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Bikramjit Clair

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Shiv kumar batalvi
« on: August 23, 2014, 12:27:33 AM »
Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Shiv Kumar Batalvi (1936–1973) was born in a Saraswat Brahmin family in village Bara Pind Lohtian, Shakargarh Tehsil, Sialkot District (Punjab province, Pakistan). His father Pandit Krishan Gopal was a village tehsildar and his mother Shanti Devi, a housewife. In 1947, his family moved to Batala Gurdaspur district where his father worked as a patwari and young Shiv received his primary education. He is known for his romantic poetry. His poetry recitations, and singing his own verse, made him and his work very popular amongst the masses. He became the youngest recipient of the Sahitya Akademi award in 1967 for his epic verse play Loona. His poetical works are Peeran Da Paraga (1960), Lajwanti (1961), Aate Dian Chirian (1962), Mainu Vida Karo (1963), Birha Toon Sultan (1964, a selection), Dardmandan Deean Aaheen (1964), Loonan (1965), Main Te Main (1970) and Aarti (1971).

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #1 on: August 23, 2014, 12:31:34 AM »
Peeda da paraga

ਪੁੰਨਿਆਂ ਦੇ ਚੰਨ ਨੂੰ ਕੋਈ ਮੱਸਿਆ
ਕੀਕਣ ਅਰਘ ਚੜ੍ਹਾਏ ਵੇ
ਕਿਉਂ ਕੋਈ ਡਾਚੀ ਸਾਗਰ ਖ਼ਾਤਰ
ਮਾਰੂਥਲ ਛੱਡ ਜਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਕਰਮਾਂ ਦੀ ਮਹਿੰਦੀ ਦਾ ਸੱਜਣਾ
ਰੰਗ ਕਿਵੇਂ ਦੱਸ ਚੜ੍ਹਦਾ ਵੇ
ਜੇ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਮਿਰਚਾਂ ਦੇ ਪੱਤਰ
ਪੀਠ ਤਲੀ 'ਤੇ ਲਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਗ਼ਮ ਦਾ ਮੋਤੀਆ ਉਤਰ ਆਇਆ
ਸਿਦਕ ਮੇਰੇ ਦੇ ਨੈਣੀਂ ਵੇ
ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਨਗਰ ਦਾ ਔਖਾ ਪੈਂਡਾ
ਜਿੰਦੜੀ ਕਿੰਜ ਮੁਕਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਕਿੱਕਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਫੁੱਲਾਂ ਦੀ ਅੜਿਆ
ਕੌਣ ਕਰੇਂਦਾ ਰਾਖੀ ਵੇ
ਕਦ ਕੋਈ ਮਾਲੀ ਮਲ੍ਹਿਆਂ ਉੱਤੋਂ
ਹਰੀਅਲ ਆਣ ਉਡਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਪੀੜਾਂ ਦੇ ਧਰਕੋਨੇ ਖਾ ਖਾ
ਹੋ ਗਏ ਗੀਤ ਕਸੈਲੇ ਵੇ
ਵਿਚ ਨੜੋਏ ਬੈਠੀ ਜਿੰਦੂ
ਕੀਕਣ ਸੋਹਲੇ ਗਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਪ੍ਰੀਤਾਂ ਦੇ ਗਲ ਛੁਰੀ ਫਿਰੇਂਦੀ
ਵੇਖ ਕੇ ਕਿੰਜ ਕੁਰਲਾਵਾਂ ਵੇ
ਲੈ ਚਾਂਦੀ ਦੇ ਬਿੰਗ ਕਸਾਈਆਂ
ਮੇਰੇ ਗਲੇ ਫਸਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਤੜਪ ਤੜਪ ਕੇ ਮਰ ਗਈ ਅੜਿਆ
ਮੇਲ ਤੇਰੇ ਦੀ ਹਸਰਤ ਵੇ
ਐਸੇ ਇਸ਼ਕ ਦੇ ਜ਼ੁਲਮੀ ਰਾਜੇ
ਬਿਰਹੋਂ ਬਾਣ ਚਲਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਚੁਗ ਚੁਗ ਰੋੜ ਗਲੀ ਤੇਰੀ ਦੇ
ਘੁੰਗਣੀਆਂ ਵੱਤ ਚੱਬ ਲਏ ਵੇ
'ਕੱਠੇ ਕਰ ਕਰ ਕੇ ਮੈਂ ਤੀਲ੍ਹੇ
ਬੁੱਕਲ ਵਿਚ ਧੁਖਾਏ ਵੇ ।

