Thursday, August 30, 2007

Vishvas....from me Kavita

"Vishvas...."

kise nu apni zindagai da daromadaar bana lainda hai..
apni har khushi har gham kise de naam likh baithda hai
apna saara sahejeya Vishvas, jisnu har pal kamaya, bachaya
kise de naam de nal, kise de saath de nal..khed baithda hai...
apna sab kuch bana baithda hai.....
te jad tut janda hai usda vishvas, koi kho lainda hai usdi kamai..
jad khuldi hai usdi aakh...
apna sab kuch gava baithda hai..
rul janda hai sab..arshon digda hai..
tadapda hai bas tadapda hai..na keh sakda hai..na seh sakda hai..

"May god give strength to honour the trust someone is having on us!!"

From Varun...again a new entry...

Life, love and hate

life is tooo short to live
plzzzzzz dont hate anyone
spread love....
love is dream
love soo much the person you love so that he always remeber u even
he tries to hate u..........
hate is foolishness
foolish people dont love anyone
dont become foolish love from ur heart

Nice thoughts expressed...
A gud appeal is there in these words!!!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

In Punjabi....By Vivek Talwar....

Barf vaaNgoo pighaldi jaandi hai
ZiNdagi eh nikaldi jaNdi hai

MeiNu haaloN be-haal karke hun
Eh hawa rukh badaldi jaaNdi hai

Pair rakhaaN te lagge bhauN jeekan (bhauN = zameen, jeekan= jiveiN)
PairaN haithoN tilakdi jaaNdi hai

Guddi chahat di doar ishqe di (Guddi= pataNg)
Mere hathoN nikaldi jaaNdi hai

BharmaN di tahni toN oas vaangar
Aas har ik fisaldi jaaNdi hai

MuddataN de hanairay tai karke
Shamma aaj vi pighaldi jaaNdi hai

Saturday, August 11, 2007

A Wake up Poem...from a new entry Mr Vivek Talwar

Each day I wake up tortured,
Sadness is the first thing on my mind,
For She is not wanting to be kind.
For me she holds unearned contempt,
My life each day she does pre-empt.

Afraid to love too sad to live,
To be free from this nightmarish limbo,
Almost anything I would give.
Time you say all wounds do heal,
This is not the way I feel.
Each day the pain gets worse,
What have I done to deserve this curse?

Is this some Karmic debt unpaid?
Is this my reward for loving, giving, and being tolerant?
I shy away from trust, and reject the thing that I need most.

It''s been a while since we did part,
That wasn''t the end but only the start.
This gaping wound to my heart may never heal.
At least for now that''s how I feel.
Pain, heartache, unending worry,
The end may be some courtroom jury.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Kiha si main isnu....from Kavita

kiha si main isnu na ja us raste te..
phir us raste te chal peya
pher ohi dard sahej leya
pher sadaran tut gayian
pher ohi dard jaag piya
phir koi kadam vadha ke piche hat gaya

kiha si main isnu na ja us raste te..
jithey kadar nahi insaan di
jithey bolda hai kuch hor hi
jithey sunvai nahi is dil di
jithey rooh mar muk jandi hai

kiha si main isnu na ja us raste te..
hun ki karan, hun dikhda nahi kuch vi
rooh rul gai, dil mar gaya hai
bachya na mere kol kuch hor hai
hun tan bas he rabba
is dil nu pathar kar de
is rooh nu miti kar de
bas do muthi raakh vich badal de
bas do muthi raakh vich badal de...