<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:26:47.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Kavita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-4487945857663255455</id><published>2007-12-10T03:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:03:58.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is one of my first poems. Written in 1999, when Hindi was still a new language for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These were the times when I first left my home and had gone to the engineering college.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142306620226011458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/R10koEC2AUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lv9HNAyf4AM/s400/Maa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-4487945857663255455?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/4487945857663255455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=4487945857663255455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/4487945857663255455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/4487945857663255455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/12/maa.html' title='Maa...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/R10koEC2AUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lv9HNAyf4AM/s72-c/Maa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-7328649808016889243</id><published>2007-09-09T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:03:58.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Javed Akhtar's Poem for Mother Teresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RuTCIOAz1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mLAkfB3BAAY/s1600-h/mother1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108421323801220466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RuTCIOAz1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mLAkfB3BAAY/s400/mother1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RuTCA-Az1WI/AAAAAAAAAI4/h_hVRAmC1vI/s1600-h/mother2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108421199247168866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RuTCA-Az1WI/AAAAAAAAAI4/h_hVRAmC1vI/s400/mother2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RuTB8eAz1VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NzrZhUox-cI/s1600-h/mother3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108421121937757522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RuTB8eAz1VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NzrZhUox-cI/s400/mother3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This poem completely reflects an ideology that a common man can identify with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Javed Akhtar has to be appreciated for showing such amazing dexterity in Serious Social Poems, Romantic Movie songs as well as prose. Do buy a copy of "Quiver" his book containing this poetry. The book was also recited by him in a 2-cassette album called Tarkash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-7328649808016889243?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/7328649808016889243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=7328649808016889243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/7328649808016889243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/7328649808016889243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/09/javed-akhtars-poem-for-mother-teresa.html' title='Javed Akhtar&apos;s Poem for Mother Teresa'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RuTCIOAz1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mLAkfB3BAAY/s72-c/mother1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-148927482337746488</id><published>2007-09-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:03:59.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Poem From My favourite Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-KBuAz1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/acZMUBzhaiY/s1600-h/banjara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106952264597361986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-KBuAz1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/acZMUBzhaiY/s400/banjara1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-J8OAz1TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_tveZOpF8B4/s1600-h/banjara2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106952170108081458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-J8OAz1TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_tveZOpF8B4/s400/banjara2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-J4uAz1SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wBJUTL7FHhk/s1600-h/banjara3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106952109978539298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-J4uAz1SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wBJUTL7FHhk/s400/banjara3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-J0eAz1RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2EhJ0ZCQjKA/s1600-h/banjara4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106952036964095250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-J0eAz1RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2EhJ0ZCQjKA/s400/banjara4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-IbeAz1MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SY15QCqUjEo/s1600-h/banjara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-IUuAz1LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kJZdcW1cLnE/s1600-h/banjara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Javed Akhtar at his best. I have loved this poem for years now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-148927482337746488?