ਇਕ ਚੂਲੀ ਵੀ ਪੀ ਨਾ ਸਕੀ
ਪਿਆਰ ਦੇ ਨਿੱਤਰੇ ਪਾਣੀ ਵੇ
ਵਿੰਹਦਿਆਂ ਸਾਰ ਪਏ ਵਿਚ ਪੂਰੇ
ਜਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਹੋਂਠ ਛੁਹਾਏ ਵੇ ।

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #2 on: August 23, 2014, 12:39:45 AM »
ਇਕ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਦੇ ਨਾਂ

ਅੱਜ ਅਸੀਂ
ਤੇਰੇ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਹਾਂ ਆਏ
ਤੇਰਾ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ, ਜਿਉਂ ਖੇਤ ਪੋਹਲੀ ਦਾ
ਜਿਸ ਦੇ ਸਿਰ ਤੋਂ ਪੁੰਨਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਚੰਨ
ਸਿੰਮਲ ਰੁੱਖ ਦੀ ਫੰਬੀ ਵਾਕਣ
ਉੱਡਦਾ ਟੁਰਿਆ ਜਾਏ ।

ਇਹ ਸੜਕਾਂ 'ਤੇ ਸੁੱਤੇ ਸਾਏ
ਵਿਚ ਵਿਚ ਚਿਤਕਬਰਾ ਜਿਹਾ ਚਾਨਣ
ਜੀਕਣ ਹੋਵੇ ਚੌਂਕ ਪੂਰਿਆ
ਧਰਤੀ ਸ਼ੈਂਤ ਨਹਾ ਕੇ ਬੈਠੀ
ਚੰਨ ਦਾ ਚੌਂਕ ਗੁੰਦਾ ਕੇ ਜੀਕਣ
ਹੋਵਣ ਵਾਲ ਵਧਾਏ ।

ਅੱਜ ਰੁੱਤਾਂ ਨੇ ਵਟਣਾ ਮਲਿਆ
ਚਿੱਟਾ ਚੰਨ ਵਿਆਹਿਆ ਚੱਲਿਆ
ਰੁੱਖਾਂ ਦੇ ਗਲ ਲੱਗ ਲੱਗ ਪੌਣਾਂ
ਈਕਰ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਤੇਰੇ 'ਚੋਂ ਲੰਘਣ
ਜੀਕਣ ਤੇਰੇ ਧਰਮੀ ਬਾਬਲ
ਤੇਰੇ ਗੌਣ ਬਿਠਾਏ ।

ਸੁੱਤਾ ਘੁਕ ਮੋਤੀਏ ਰੰਗਾ
ਚਾਨਣ ਧੋਤਾ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਏ ਤੇਰਾ
ਜੀਕਣ ਤੇਰਾ ਹੋਵੇ ਡੋਲਾ
ਅੰਬਰ ਜੀਕਣ ਤੇਰਾ ਵੀਰਾ
ਬੰਨ੍ਹੇ ਬਾਹੀਂ ਚੰਨ-ਕਲੀਰਾ
ਤਾਰੇ ਸੋਟ ਕਰਾਏ ।

ਅੱਜ ਦੀ ਰਾਤ ਮੁਬਾਰਕ ਤੈਨੂੰ
ਹੋਏ ਮੁਬਾਰਕ ਅੱਜ ਦਾ ਸਾਹਿਆ
ਅਸੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਸਹਿਰ ਤੇਰੇ ਦੀ ਜੂਹ ਵਿਚ
ਮੁਰਦਾ ਦਿਲ ਇਕ ਦੱਬਣ ਆਏ
ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਕਿ ਜਿਸ ਦੇ ਸਿਰ ਤੋਂ ਪੀਲਾ
ਚੰਨ ਨਿਰਾ ਤੇਰੇ ਮੁਖੜੇ ਵਰਗਾ
ਸਿੰਮਲ ਰੁੱਖ ਦੀ ਫੰਬੀ ਵਾਕਣ
ਉੱਡਦਾ ਟੁਰਿਆ ਜਾਏ
ਜਿਸ ਨੂੰ ਪੀੜ ਨਿਆਣੀ ਮੇਰੀ
ਮਾਈ-ਬੁੱਢੀ ਵਾਕਣ ਫੜ-ਫੜ
ਫੂਕਾਂ ਮਾਰ ਉਡਾਏ
ਭੱਜ ਭੱਜ ਪੋਹਲੀ ਦੇ ਖੇਤਾਂ ਵਿਚ
ਅੱਜ ਅਸੀਂ
ਤੇਰੇ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਹਾਂ ਆਏ ।

