Amrita Pritam's Poem: Mai Tainu Phir Milangi

उस शहर में जो एक मौलसिरी का पेड़ है,
कहीं उसी के आसपास
रहती थी एक स्त्री,
जिसे मैं प्यार करता हूँ.
उस शहर में रहते थे और भी बहुत-से लोग
जो मई की उस धुप में
मुझे उसी तरह याद है
जैसे याद है वह मौलसिरी का पेड़.
पर अब वह शहर कहाँ है
तुम पूछोगे तो मैं कुछ नहीं बता पाऊँगा.
वहाँ तक ले जाती है कौन-की सड़क
मुझे कुछ भी याद नहीं .
मैं दावे के साथ
यह भी नहीं कह सकता
की वह स्त्री
जिसे मै अब भी - अब भी प्यार करता हूँ
कभी किसी शहर में रहती भी थी
या नहीं
पर इतना तय है,
मैं उसे प्यार करता हूँ.
मैं इस दुनिया को
एक पुरुष की सारी वासना के साथ
इसलिए प्यार करता हूँ,
कि मै प्यार करता हूँ -
एक स्त्री को |
1983
केदारनाथ सिंह

Maulsiri Ka Ped BY KEDARNATH SINGH Featuring Envia [OC]

चक्रव्यूह में घुसने से पहले
मैं कौन था और कैसा था
ये मुझे याद ही न रहेगा
चक्रव्यूह में घुसने के बाद
मेरे और चक्रव्यूह के बीच
सिर्फ़ एक जान-लेवा निकटता थी
इसका मुझे पता ही न चलेगा

चक्रव्यूह से बाहर निकलने पर
मैं मुक्त हो जाऊँ भले ही
फिर भी
चक्रव्यूह की रचना में फ़र्क़ ही न पड़ेगा

मरूँ या मारूँ
मारा जाऊँ या जान से मार दूँ
इस का फ़ैसला कभी न हो पायेगा

सोया हुआ आदमी जब नींद से उठ कर
चलना शुरू करता है
तब सपनों का संसार उसे दुबारा
दिख ही न पायएगा

उस रोशनी में जो निर्णय की रोशनी है
सब कुछ समान होगा क्या?

एक पलड़े में नपुंसकता
एक पलड़े में पौरुष
और ठीक तराज़ू के काँते पर
अर्ध-सत्य





कृति के पहले आया हुआ विचार
और विचार के बाद वाली क्ऱ^ति
इन के दर्मियान आहुति
जो मैं ने दी

जिन जिन {क्ष्ह}अणों में मैं
भूल गया था देह भान
जिन जिन {क्ष्ह}अणों में
उलझ गया था कृति में
उन्हीं {क्ष्ह}अणों में
मुझे दिखाई दी
तुम्हारी सम्पूर्ण आकृति

हो चुकी है अब मेरी कृति पुरी
और तुम्हारी आकृति बुझ गई

Ardh Satya by Dilip Chitre Featuring Envia [OC]

An excerpt from the 1983 film Ardh Satya. The film features an excellent poem of the same name by great Marathi poet Dilip Chitre (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilip_Chitre). 

(quoted from Wikipedia) In a pivotal scene, from which the movie derives its name, Jyotsna (Smita Patil) gives Anant (Om Puri) a poem to read to him from a book that she is carrying, Ardh Satya. Anant begins to read the poem aloud; as the meaning sinks in, his smile vanishes; he continues reading in a more subdued and sombre tone. Filmed in a single long take, this is one of the finest moments world cinema has shown portraying the effect of art upon man in modern cinema (compare to Apres Nous). Later in the film, a cathartic moment occurs symbolizing the poem, where Anant breaks down crying. Jyotsna reaches out a hand to comfort him but then withdraws it without touching him, in one of the most poignant moments of cinema; it is as if she realised that he is "within this Chakravyuh, or Circle of Deceit" alone and needs to find his inner strength to break out. 

