਦੀ ਹੈ ਮੇਰੀ,
ਤੇ ਕੰਧਾ ਵੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਹੀ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਏ.
ਬੇਸ਼ੱਕ ਵੇਖਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਹੋਰ ਕਿਧਰੇ,
ਪਰ ਦੀਦਾਰ ਤੇਰਾ ਹੀ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਏ.
ਜਾਨ ਵੀ ਤੜਪਦੀ ਹੈਂ ਮੇਰੀ,
ਦਿਲ ਵੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਹੀ ਰੋਂਦਾ ਏ.
ਤਲਵਾਰ ਵੀ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ ਮੇਰੀ,
ਕਤਲ ਵੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਹੀ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਏ.
ਗਜ਼ਲ ਵੀ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ ਮੇਰੀ,
ਜਨਾਜ਼ਾ ਵੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਹੀ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਏ.
ਬੇਸ਼ੱਕ ਇਹ ਕਲਪਨਾ ਹੈ ਮੇਰੀ,
ਪਰ ਸੱਚ ਜਾਣੀ ਕਸੂਰ ਤੇਰਾ ਹੀ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਏ.............
817
« on: September 23, 2010, 01:56:19 PM »
ਯਾਰ ਗਲੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਖੜਕੇ,,
ਆਸ਼ਕੀਆਂ ਮਰਵਾਈਏ ਨਾ....
ਆਪਣੇ ਪਿੰਡ ਵਿੱਚ ਆਪਣੇ ਨੰਬਰ ਕਦੇ ਘਟਾਈਏ ਨਾ...।।
ਲੱਖ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਮਾੜੀ ਹੋਵੇ ਪੜਦੇ ਪਾ ਜਾਵੋ..
ਦੁਸ਼ਮਣ ਦੀ ਵੀ ਧੀ ਦੀ ਮਿੱਟੀ ਕਦੇ ਉਡਾਈਏ ਨਾ..।।
ਦਿੱਤਾ ਹੋਵੇ ਸਾਥ ਬਈ ਜਿਸਨੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਮੁਸੀਬਤ ਦੇ।..
''KAMLEA"ਜਖਮੀ ਸੱਜਣ ਕਦੇ ਮੈਦਾਨ ਚ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ ਜਾਈਏ ਨਾ..।।।
818
« on: September 23, 2010, 01:47:24 PM »
ਆਪਣੇ ਜੇ ਘਰ ਹੋਵੇ,
ਹੁੰਦੀ ਦੂਸਰੇ ਦਿਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਡਰ ਹੋਵੇ,
ਦੀ ਇਜ਼ਤ ਹੈ ਕੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ...
ਸਾਰਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਈਂ ਇੱਕ ਧੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ....
ਪੁੱਤਾਂ ਬਿਨਾ ਭਾਂਵੇ ਸੁੰਨਾ ਲੱਗਦਾ ਜਹਾਨ ਏ,
ਧੀਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਬਗੈਰ ਪਰ ਹੋਜੂ ਸੁੰਨਸਾਨ ਏ,
ਅੱਗੇ ਨੂੰ ਵਦਾਊ ਔਰਤ ਹੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ..
ਸਾਰਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਈਂ ਇੱਕ ਧੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ....
ਦੂਸਰੇ ਦੀ ਧੀ ਨੂੰ ਫਿਰ ਕੋਈ ਨਾ ਸਤਾਊਗਾ,
ਓਸ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਚੇਤਾ ਆਪਣੀ ਦਾ ਆਊਗਾ,
ਕਰੂ ਕੋਈ ਤੰਗ ਮੇਰੀ ਵੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ...
ਸਾਰਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਈਂ ਇੱਕ ਧੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ....
ਪੁੱਤਾਂ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਵੱਧ ਵਾਰੇ ਮਾਪਿਆਂ ਦੇ ਜਾਂਦੀਆ,
ਧੀਆਂ ਕਿਹੜਾ ਰਾਤੀਂ ਉੱਠ ਉੱਠ ਲੋਕੋ ਖਾਂਦੀਆ,
ਰੀਝਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਵੀ ਵਿਚੇ ਜਾਣ ਪੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ..
ਸਾਰਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਈਂ ਇੱਕ ਧੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ....