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #3 on: August 25, 2014, 02:50:08 AM »
Shikra yaar

ਮਾਏ ! ਨੀ ਮਾਏ !
ਮੈਂ ਇਕ ਸ਼ਿਕਰਾ ਯਾਰ ਬਣਾਇਆ
ਉਹਦੇ ਸਿਰ 'ਤੇ ਕਲਗੀ
ਤੇ ਉਹਦੇ ਪੈਰੀਂ ਝਾਂਜਰ
ਤੇ ਉਹ ਚੋਗ ਚੁਗੀਂਦਾ ਆਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਇਕ ਉਹਦੇ ਰੂਪ ਦੀ
ਧੁੱਪ ਤਿਖੇਰੀ
ਦੂਜਾ ਮਹਿਕਾਂ ਦਾ ਤਿਰਹਾਇਆ
ਤੀਜਾ ਉਹਦਾ ਰੰਗ ਗੁਲਾਬੀ
ਕਿਸੇ ਗੋਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਦਾ ਜਾਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਨੈਣੀਂ ਉਹਦੇ
ਚੇਤ ਦੀ ਆਥਣ
ਅਤੇ ਜ਼ੁਲਫ਼ੀਂ ਸਾਵਣ ਛਾਇਆ
ਹੋਠਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਕੱਤੇਂ ਦਾ
ਕੋਈ ਦਿਹੁੰ ਚੜ੍ਹਨੇ 'ਤੇ ਆਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਸਾਹਵਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ
ਫੁੱਲ ਸੋਇਆਂ ਦੇ
ਕਿਸੇ ਬਾਗ਼ ਚਾਨਣ ਦਾ ਲਾਇਆ
ਦੇਹੀ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਖੇਡੇ ਚੇਤਰ
ਇਤਰਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਨੁਹਾਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਬੋਲਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ
ਪੌਣ ਪੁਰੇ ਦੀ
ਨੀ ਉਹ ਕੋਇਲਾਂ ਦਾ ਹਮਸਾਇਆ
ਚਿੱਟੇ ਦੰਦ ਜਿਉਂ ਧਾਨੋਂ ਬਗ਼ਲਾ
ਤੌੜੀ ਮਾਰ ਉਡਾਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਇਸ਼ਕੇ ਦਾ
ਇਕ ਪਲੰਘ ਨੁਆਰੀ
ਅਸਾਂ ਚਾਨਣੀਆਂ ਵਿਚ ਡਾਹਿਆ
ਤਨ ਦੀ ਚਾਦਰ ਹੋ ਗਈ ਮੈਲੀ
ਉਸ ਪੈਰ ਜਾਂ ਪਲੰਘੇ ਪਾਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਦੁਖਣ ਮੇਰੇ
ਨੈਣਾਂ ਦੇ ਕੋਏ
ਵਿਚ ਹੜ੍ਹ ਹੰਝੂਆਂ ਦਾ ਆਇਆ
ਸਾਰੀ ਰਾਤ ਗਈ ਵਿਚ ਸੋਚਾਂ
ਉਸ ਇਹ ਕੀ ਜ਼ੁਲਮ ਕਮਾਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਸੁਬ੍ਹਾ-ਸਵੇਰੇ
ਲੈ ਨੀ ਵਟਣਾ
ਅਸਾਂ ਮਲ ਮਲ ਓਸ ਨੁਹਾਇਆ
ਦੇਹੀ ਵਿਚੋਂ ਨਿਕਲਣ ਚਿਣਗਾਂ
ਤੇ ਸਾਡਾ ਹੱਥ ਗਿਆ ਕੁਮਲਾਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਚੂਰੀ ਕੁੱਟਾਂ
ਤੇ ਉਹ ਖਾਂਦਾ ਨਾਹੀਂ
ਉਹਨੂੰ ਦਿਲ ਦਾ ਮਾਸ ਖਵਾਇਆ
ਇਕ ਉਡਾਰੀ ਐਸੀ ਮਾਰੀ
ਉਹ ਮੁੜ ਵਤਨੀਂ ਨਹੀਂ ਆਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