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/148927482337746488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=148927482337746488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/148927482337746488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/148927482337746488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favourite-poem-from-my-favourite.html' title='My Favourite Poem From My favourite Album'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/Rt-KBuAz1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/acZMUBzhaiY/s72-c/banjara1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-2726419759917327291</id><published>2007-07-26T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:09:14.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo jo na sajavta kaanch na sapna tamari aankhon ma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This one is for my friend Ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Signing his autograph book with 4 lines, 2 of my own and 2 lines (I am not sure who wrote it) that made me think of poetry as a medium of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that startedd my love for poetry is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koi Na Uday Ma Hu Thai Jau Asht, Evu Shadbhagya Hoi kyathi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pame na Koi Asht Mara Uday Na tane, Bas etluj chahu chhu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Kisi ke uday ke lie ho jau mein Asht, Kaha hogi itni sadnaseebi (meri),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Koi na ho jaye Asht Mere Uday ke samay pe, Bas itna hi chahta hu. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the 2 lines from me that I truly believe in were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo Jo na Sajavta Kaach na Sapna tamari aankhon ma, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo tutse koi swapn to khuch se tamari aankhon ma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Dekho na sajana kaanch ke sapne tumhari aankhon mein, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gar tuta jo koi sapna to khuchega tumhari aankhon mein).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-2726419759917327291?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/2726419759917327291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=2726419759917327291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/2726419759917327291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/2726419759917327291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/07/jo-jo-na-sajavta-kaanch-na-sapna-tamari.html' title='Jo jo na sajavta kaanch na sapna tamari aankhon ma...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-7965521601533113715</id><published>2007-05-22T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:03:59.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gani Dhaiwala - Gujarati Ghazals</title><content type='html'>For those who have liked the Gujarati Language for long but have not keenly followed the great works in the form of Poetry called Ghazals, here are 2 of very best of Gani Dahiwala :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RlPId0wfqlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RoP5OWXGAuo/s1600-h/ganidahiwala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067614420425747026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RlPId0wfqlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RoP5OWXGAuo/s200/ganidahiwala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(This song was originally sung by Mohd. Rafi)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Have translated this in Hindi to keep the poetic essence alive)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Divaso Judai Na Jai Chhe&lt;br /&gt;E Jase Jaroor Milan Sudhi,&lt;br /&gt;Maro Haath Jali Ne Lai Jase,&lt;br /&gt;Mujh Satruo J Swajan Sudhi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Din Judai ke ja rahe hai,&lt;br /&gt;Zaroor Jayenge ye Milan Tak,&lt;br /&gt;Mera Haath thaam ke le jayenge,&lt;br /&gt;Mere Shatru hi (mere) Swajan tak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na Dhara Sudhi Na Gagan Sudhi,&lt;br /&gt;Nahi Unnati Na Patan Sudhi,&lt;br /&gt;Fakat Apne To Javu Hatu,&lt;br /&gt;Are Ek Mek Na Man Sudhi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Na Dhara Tak Na hi Gagan tak,&lt;br /&gt;Na Unnati Na Patan Tak,&lt;br /&gt;Bas hum to jana chahte the,&lt;br /&gt;Yuhi Ek Dusre ke Man tak.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tame Raank Na Chho Ratan Sama,&lt;br /&gt;Na Malo Ey Aansoon Dhool Ma,&lt;br /&gt;Jo Araj Kabool Ho Atli,&lt;br /&gt;To Hriday thi Jao Nayan Sudhi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Aap kisi gareeb ke ho ratno jaise,&lt;br /&gt;Aye Aansoon Na Milo yu dhool Mein,&lt;br /&gt;Agar itni si Araj kabool ho,&lt;br /&gt;To Jao Hriday se Nayan Tak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tame Raaj-Rani Na Cheer Sam,&lt;br /&gt;Ame Rank Naar Ni Chundadi,&lt;br /&gt;Tame Tan Par raho ghadi-be-ghadi,&lt;br /&gt;Ame Saath Daie Kafan Sudhi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aap Ho Raaj Rani ke Kapdo Jaise,&lt;br /&gt;Hum Chunari, gareeb naari ki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aap Tan pe rehte Ghadi-do-ghadi,&lt;br /&gt;Hum saath Dete Kafan tak.