Harjeet Singh - Us Vele Da Rab
(Remembering Tsunami Tragedy)

Ih kee bhaana vartia aai,
kyon samunder duniya te harkhiya aai,
har ik rishta tuttiya aai,
Paani ne sabh kujh lutiya aai,
Us vele bhagwaan kyon nahin bahurdiaa,
Rabb kite nahin mainu us vele ehi aurdiaa

Is Tarasdi noo main kinna rovan,
Thoda hee mera hanjhoo rave ,main jinna chovan,
Naven Saal di aamad di khushi manaavan kiven,
Mera dil nahin ainaa sarudiaa,
Rabb kite nahin mainu us vele ehi aurdiaa

Main Kalpana vi nahin kar sakda dukh di,
Lehraan vich jaandi see maut shookdi ,
Us ne naal aapne har kise da dukh-sukh rordiaa,
Rabb kite nahin mainu us vele ehi aurdiaa

Mere Pachtaae kee hon vaala aai,
Dukh thoda nahin "Harjeet" Baahla aai,
Je Khatam karni see duniaa is taran ,
kyon banaai see ih rabb dil dia saurdiaa,
Rabb kite nahin mainu us vele ehi aurdiaa

Saurdia- Narrow-minded
Aurdiaa- Came to my mind
Bahurdiaa-Reached
Tarasdi-Tragedy

Written By Harjeet Singh "Jogewalia" after Tsunami waves shook
Indian Ocean last year on 26th December.

Na Chhat Hai, Na Deewaarna
(there is no roof or walls in d schools)

Na chhat hai, na deewaarna
(there is no roof or walls)
Na koi table-kursi, na koi khiddki
(Neither any table nor any window pains)
Kacha farsh, na chaadar-dari na chataai
(the floor is muddy & nothing is there to sit on)
Chhutti ho gai, jad v baarish aai
(school closes whenever it rains)

Na khaanna, na paanni
(neither bread nor water is there)
Na likhai-paddaai
(no teaching is anywhere)
Na koi samjhey gal
(no one(management) understands)
Na kisi neyn gal samjhaai
(no one tries to make them(management) understand)

Aai election, neta aaye
(in d election leaders usually come)
Kaapiyna kuj kitaabna layaaye
(bring some notebooks & books as well)
Inj nahin banndi gal
(this can not solve d purpose)
Eh gal ihna nu kaunn samjhaaye
(who will tell them)

Khaa gaye chandey, mandey bandey
(the corrupt people owns the school funds)
Paisa kha gaye building da
(they even owns the building funds)
Bachchyna da raashan v kha gaye
(they owns the bread of the children)
Besharmna nu sharam na aaye
(they are d shameless people)

Bevakoof koi hoye tna samjhaaiye
(we can educate d innocent)
Kis-kis dey asi terley paaiye
(we can not approach all of them)
Kis-kis nu asi matha laaiye
(we can not quarrel with all of them)
Samajhdaarna nu kaunn samjhaaye
(we can not educate the clever some)

Bhavikh desh da bachchyna sangh hai
(the future of the Country is wid the children)
Bachchyna dey naal aaye khush-haali
(the happiness is also wid the them)
Sangh bachchyna dey saavan-bhaadno
(the spring is wid the children)
Bachchyna dey he naal diwali
(Diwali is also wid them)

Jis desh da bachchpan anpadd hai
(the country whose childhood is illiterate)
Os desh de Ram karey rakhvaali
(May God bless that country)
Jis desh da bachchpan bhukha hai
(the country whose childhood is hungry)
Buddaape de osdey firr baat nirali
(the oldhood of that country is likely to be miserable)

Jehdde school chalaandey neyn
(those who run d schools)
Garibna nu jo paddaandey neyn
(those who teach d poor children)
Kariye salaam hazaar ohna nu
(we salute them thousand times)
Jehdde chandey nahin khaandey neyn
(those who don't own the funds)

Kariye salaam hazaar ohna nu
(we salute them thousand times)
Jehdde chandey nahin khaandey neyn
(those who don't own the funds)

Contents from an e-mail by Gurpreet Kaur (Writer may be Surrinder Singh Pammi or someone else)..

Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Sardool Singh 'Dard' - Kachihari



















Content Taken from Sardool Singh Dard's Novel "Ikk See Shareefan"

John Lennon - Imagine

Imagine there’s no heaven,
It’s easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,

Imagine all the people living for today...
Imagine there’s no countries,
It isn’t hard to do,Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,

Imagine all the people Sharing all the world...
You may say I’m a dreamer,
but I’m not the only one,
I hope some day you’ll join us,
And the world will live as one

This is the poem written and sung John Lennon..

He was the Rock star from the very famous Beatles group which rocked billions of people from Nineteen Sixties to Eighties . He was assassinated on December 8th 1980 at a concert in New York.

John Lennon-Life Story
1960 s
The world’s most powerful men are getting high on the sweet smell of napalm.
Vietnamese peasants vapourise into thin air. Nerds work overtime on Uranium-365.

Citizen Cohn’s shadow still lurks at Berkeley. McCarthy is dead but not buried.
A winter of discontent engulfs the Sorbonne. Life is elsewhere on the streets of Paris.
Conspiracy theories creep into the Kremlin.Laughable loves collapse into obsessions in Prague.

Here comes a working-class son. No money to go to college. Holes in his shoe soles. No trust in the system. Hope in his soul. A bloke with guitar in his hands. Music in his heart. And imagination.

Lyrics. Strings. And imagination.

He captures imagination on both sides of the pond. He raises love sickness to philosophical levels. Teen sensation. Psychedelic guru. Peacemaker. He knows when the first bullet is fired, politics goes out of the window.
He imagines a world where there is no war.
Love is the answer.


Naive. Romantic. Sex Symbol. A thinker. An Icon.
A cultural point of reference. A legend. He also plays music.
More popular than Jesus. Beatles Baba in the ganja-filled streets of Rishikesh. Guilty by suspicion in CIA files at Langley. Trapped in the deranged mind of Mark David Chapman.
It’s too good to last.

December 8, 1980.
A lonely street. A loaded gun. Four shots in Manhattan. Three pierced the heart. One lodged in the brain. End of music. End of poetry. Death of imagination.


Contents taken from http://epaperdaily.timesofindia.com

Amreek Singh Kang- Amrit Preetam de Naam

Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi !

Hazaaron Khwaishen aisi, ke Har Khwahish pe dum nikle...
Bahut nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhee kam nikle...
Muhabbat me nahin hai ,farak jeene aur marne kaa..
Usi ko dekhkar jee lete hain, jis kafir pe dum nikle..
Hazaaron Khwaishen aisi, ke Har Khwahish pe dum nikle...
Bahut nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhee kam nikle...

These are lines from a famous gazal by great poet Mirza Ghalib..

But recently I watched a movie by the title "Hazaaron Khwaishen aisi" ..
The movie is true to its title
The film deals with
The Socio-Political Scenario of India in Seventies...
The naxalite movement of Bihar at that time..
The youth politics of Delhi ...
The dirty game of poitics by Indira and Sanjay Gandhi regime
The infamous 1975 emergency..
and an immortal love story ..

The film is very well made so is the reason why it was featured at 13 international film festival ...

This is one of the best movies I have ever seen in Hindi and is worth watching ..