ਮਾਏ ! ਨੀ ਮਾਏ !
ਮੈਂ ਇਕ ਸ਼ਿਕਰਾ ਯਾਰ ਬਣਾਇਆ
ਉਹਦੇ ਸਿਰ 'ਤੇ ਕਲਗੀ
ਤੇ ਉਹਦੇ ਪੈਰੀਂ ਝਾਂਜਰ
ਤੇ ਉਹ ਚੋਗ ਚੁਗੀਂਦਾ ਆਇਆ
ਨੀ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਂ ।

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #4 on: August 25, 2014, 02:58:33 AM »
Sikhar Dupehre - Shiv Kumar Batalvi

sikhar dupher sir te mera dhal chaleya parchava
sikhar dupher sir te mera dhal chaleya parchava
kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa
sikhar dupher sir te mera dhal chaleya parchava
kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa
sikhar dupher sir te mera dhal chaleya parchava

zindgi da thal tap da-2
kale rukh di hondh vich meri
dukha vali gehr chari
vaghe guma vali tez haneri
vaghe guma vali tez haneri

mein ve keha rukh chandra
jinu kha giya ohdiya shanva-2
kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa
kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa

hizra ch sarda rehe eh
sukhe rot te sukhiya churiya
hizra ch sarda reha eh
sukhe rot te sukhiya churiya

umara te muk chaliya
par mukiya na math diya jhuriya
raj raj jooth boleya-2
mere naal chandreya kawa

kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa
kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa

loka mera geet sun leh
par dukh na kise ne ve janeya
lakh mera seesh chum gaye
par mukhra na kise ne pehchaneya

ajj ohse mukhre toh
peya apna mein aap lukava-2

kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa
kabra udeek diya
menu
jeyo puttra nu mawa

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #5 on: August 25, 2014, 03:02:21 AM »

Maenu taaN mere dosta
Mere gham ne maareyae!
Hae jhooTH teri dosti ,
De dam ne maareyae!

Maenu te jeTH haaR te
Koi naheeN gila.
Mere chaman nu chet di
Shabnam ne maareyae!

Masiya di kaali raat da
Koi naheeN kasoor,
Saagar nu uhdi aapani
Poonam ne maareyae!

Ih kaun hae jo maut nu
Badnaam kar rihae?
Insaan nu insaan de
Janam ne maareyae!

ChaRheya si jihRa sooraja,
Dubana si us zaroor.
Koi jhooTH kahi riha hae,
Ki paCHim ne maareyae!

Maniya ki moiyaaN mitaraaN
Da gham vi maardae,
Bahuta par is dikhaave de,
Maatam ne maareyae!

Katil koi dushman naheeN
Mae THeek aakhdaaN,
‘Shiv’ nu te ‘Shiv’ de
Aapane mehram ne maareyae!



My friend, it is my own sorrow
That has destroyed me.
It is a lie to think
That your love had the strength to do it.

I have no complaint against
Heat or drought.
My garden was destroyed
By the dews of spring.

It is not the fault
Of the black night.
The ocean was defeated
By its beloved moon.

Who is it that
Blames death?
A man is destroyed,
By his birth.

The sun that rises
Is certain to sink.
He lies who says
The west destroyed it.

Yes, one can be destroyed
By grieving for dead friends,
Though it is more likely the result,
Of the display of that grief.

The enemy is not the murderer,
I tell you.
Shiv was killed
By those who loved him.

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #6 on: August 25, 2014, 03:07:02 AM »
Ek kudi jisda naam muhabbat


Ik kudi jida naa mohabbat, gum hai, gum hai, gum hai
Saad muraadi, soni phabbat, gum hai
//a girl whose name is love, is lost, is lost, is lost
//simple, beautifull, she is lost
Soorat Ussdi pariyaan vargi, Seerat di o marriam lagdi
Hasdi hai taa phul jhaddade ne, Turdi hai taa ghazal hai laagdi
Lamm-salammi, saru de kad dee, Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi, gum hai gum hai gum hai
//an angel by face, like mary by virtue
//flowers blossom when she laughs, seems a poem when she walks
//tall like cypress, age barely alight
//yet she understands the language of a glance, she is lost
Gummeyan janam janam han hoye, Par lagda jyon kall di gall hai
Kyu lagda jyon ajj di gall hai, kyu lagda jyon hun di gall hai
//its been ages since she is lost, yet it feels yesterday
//feels like today, feels like now.
Huney taan mere kol khadi c, Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan, Soch meri hairan baddi hai
//she was standing besides me just now, now she is besides me no more
//whts dis deception is, wht trickery, my thought is amazed

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #7 on: August 25, 2014, 03:09:15 AM »
This poem was result of shiv's fascination for the lady who went to US and married someone else.
When Shiv heard of Birth of her first Child, Shiv wrote "Main ek shikra yaar banaya" his most famous love poem.