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo Hriday Ni Aag Vadhi Gani,&lt;br /&gt;To Khud Eeshware J Krupa Kari,&lt;br /&gt;Koi Shwaas Bandh Kari Gayu,&lt;br /&gt;Ke Pawan Na Jaye Agan Sudhi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Gani, Jab Hriday ke aag itni badhi,&lt;br /&gt;To Khud Eshwar ne hi ye Kripa Kari,&lt;br /&gt;Koi Shwaas (Hamare) bandh Kar Gaya,&lt;br /&gt;Ke Ye Hawa Na Jaye Us Aag tak)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The second song that I like was sung by Hemant Kumar, very Romantic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tamara Ahi Aaj Pagla Thavana,&lt;br /&gt;Chaman Ma Badha Ne Khabar Thayi Gayi Chhe,&lt;br /&gt;Jhukavi Chhe Gardan Badhi Daaliyo E,&lt;br /&gt;Phoolo Ni Ye Neechi Najar Thayi Gayi Chhe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aapke kadam aaj Yaha Padenge,&lt;br /&gt;Sab Ko Chaman mein Khabar Ho Chali Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jhukadi Hai Gardan Harek Dali ne,&lt;br /&gt;Phoolo Ki bhi neechi Nazar ho chali hai)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharam Ne Kahi Do Saghalu Juey Chhey&lt;br /&gt;Kadi Paandiyon Na Padde Rahi Ney&lt;br /&gt;Kharu Jo Kahi Daun To Vaatavaran Par&lt;br /&gt;Tamaara Nayan Ni Asar Thayi Gayi Chhey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Sharm Ko Kehdo ke Sab kuch Dekhti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kali aur Patto ka Parda bana kar,&lt;br /&gt;Sach agar jo Kehdu to Mausam pe,&lt;br /&gt;Aapki Aankhon ki Asar ho chali hai)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upasthit Tamey Chho To Laage Chhey Upavan&lt;br /&gt;Kalakaar Nu Chitra Sampoorna Jaaney&lt;br /&gt;Tamey Jo Na Ho To Badha Kahi Uthe Ke&lt;br /&gt;Vidhaata To Koi Kasar Thayi Gayi Chhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aap Ke hone se lagta hai ye Gulshan,&lt;br /&gt;Kalakar ka jaise Koi Sampoorna Chitra,&lt;br /&gt;Agar Aap na ho to Sab Keh uthenge,&lt;br /&gt;Vidhaata se koi Kasar reh gai hai )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-7965521601533113715?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/7965521601533113715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=7965521601533113715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/7965521601533113715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/7965521601533113715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/05/gani-dhaiwala-gujarati-ghazals.html' title='Gani Dhaiwala - Gujarati Ghazals'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYPkaIGsZWs/RlPId0wfqlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RoP5OWXGAuo/s72-c/ganidahiwala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-1167485938204244991</id><published>2007-05-22T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T05:04:01.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maa..... Nida Fazli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I had gone to a poetry recitation which turned out to be a disaster for me as i had to listen to 150 min of Marathi poetry without understanding a single word of it. But for 30 min my favourite &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hindi / Urdu shayar Nida Fazli&lt;/span&gt; and a Gujarati poet Meghbindu were on stage and they talked about "Mother", Liked their poetry and would like to put the one by Nida Fazli over here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pankaj Udhas has sung this in one of his albums):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besan ki sondhi roti par, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khatti Chatni Jaisi Maa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yaad Aati hai Chauka-baasan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chimta Fukani jaisi Maa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baas Ki Khurri khaat ke upar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Har Aahat pe kaan dhare, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aadhi Soi, Aadhi Jaagi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thaki Dopahari jaisi Maa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chidiyo ke chehkar mein gunje,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Radha-Mohan Ali Ali,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murge ki aawaz se khulti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghar ki kundi jaisi Maa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biwi, Beti Behan Padosan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thodi Thodi si sab mein,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Din bhar ek rassi ke upar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chalti Natni jaisi Maa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baant ke apna Chehra Maatha, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aankhen Jane kahan gai, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate Purane Ek Aalbum mein,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chanchal ladki jaisi Maa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another song that I am getting reminded of, thinking of "Maa" is the one by Sagarika, I thought this too had great lyrics :(I think lyricist for this too is Nida Fazli)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dhoop Mein Chaaya Jaise,&lt;br /&gt;Pyaas Mein Dariya Jaise,&lt;br /&gt;Tan Mein Jeevan Jaise,&lt;br /&gt;Man Mein Darpan Jaise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haath Duaaon Waale Roshan Kare Ujaale,&lt;br /&gt;Phool Pe Jaise Shabnam, Saans Mein Jaise Sargam,&lt;br /&gt;Prem Ki Moorat Daya Ki Surat ,&lt;br /&gt;Aise Aur Kahaan Hai ,Jaisi Meri Maa Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab Bhi Andhera Cha Jaye&lt;br /&gt;Woh Deepak Ban Jaaye ,&lt;br /&gt;Jab Ik Akeli Raat Sataye,&lt;br /&gt;Woh Sapna Ban Jaaye,&lt;br /&gt;Andar Neer Bahaye ,&lt;br /&gt;Baahar Se Muskaye,&lt;br /&gt;Kaaya Woh Paavan Si,Mathura-Vrindavan Jaisi,&lt;br /&gt;Jiske Darshan Mein Ho Bhagwan ,&lt;br /&gt;Aisi Aur Kahaan Hai,Jaisi Meri Maa Hai....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If anyone has heard this, he would agree that it has been beautifully sung by Sagarika.