Govind Nihalani said in an interview on Indian TV after winning the National Award that the "moment" had actually occurred just before filming, during the rehearsal, where actor Om Puri broke down and started weeping openly while reciting this poem; Nihalani reached out a hand to comfort him and then withdrew it feeling that "his anguish was too monumental for a mere touch to provide any solace". He subsequently instructed Smita Patil to play the scene like this, giving her his futile gesture.

When faced with a moral or existential choice of such magnitude, man is essentially alone and another cannot partake of his anguish or lessen his burden. The movie suggests that Anant refuses to break out of his situation, choosing to stand and face his nothingness — to continue being an 'impotent' police officer, rather than give up his uniform and regain his manliness and self-efficacy. 



Dilip Chitre_Ardh Satya

Short poem by Marathi poet Dilip Chitre.

Kriti ke pehle aya hua vichar
Aur vichar ke baad vali kriti
Inke darmiyan ahuti jo meine dee
Jin jin kshanon mein bhul gaya tha deh bhan
Jin jin kshanon mein ulajh gaya tha kriti mein
Unhee kshanon mein mujhe dikhayeee dee
Tumharee sambhavnaoyn kee sampurna akriti
Ho chuki hai ab meri kriti puri
Aur tumharee akriti bujhh gayee

Dilip Chitre_Kriti Ke Pehle Aya Hua Vichar _Om Puri (1983)

Ik kuddi jida naa muhabbat,
Goum hai.
Saad muraadi, soni phabbat,
Goum hai.
Soorat ousdi pariyaan vargi
Seerat di o mariam lagdi
Hasdi hai taa phul jhaddade ne
Turdi hai taa gazal hai lagdi.
Lamm-salammi, saru de kad di
Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi.
Goummeyaan janam janam han hoye
Par lagda jyon kal di gal hai.
Yun lagda jyon ajj di gal hai,
Yun lagda jyon hun di gal hai.

Huney taan mere kol khaddi si
Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan
Soch meri hairan baddi hai.
Nazar meri har aande jaande
Chehre da rang phol rahi hai,
Ous kuddi nu tol rahi hai.

Saanjh dhale baazaaran de jad,
Moddaan te khushbu ugdi hai.
Vehal, thakaavat, bechaini jad,
Chau raaheyaan te aa juddadi hai.
Rauley lippi tanhai vich
Os kuddi di thudd khaandi hai.
Os kuddi di thudd disdi hai.
Har chhin mennu inyon lagda hai,
Har din mennu inyon lagda hai.
Judde jashan ne bheeddaan vichon,
Juddi mahak de jhurmat vichon,
O mennu aawaaz davegi,
Men ohnu pehchaan lavaanga
O mennu pehchaan lavegi.
Par es raule de hadd vichon
Koi mennu aawaaz na denda
Koi vi mere vall na vehnda.

Par khaure kyun tapala lagda,
Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda,
Har din har ik bheedd juddi chon,
But ohda jyun langh ke jaanda.
Par mennu hi nazar na aunda.
Goum gaya maen os kuddi de
Chehre de vich goummeya rehnda,
Os de gham vich ghullda rehnda,
Os de gham vich khurda jaanda!
Os kuddi nu meri saun hai,
Os kuddi nu apni saun hai,

Os kuddi nu sab di saun hai.
Os kuddi nu jag di saun hai,
Os kuddi nu rab di saun hai,
Je kithe paddhdi sundi hove,
Jyundi ya o mar rahi hove
Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave
Vafa meri nu daag na laave
Nahin taan methon jiya na jaanda
Geet koi likheya na janda!

Ik kudi jida naa muhabat.
Goum hai.
Saad muradi sohni phabbat
Goum hai.