Maye Ni Maye,
Main Ek Shikra Yaar Banaya,

Ude Siir De Kalgi,
Te Ude Paryi Jhanjar,
O Chog Chuginda Ayea,

Ek ohde Roop Dee Dhup Tikheri,
O Duja Mehka Da Tirhaya,

Teeja ohda Rang Gulabi,
O Kise Gori Maa Da Jaya,

Ishqe Da Ek Palang Nawari,
Weh Asa Chananiya vich daya,
Tan Di Chadar Ho Gayi Maili,
Os Pair Ja Palgi Paya,

Dukhan mere Naina De Koye,
Te vich Harh Hanjua Da Aya,
Sari Raat Gayi vich Socha,
Us Aye Ki zulm Kamaya,

Subha Savere Layni Vatna,
We Asa Mal Mal os Navaya,
Dehi De vich Niklan Chinga,
Ni Sada Haath Gaya Kumlaya,

Churi Kuta Ta O Khanda Nahi,
Weh Asa Dil Da Maas Khawaya,
Ek Udari Aisi Mari, -2
O Mud Vatni Na Aya,
O Maye Nee,
Main Ek Shikra Yaar Banaya............


O my mother, I made a hawk my beloved,
A plume on his feet,
Bells on his feet!
He came pecking for grain!
His beauty was as sharp as sunlight,
And he was thirsty for fragnances!
Third, his color was like a red rose,
He must be son of a very fair mother!
A bed of love,
I laid for him under moonlight!
Sheet of this body was strained,
That very instant when he laid his feet over it!
Corner of my eyes hurt,
A flood of tears engulfed me!
All night long I tried to fathom,
How he could do this to me?
In early morning,
With beauty mix, I scrubbed and bathed his body!
There were flames coming out from the body,
My hand were burnt!
I crush food for him,
But he never ate!
So I fed him with flesh of my heart!
He took such a flight,
That he never returned back!
O my mother, I made a hawk my beloved….
« Last Edit: August 28, 2014, 05:44:56 AM by Daljit Kaur USA »

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #8 on: August 25, 2014, 03:11:33 AM »

GhamaaN di raat lahmi eh.
Ja mere geet lahme ne,
Na bhaeRi raat mukdi eh,
Na mere geet mukde ne.

E sar kihne ku DooNge ne,
Kis ne hath na paayi,
Na barsaataaN ‘ch chaRde ne,
Te na auRaaN ‘ch sukhde ne.

Mere haD hi avahle ne,
Jo ahg laaiyaaN nahi saRde,
Ne saRde haukeyaaN de naal,
HaavaaN naal dhukde ne.

Eh phaT han ishk de
Ehna di yaaro ki dava hove,
Eh hath laaiyaaN vi dukhde ne,
Malham laaiyaaN vi dukhde ne.

Je gori raat hae chaNn di,
Te kaali raat hae kis di?
Na lukde taareyaaN vich chaNn,
Na taare chaNn ‘ch lukde ne.

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Either this sorrowful night is long
Or my songs are interminable.
This dreadful night does not end,
Nor do my songs cease.

How deep are these lakes?
No one has measured them.
But they do not swell up in the rains,
Nor dry up in drought.

There is something wrong with my bones,
Set them on fire and they do not scorch.
Sighs burn them,
Grief scorches them.

These are the injuries of love.
What cure, my friend, is possible?
A touch hurts.
A salve hurts.

The fair night belongs to the moon,
To whom does a dark night belong?
A moon does not hide among stars,
Nor can stars be concealed in the moon.

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #9 on: August 25, 2014, 03:13:10 AM »
Aj fer dil gareeb
Ik paaNda hae vaasta,
De ja meri ahj kalam nu
Ik hor haadsa.

