Balwinder Balam Gurdaspur
How much he wants
There is a way between the eyes.
where your tears fell
There is grass like the sun.
Will test good or bad,
The one who is wowed.
How easy it is to get there,
How does this happen?
The insistence of breaking stars from the shadows,
What understanding is the mind?
Don’t argue even if you forget.
There is a trap around the neck.
We have seen by drowning,
It goes or it doesn’t come.
Whatever you do in life,
Where do you come back?
He kissed in this style,
Even the dumb can sing.
Not going at his rate but,
Poison is always eaten.
Let me explain the definition of happiness.
Whenever there is tea from the crowd.
Keep an eye on the baby.
Tani is confused.
Contact: 98156-25409
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The earth was shaking
Charan Singh Mahi
The earth will cry, cry and wail.
The weight should not be carried excessively and oppressively.
There is an uproar everywhere today
The joys are gone, the sadness is gone.
They lied and laughed happily.
Who should tell the truth about your sorrows?
Lies get life, truth is hanged here.
The joys are gone, the sadness is gone.
The fourfold sin is prevalent today.
Dharam Bhakta went somewhere to hide.
Who will protect the religions by coming today?
The joys are gone, the sadness is gone.
Bandits disguised as saints.
The devotees from above have black hearts.
The sin in the heart but laughs from above.
The joys are gone, the sadness is gone.
Send a sacrificial avatar, someone who calls God.
The sinking ship of religion that binds.
Mahi Lamya Wale spoke the truth
The joys are gone, the sadness is gone.
Contact: 99143-64728
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ghazal
Pratap ‘Paras’ Gurdaspuri
The soil looks good on the village roads.
The fragrance of mother’s breath dwells in it.
Remembering the childhood tears that fell,
A picture made is of siblings.
Messages were being given here and there which,
May the dream fly like a crow.
Although hotels, cafes have opened everywhere,
They can never take the place of an inn.
I did not find peace in the village after breaking the relationship.
Sanghi Chavan was suffocated by coming to the city.
Everything in the city is fake,
The village of ‘Paras’ has the soul of five rivers.
Contact: 99888-11681
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Bapu’s Voices
Baljinder Hon
Forget the beautiful rituals of youth
How can I forget my father’s voice?
A child who is one year old is not worried
God’s mercies are the dwelling place
Never forget the tunes of Gurbani…
The necks of the oxen do not fall anymore
Abu does not roast grains and chews any rinds
Don’t ask the slogans now give the head crowns…
The village now rose from under the tree
The milk, ghee, and butter crumbs were removed from us
From which country should we find Nakhre and Naz…
Where did you go to Algoza?
The tunes that go melodious do not ask
The artist forgot the strings and now the instruments…
No one should sing about the beautiful horses and the horses
No one should come to the village with a sigh
Forgotten brotherhood and new customs…
Thoughts flew high and dry
Preparations not to make fools in the arenas
Let’s settle the voices of truth in the heart…
The old days will never come back
Never put honey in the tea
Listen, you ‘mana’ now to the instruments of time…
Contact: 98150-18947
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are sold
Beant Kaur Gill
The arrows lying in the sheds are sold
My son’s parents’ property is sold
Gentlemen, kings and ministers are sold
The raw Guru Peer of the raw is sold…
The evidence lying in the lockers is sold
Stolen shoes are sold from cobblers
Livestock is sold from caste to caste
Coffins lying in graves are sold…
PA is sold and CA is sold
The songs are sold, the music is sold
Cymbal bores are sold everywhere
In the race of dollars, rupees are sold…
Tubis, sitar and harp are sold
Vaid, Chaudhary, Hakeem and Nawab are sold
Roses are sold to go to the graves
Looking back and forth, the gentleman is sold…
Uncles, aunts, uncles, brothers are sold
Halwai is sold behind the moon skins
The soldiers standing in the square are sold
Doctor’s degree, studies are sold…
Pen-ink writers are sold
Kartars are sold from Kartar’s houses
The characters are sold as they say
Being a volcano, they are sold cold…
They are sold by bidding
Sunshine, shade, sun and wind are sold
Farmers-labourers are sold at low prices
Nimaniye Cha is sold with ‘Gill’
Here they sell cheap tea…
Contact: 94656-06210
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peanuts
Omkar Sood Bahona
Always remember peanuts.
Flavor packed in nuts.
rich treasure of strength,
Know this total time.
People just eat it.
It is rich in vitamins.
It would have been Saad Muradi,
More delicious than almonds.
It’s made of rubber band,
Make it sweet by adding jaggery.
Make salt in oil,
Mix again in Bhujiya.
Those who smoke,
It is also called time pass.
Give it many flavors,
This fruit is amazing.
Peanuts are peanuts.
Roasted though it is fried.
Sour service by dividing it,
This is the best winter fruit.
Contact: 96540-36080
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The works of life
Ajit Khanna
Sometimes my mind does, to talk about the works of life
What did I gain, what did I lose, to weigh such a thing
Sometimes my mind does, the works of life…
When the first Varka started, I saw a picture of Hasdi
Joining two souls, that line of hands appeared
I swear to your heart today, to open the hidden secrets of the heart…
Sometimes my mind does, to talk about the works of life
Wherever, wherever it is found, Varka has also been found
The song that was written on him has been removed from YouTube
The heart asks the truth, to speak it again and again…
Sometimes my mind does, to talk about the works of life
Kar Sunni Juhan of the city, would go without telling
I had told you that when friends, you would come back again
Ajit remained in the corner, did not speak to him…
Sometimes my mind does, to talk about the works of life
Contact: 85448-54669
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gazelle
Gogi cumin
People are tired and defeated.
Rulers because of you
You give dreams of flowers,
Thorns hit the forehead.
If I have to complain,
Your attitude is yours.
To wander step by step I am helpless,
Your beautiful view
Be careful not to be consumed if,
Angyare has become for the state.
Not so strong, good ‘gogi’
Time has made many improvements.
Contact: 97811-36240
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silence
Kulwinder Singh Malot
is silent
Let it be silent.
To the extent of tolerance.
You have always said-
‘One silence, one hundred pleasures’.
But every time,
The meaning of silence
There is no ‘silence’.
Yes! Yes!!
Silence can see everything.
Silence can hear everything.
can see-
To the youth in drugs.
To the peasant who commits suicide.
To desecration of holy scriptures.
In communal riots
To mortal humanity;
To the merchants of white,
By doing black deeds.
silence
can hear-
to your sweet laughs,
Words with double meanings.
Of rape
to the rising cries
But the silence
Not being ‘quiet’-
The silence will be broken
Lava will erupt.
remember,
Finally the silence will be broken.
Contact: 98760-64576
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