Ek Kudi Jida Naam Mohabbat - Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Ki puchde o haal fakeera da
Sada nadiyo vichrhe neera da
Sada hanjh di june aaya da
Sada dil jaleyAa dilgeera da….
Ih jandeya kujh shokh jahe
Ranga da hi na tasveera hai
Jad Hatt gaye assi ishke di
Mull kar baithe Tasveera da…
Sanu lakha da tan Labh gya
Par ik da mann v na milyaa
Kiya likhya kisse mukadar si
Hatha diya char lakeera da….
Takdeer ta apni sounkan si
Tadbeera satho na hoiyaa
Na jhang chutiya na kann paate
Jhundh langh gya injh heera da….
Mere geet vi loki sunde ne
Naale kaafir aakh sadinde ne
Mai dard nu kaaba keh baitha
Rab na rakh baitha peerha da…..
Mai daanshwara sunidiya sang
Kayi wari uchi bol pya
Kujh maan si mainu ishqe da
Kujh daawa vi si peerha da….
Tu khud nu aakal kehnda hai
Mai khud nu Aashq dasda ha
Ih loka te chadh daiye
Kihnu maan ne dende peera da
Shiv Kumar Batalvi
About the Poet: Shiv Kumar Batalvi (July 23, 1936 – May 7, 1973) was a Punjabi poet. Shiv Kumar Batalvi, a young man of barely 20 years of age, appeared on the scene of Punjabi poetry in East Punjab. By living a brief and intense life that was devoted to writing deeply profound, passionate and enchantingly lyrical poetic expressions of the pathos of his time, and dying young at the age of 36, a fate that he had predicted and romanticized throughout his poetry, he attained the charisma of a modern day saint and a fallen-hero in the eyes of many of his admirers.

Haal faqeera da - Shiv Kumar Batalvi

The first original production of the Poetry in Your ipod Project is a poem by the great Faiz Ahmed Faiz. It's not perfect, but we are getting there. 

Here is the poem. You can download it as well. Please feel free to distribute it in any way you see fit. Give it to anyone you want. No one and everyone owns it.


यह धुप किनारा
शाम ढले
मिलते हैं दोनों वक़्त जहाँ
जो रात न दिन
जो आज न कल
पल भर को अमर, पल भर में धुआं

इस धुप किनारे पल दो पल
होंठो की लपक, बाहों की खनक
ये मेल हमारा
पल भर को अमर, पल भर में धुआं

जब तेरे समंदर आखों में
इस शाम का सूरज डूबेगा
सुख सोयेंगे घर दर वाले
और राही अपनी राह लेगा

Ye dhoop kinara, shaam dhale
milte hain dono waqt jahaan
jo raat na din, jo aaj na kal
pal bhar ko amar, pal bhar mein dhuaan

Is dhoop Kinare Pal do pal
Hothon ki lapak, baahon ki khanak
yeh mel hamara
pal bhar ko amar, pal pal mein dhuan

jab teri samandar aankhon mein
is shaam ka suraj doobega
sukh soyenge ghar dar wale
aur raahi apni raah lega.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz Yeh Dhoop Kinara Feat. Envia  (DOWNLOAD ENABLED)

Original recitation by Pakistani Poet Zia Mohyeddin, featuring Faiz's  Tum Na Aaye Toh Har Cheese. Lyrics  below. Download above.

Tum na aaiy thay to har cheez wohi thi ke jo hai
aasman had’nazar , rahguzar, rahguzar, sheesha’e mae sheesha’e mae
aur ab sheesha’e mae, rahguzar rang’e falak
rang hai dil ka marey khoon’e jigar honay tak
champa’ee rang kabhi rahat’e deedar ka rang
sorma’ee rang ke hai saat’e bezaar ka rang
zard patoon ka khas’o khaar ka rang
surkh phoolon ka dehaktay hoey gulzar ka rang
zehar ka rang , lahoo rang , shab’e taar ka rang
aasman , rahguzar, sheesha’e mae
koyee bheega huwa daman koyee dukhti hoyee rag
koyee har lehza badalta aaina hai
ab jo aaiy ho to tehro ke koyee rang, koyee rut, koyee shai,
phir se ik baar har ik cheez wohi ho ke jo hai
aasman had’e nazar , rahguzar rahguzar, sheesha’e mae sheesha’e mae