Mudat hoi hae darad da
Koi jaam peeteyaaN,
PeeRaaN ‘ch haNju ghol ke,
De ja do aatasha.

Kaagaz di kori reejh hae
Chup chaap vekhdi,
ShabdaaN de thal ‘ch bhaTakda
GeetaaN da kaafila.

TurnaaN maeN chaahuNda
Paer vich kaNDe di lae ke peeR,
Dukh toN kabar tak dosta
Jihna vi faasala.

Aa bahuR Shiv nu peeR vi
Hae kaND de chali,
Rakhi si jihdi oas ne
Mudat toN daastaaN!

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Today this poor man
Begs you once again,
For one more tragedy,
For the sake of his pen.

It has been an age
Since I have drunk of sorrow,
Stir tears into pain,
Make it twice as fierce.

This blank sheet of paper
Watches me silently,
A caravan of poems
Is lost in a desert of words.

I want to walk
With the ache of the thorn in my foot,
Whatever be the distance, my friend,
From sorrow to the grave.

Even pain has turned its back upon me.
Come back! says Shiv,
You have been my tale
For a long, long time!

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #10 on: August 25, 2014, 03:15:23 AM »
mayeiN ni mayeiN! mere geetaN de naina vich birhoN di raRakk pavey.
adhi adhi raatiN uth roan moye mitraN nooN, mayeiN saanu neend na
pavey.
aapey ni mein baalRi mein haaley aap mattaN jogi, matt kehra eis
nooN davey.
aakh soo ni mayeiN ehnu,rovey bull chith ke ni, jagg kitey sun na
lavey.
aakh mayeiN adhi adhi raatiN moye mitraN de uchi uchi naa na lavey.
matey saadey moyeaN pichhoN jagg ih sareekRa ni, geetaN nooN vi
chandra kavey.

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #11 on: August 25, 2014, 03:18:30 AM »
Jee chaahe paNCHi ho jaavaaN,
UDda jaavaaN, gaaoNda jaavaaN,
An-CHuh sikharaaN nu CHoo paavaaN,
Is duniya deeyaaN raaHvaaN bhul ke
Pher kade na vaapas aavaaN.

Ja ashnaan karaaN vich jam-jam
La DeekaaN peeyaaN Daan da paani.
Maan-sarovar de bahi kaNDHe
TuTa jiha ik geet maeN gaavaaN.
Ja baeTHaaN vich khiReeyaaN roeeyaaN
PhakaaN pauna itar-sajoeeyaaN.
Him-TeesiyaaN moiyaaN moiyaaN
YugaaN yugaaN toN kakar hoiyaaN
Ghut kaleje maeN garmaavaaN.
Jee chaahe paNCHi ho jaavaaN.

Hoe aahlna vich shatootaaN,
JaaN vich jaND, kareer, sarooTaaN,
Aaon pure de seet faraaTe,
Lachkaare iyuN laen DaaliyaaN
JyuN koi Doli kheDe jaReeyaaN
Vaal khalaari lae lae jhooTaaN.
Ik din aesa jhakaR jhule
UD puD jaavan sabhe teele
Be-ghar be-dar maeN ho jaavaaN.
Saari umar peeyaaN ras gham da
Aese nashe vich jiNd haNDaavaaN,
Jee chaahe paNCHi ho jaavaaN.

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I wish that I could be a bird
That I could fly, that I could sing,
That I could touch untouchable peaks,
That I could forget the roads of the world,
And never return.

I would bath luxuriously
Drinking long sips of water.
By the shore of a great lake,
I would sing a halting song.
I would go into a flowering wilderness
Gulp the perfume laden winds.
I would warm in a tight embrace,
The peaks of mountains,
Deadened by centuries of freezing cold.
I wish that I could be a bird.

My nest would be among the mulberry trees,
On in the caper, the mesquite or the cypress.
When the cold east wind blew
The jewelled branches would bend
As if playing, swaying
With their hair flying in the wind.
One day there would be a storm
And all the twigs would all scatter.
Nestless, homeless, I would become,
For the rest of my life I would drink the nectar of sorrow
And live my life in its intoxication.
I wish that I could be a bird.


pinky walia

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #12 on: August 25, 2014, 06:15:15 AM »
True writer

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #13 on: August 25, 2014, 12:24:28 PM »
SHIV KUMAR BATALVI - A BIOGRAPHY

Shiv Kumar was born in Bara Pind Lohtian (Shakargarh tehsil), in Punjab (now Pakistan). Shiv’s date of birth as recorded on his horoscope is July 23, 1936, while a latter birth date, October 23, 1937 is recorded on his matriculation certificate that was the only official birth record at that time. His father was a Patwari by the name of Pandit Krishan Gopal. After the partition his family moved to Batala. As a child Shiv is said to have been fascinated by birds and rugged, thorny plants on the Punjabi landscape. Shiv was exposed to the ramlila at an early age, and it is to be expected that he received what was later to become his instinctive understanding of drama from these early performances.