ਪੁੱਤ ਵੱਡੇ ਹੋਕੇ ਪਾਉਣ ਆਪੋ ਵਿੱਚ ਵੰਡੀਆ,
ਧੀਆਂ ਮੰਗਦੀਆ ਪੇਕਿਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਵਾਵਾਂ ਠੰਢੀਆਂ,
ਲੱਗੇ ਏਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਉਮਰ "KAMLE" ਦੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ...
ਸਾਰਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਈਂ ਇੱਕ ਧੀ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰਿਆ....
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819
« on: September 23, 2010, 01:35:15 PM »
ਰੱਬ ਦੇ ਕੋਲੋ ਡਰਦਾ ਰਹੇ ਤਾ ਚੰਗ਼ਾ ਏ....
ਬੰਦਾ ਇਕੋ ਦਰ ਦਾ ਰਹੇ ਤਾ ਚੰਗ਼ਾ ਏ....
ਮੁਠੀ ਬੰਦ ਰਹੇ ਤਾ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਹੈ.....
ਇਜ਼ਤ ਤੇ ਪਰਦਾ ਰਹੇ ਤਾ ਚੰਗ਼ਾ ਏ....
ਕਿਸੇ ਨੂੰ ਚੇਤੇ ਕਰਕੇ ਰੋਣ ਚ ਮਜਾ ਬਡ਼ਾ....
ਦਿਲ ਕਦੇ ਕਦੇ ਭਰਦਾ ਰਹੇ ਤਾ ਚੰਗ਼ਾ ਏ...
.ਕਿਸੇ ਤੋ ਕੁਝ ਵੀ ਮੰਗ਼ਣਾ ਮੋਤ ਬਰਾਬਰ ਹੈ....
ਰੱਬ ਵਲੋ ਹੀ ਸਰਦਾ ਰਹੇ ਤਾ ਚੰਗ਼ਾ ਏ....
820
« on: September 23, 2010, 01:31:01 PM »
ਜੇ ਯਾਰ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਗੁੱਸੇ ਹੈ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ
ਦਿਲਦਾਰ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਗੁੱਸੇ ਹੈ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ
ਜਿਸ ਦੇ ਸਿਰ ਤੋਂ ਉਡਦਾ ਸੀ ਉਹ ਨਾਲ ਮੇਰੇ ਅੱਜ ਗੁੱਸੇ ਹੈ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ
ਰੁਕਣਾ ਸੀ ਜਿੱਥੇ ਰੁਕਿਆ ਨਹੀਂ ਝੁਕਣਾ ਸੀ ਜਿੱਥੇ ਝੁਕਿਆ ਨਹੀਂ
ਜੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਦੀ ਚਾਲ ਨੂੰ ਤੱਕਿਆ ਨਹੀਂ ਜੋ ਬਣਨਾ ਸੀ ਬਣ ਸਕਿਆ ਨਹੀਂ
ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ
ਕਿਸੇ ਦਿਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਫੇਰਾ ਪਾਇਆ ਨਹੀਂ ਜੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਨੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਚਾਹਿਆ ਨਹੀਂ
ਮੁੱਖ ਕਿੰਨੇ ਸੋਹਣੇ ਹੋਰ ਸੋਹਣੇ ਨਾਮ ਕਿਸੇ ਤੇ ਮੇਰਾ ਆਈਆ ਨਹੀਂ
ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ।
ਗ਼ੈਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਰੂਪ ਨੂੰ ਸੇਕਦੀਆਂ ਹੋਰਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਮੱਥਾ ਟੇਕਦੀਆਂ
ਦੋ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਬਹੁਤ ਪਸੰਦ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਜੋ ਮੇਰੇ ਵੱਲ ਨਾ ਤੱਕਦੀਆਂ
ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ
ਕਈਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਝੂਠਾ ਪੈ ਗਿਆ ਮੈਂ ਕਈਆਂ ਦੇ ਮਨ ਤੋਂ ਲਹਿ ਗਿਆ ਮੈਂ
ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਦੇ ਅੱਗੇ ਲੰਘ ਗਏ ਜੇ ਇਕੱਲਾ ਪਿੱਛੇ ਰਹਿ ਗਿਆ ਮੈਂ
ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ
ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ ਕੋਈ ਕਮੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ
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