तुम न आये तो हर चीज़ वोही थी के जो है
आसमां हद्द-ए-नज़र, राहगुज़र, राहगुज़र,, शीशे-ए-मय, शीशे-ए-मय
और अब शीशे-ए-मय, राहगुज़र रंग-ए-फ़लक
रंग है दिल का मेरे खूने-ए-जिगर होने तक
चम्पई रंग कभी राहत-ए-दीदार का रंग
सुरमई रंग के है सात-ए-बाज़ार का रंग
ज़र्द पत्तो का खासो खार का रंग
ज़हर का रंग, लहू रंग, शब्-ए-तार का रंग
आसमां हद्द-ए-नज़र, राहगुज़र, राहगुज़र, शीशे-ए-मय
कोई भीगा हुआ दमन, कोई दुखती हुई राग
कोई हर लहज़ा बदलता आइना है|
अब जो आयी हो तो ठहरो के कोई रंग, कोई रुत, कोई शै
फिर से एक बार हर एक चीज़ वोही हो के जो है
आसमां हद्द-ए-नज़र, राहगुज़र, राहगुज़र,, शीशे-ए-मय, शीशे-ए-मय

Clearly my spelling sucks, please forgive

Tum Na Aaye To Har Cheez (Feat. Envia) - Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Sachchidananda Hirananda Vatsyayana 'Agyeya' (सच्‍चिदानन्‍द हीरानन्‍द वात्‍स्‍यायन 'अज्ञेय') (7 March 1911 – 4 April 1987), popularly known by his pen-name Ajneya ("Beyond comprehension"), was a pioneer of modern trends not only in the realm of Hindi poetry, but also fiction, criticism and journalism. He was one of the most prominent exponents of the Nayi Kavita (New Poetry) and Prayog (Experiments) in Modern Hindi literature, edited the 'Saptaks', a literary series, and started Hindi newsweekly, Dinaman.


Agyeya Char Hindi Kavitaayein

Sachchidananda Hirananda Vatsyayana 'Agyeya' (सच्‍चिदानन्‍द हीरानन्‍द वात्‍स्‍यायन 'अज्ञेय') (7 March 1911 – 4 April 1987), popularly known by his pen-name Ajneya ("Beyond comprehension"), was a pioneer of modern trends not only in the realm of Hindi poetry, but also fiction, criticism and journalism. He was one of the most prominent exponents of the Nayi Kavita (New Poetry) and Prayog (Experiments) in Modern Hindi literature, edited the 'Saptaks', a literary series, and started Hindi newsweekly, Dinaman.

Agyeya: Char Hindi Kavitaayein Feat. Agyeya

Duniya ke sitam yaad na apni hi wafa yaad
ab mujh ko nahi kuch bhi muhabbat ke siva yaad
main shikvabalab tha mujhe ye bhi na raha yaad
shayad ke mere bhulanevale ne kiya yaad
jab koi hasin hota hai sargarm-e-navazish
us waqt wo kuch aur bhi aate hain siva yaad
muddat hui ik hadasa-e-ishq ko lekin
ab tak hai tere dil ke dhadakane ke sada yaad
han han tujhe kya kam mere shiddat-e-gam se
han han nahi mujh ko tere daman ke hawa yaad
main tark-e-rah-o-rasm-e-junun kar hi chuka tha
q aa gai aise mein teri lagazish-e-pa yaad

kya lutf ki main apana pata aap bataun
kije koi bhuli hui khas apni ada yaad 
Jigar Moradabadi

Jigar Moradabadi_Duniya Ke Sitam Yaad

I am a Hindi and Urdu poetry enthusiast. I record the poems that I like and mix them with music. I have a different and much boring day job so pls forgive me if my recitation or music mixes don't meet professional standards. Feel free to send me requests via DM.

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