Shiv passed his matriculate exams in 1953, from Punjab University. He went on to enroll in the F.Sc. programme at Baring Union Christian College in Batala. Before completing his degree he moved to S.N. College, Qadian into their Arts program. It is here that he began to sing ghazals and songs for his class-mates. Shiv never gave the final exams he needed to pass to receive his degree.

Around this period, he met a girl named Maina at a fair in Baijnath. When he went back to look for her in her hometown, he heard the news of her death and wrote his elegy 'Maina'. This episode was to prefigure numerous other partings that would serve as material to distill into poems. Perhaps the most celebrated such episode is his fascination for Gurbaksh Singh's daughter who left for the US and married someone else. When he heard of the birth of her first child, Shiv wrote 'Main ek shikra yaar banaya', perhaps his most famous love poem.

In 1965 Shiv won the Sahitya Akademi award for his verse-drama Loona.

He married on Feb 5, 1967. His wife Aruna was a Brahmin from Kir Mangyal in district Gurdaspur. By all accounts Shiv had a happy marriage. He had two children, Meharbaan (b. Apr. 12, 1968) and Puja (b. Sep. 23, 1969) whom he loved immensely.

By 1968 he had moved to Chandigarh, but both Batala and Chandigarh became soulless in his eyes. Chandigarh brought him fame, but scathing criticism as well, Shiv replied with an article titled 'My hostile critics'. Meanwhile his epilepsy got worse and he had a serious attack while at a store in Chandigarh's Sector 22.

Shiv Kumar Batalvi, the poet, literally dominated poetic gatherings in his short life.

In the early 70's Shiv came to Bombay for a literary conference. In keeping with Shiv's outrageous behaviour there is a story about his trip to Bombay as well. Part of the conference involved readings at Shanmukananda hall. After a few people had read their work (one of whom was Meena Kumari), Shiv got on the stage and began "Almost everyone today has begun to consider themselves a poet, each and every person off the streets is writing ghazals". By the time he'd finished with his diatribe, there was not a sound in the hall. This is when he began to read 'Ek kuri jeeda naam mohabbat. gum hai, gum hai...'. There wasn't a sound when he finished either.

Another thing great about Shiv, was that he wrote one poem :-

PRABH JI SAANU IK GIIT UDHAARAA HOR DEYO

By saying, "Prabh Ji Saanu Ik Giit Udhaaraa Hor Deyo", Shiv gave all credit for his writings to The Almighty God, as if all his poetry was from that Divine Power. This speaks of his spritual leanings. This was the greatness of a poet who wrote best of the Punjabi Giits but according to him it was only God who had bestowed on him the power to write and he had nothing, of his own, to write or say.

Shiv has been called a Bohemian. There were complaints about his drinking and some suggestions that his 'friends' had him drink so he would exhibit his outrageous self.

Shiv Kumar died in the 36th year of his life on May 7, 1973 in his father-in-law's house at Kir Mangyal near Pathankot.

Bikramjit Clair

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Re: Shiv kumar batalvi
« Reply #14 on: August 26, 2014, 03:37:56 AM »
 (inlove) AsaN taaN joban rutte marna
muRh jaana asaN bharey bharai
hijar tere di kar parkarma
asaN te joban rutte marna
joban rutte jo vi marda,
phull banney yaN tara.
joban rutte ashiq marda yaN koi karma wala.
yaN oh marn ke jehna likhai hijar dhuroN vich karma
hijar tuhada asaN mubarik naal bahishtiN khaRna.

sajjan ji,bhala kis lai jeena,
saadey jiha nikarma,
sootak(birth) rutt toN joban rutt takk
jehna handaiyaN sharmaN
jamnoN pehla audh(ummer) handaiye
phair handaiyee sharmaN
mar ke kariye ikk doojey di mitti di parkarma.

Par je mitti vi mar javey taaN jio ke ki karna.

 Shiv  (inlove)