SHIV BATALVI POEMS IN PUNJABI PDF

Shiv Kumar Batalvi is considered a stalwart in modern Punjabi poetry. A quick web search tells you that he is the poet of lament and the internet is quick to define pathos as his genre. However, his writing is as much about true love and passion as it is about the agony it necessarily brings. A young girl is married to the father of Puran Bhagat, a pious saint.

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Shiv Kumar Batalvi is considered a stalwart in modern Punjabi poetry. A quick web search tells you that he is the poet of lament and the internet is quick to define pathos as his genre. However, his writing is as much about true love and passion as it is about the agony it necessarily brings. A young girl is married to the father of Puran Bhagat, a pious saint.

Despite him being her stepson, she is attracted to him and confesses her feelings only to be rejected. Legend has it that after this rebuke, she connives to have him exiled. Many stories and legends surround his romantic life. It is said that he fell in love with several women and his poetry springs from the dejections and sorrows these liaisons brought. However, this is a claim he has denied. You can watch him talk about this in an interview here, offhandedly denying these rumours and saying that he never quite accepted the love he got.

One of these love poems was inspired by a woman who married someone else. Mae in mae, main ik shikra yaar banaya, Ohde sir te kalgi te ohdi pairin jhanjhar! Dehi de vichon niklan chingan, Ve saada hathh gaya kumlaya! Choori kuttan te oh khanda nahin, Ve asin dil da maas khuaya! Ik udaari aisi maari, Oh mud watni na aya oh mae in! Main ik shikra yaar banaya. O my mother, I made a hawk my beloved, A plume on his feet, Bells on his feet!

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. The next poem is a beautiful narrative about him looking for a girl. We have all become familiar with it because of its recent renditions in movies but at its core, it is said to be inspired by yet another woman he fell in love with, but who moved cities early in his youth.

You can also listen to an intoxicating recitation of this poem in his own voice here. Surat osdi pariyaan vargi Seerat di Mariam lagdi Hasdi hai taan phul jhardhey ne Turdi hai taan ghazal hai lagdi Lamm salammi saru de kadd di Umar ajey hai mar ke agdi Par naina di gal samajhdi. Gummiyan janam janam han hoye Lagda iyon jyon kal di gal hai Iyon lagdai jion ajj di gal hai Iyon lagdai jion hun di gal hai. Hune taan mere kol khadi si Hune taan mere kol nahi hai Ae keha chhal hai Ae keha bhatkan.

Soch meri Hairaan badi hai Nazar merii har aande jaande Chehre daa rang phol rahii hai Ous kudi nu tol rahi hai. Saanjh dhale baazaran de jad Morhaan te khushboo ugdi hai Vehal, thakavat, bechaini jad Chauraheyan te aa judhdi hai Rauley lippi tanhai de vich Oss kudi di thurh khaandi hai Oss kudi di thurh disdi hai.

Har chin mainun eyon lagdaa hai Har din mainun eyon lagdaa hai Judhe jashan te bheedhaan vichon Judhi mahak de jhurmat vichon O mainoon aawaaz davegi Main ohnoon pehchaan lavaanga O mainoon pehchaan lavegi Par ess raule de har vichon Koyi vi mainoonu aawaaz naa dendaa Koyi vi mere vall naa vehndaa. Par khaure kyun taplaa lagdaa Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda Har din har ik bhidh judhi chon But ohdaa jyon langh ke jaandaa Par mainoon hi nazar naa aundaa Gum gayi main oss kudi de Chehre de vich gummya rehnda Oss de gham vich ghullda rehnda Oss de gham vich khurdaa jaanda.

Oss kudi noon meri saun hai Oss kudi noon apni saun hai Oss kudi noon sab di saun hai Oss kudi noon jag di saun hai Oss kudi noon rab di saun hai Je kite padhdi sundi hove Jyundi jaan o mar rahi hove Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave Wafaa merii noon daag na laave Nahin taan methon jiyaa naa janda Geet koyi likheyaa naa jandaa.

A girl whose name is Love Is lost. Simple, beautiful, She is lost. Her beauty, ethereal Virtuous, like Mary, Her laughter, blossoms falling, Her gait, a poem. Tall as a cypress, Barely alight, Yet she understands the language of a glance.

It has been ages since she was lost Yet it feels like yesterday, It feels like today. It feels like now. She was standing beside me just now, She is beside me no more. What deception is this? What trickery? I am bewildered. My eyes examine every passerby, Scanning their faces, Searching for that girl.

When evening descends upon the bazaar And perfumes erupt at every corner, When restlessness and tiredness Collide with leisure, Isolated in that noise, Her absence eats at me. I see her Every moment I feel as though — Every day I feel as though — From this throng of people, From this crowd of doors, She will call out to me, I will recognize her, She will recognize me.

But from this flood of noise Nobody calls out to me, Nobody looks toward me. I am lost in her face And stay lost in it I keep dissolving in this grief. I keep melting in this grief. I beg this girl, for my sake, I beg her for her own sake, I beg her for everyones sake I beg her for the sake of this world, I beg her for the sake of God, If somewhere she reads or hears this Whether she be alive or dying That she come and meet me once That she not stain my love. Else I will not be able to live, I will not be able to write a song.

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He was most known for his romantic poetry, noted for its heightened passion, pathos, separation and lover's agony. He became the youngest recipient of the Sahitya Akademi Award in , given by the Sahitya Akademi India's National Academy of Letters , for his epic verse play based on the ancient legend of Puran Bhagat, Loona , [3] now considered a masterpiece in modern Punjabi literature , [4] and which also created a new genre, of modern Punjabi kissa. In , when he was aged 11, his family moved to Batala , Gurdaspur district after partition of India , where his father continued his work as a patwari and young Shiv received his primary education. He completed his matriculation in , from Panjab University , and enrolled in the F. College, Qadian , where he joined the Arts program more suited to his persona, though he left that too in the second year. Thereafter he joined a school at Baijnath, Himachal Pradesh to do a diploma in Civil Engineering, here again he left it in the middle.

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