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another two lines Doha on how Mothers know how there children is (by Nida Fazli saab again) says : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main Roya Pardes Mein,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bhiga Maa Ka Pyaar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dukh ne Dukh Se Baat Ki, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bin Chhiti Bin Taar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;One more similar short but great work of Nidaji says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghaas Pe khelta ek bachha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paas Maa Muskurati Hai, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mujhko Hairat hai Kyo Duniya, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaaba aur Somnath Jaati hai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-1167485938204244991?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/1167485938204244991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=1167485938204244991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/1167485938204244991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/1167485938204244991'/><link rel='alternate' 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Nida Fazli'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-8036139194118756075</id><published>2007-03-17T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T03:50:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite verses By Mariz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaje aa kem swarg ma gamtu nathi mane!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avya hase kadach e mari kabar sudhi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(why am i not liking to be in heaven today?&lt;br /&gt;I think she has visited my grave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man dukh thase jarama ke urmi pradhan chhu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tari Badhiye vaat mane janva na de. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Being sentimental my heart might get hurt,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please dont let me know all your secrets)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohabbat na dukh ni e antim had chhe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mane mari premad maa yaad avi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;( That was the end of the sorrow of love for me,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my kind mother.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghana varsh pachhi avya chho, eno e puravo chhe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je mehandi haath ane pag par hati te kesh par lagi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(You have come to me after years, has a proof, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Heena that i saw last in your hands, is now on your hairs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tode vade chhe koini diwangee upar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duniya ma lok keva milansaar hoi chhe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( See, everyone is mobbing for his madness (for you),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how Sociableare the people of this world? )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kalpana ma rakhde chhe jetli rekha roop ni,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jya karu chhu sangathit, tari chaabi thai jai chhe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(All the roaming lines of beauty in my mind,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i try to bring together, forms your picture).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duniya ma e ne sodh, itihaas ma na jo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;farta rahe chhe kaik paygambar kahya vina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(search him in the world and not in the history, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many paigambars are moving around (you)quietly )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vastuo bin jaroor ni sobhe chhe tari yaad ma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vyarth samay nu naam prem ma intezar chhe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(useless things looks beautiful remembering you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idle time in love is known as longing. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lambi chhe jindagi chhata tuki banine rahi gai,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be tran prasang ma ahi aakha jeevan no saar chhe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Life has been long still it has become a shorter (describe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The crux of my life lies in two or three incidences)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mujh par sitam kari gaya mari Gazal na sher, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaanchi ne rahe chhe e bija na khayal ma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The verses of my Gazal have been tormenting me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading it, she keeps on thinking about someone else)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rubaru ma eni same em jovayu nahi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jevi rite jovu chhu hu emni tasveer ne. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(In person, i could not look at her in that way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way in which i keep on looking at her picture)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daad no abhar kintu ek shikayat chhe mane,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mara dil ni vaat ne te shayari samji lidhi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Thanks afor the appreciation but i have one complain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you misunderstood the feelings of my heart as poetry).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Koik veda kaik muddat ne kashi mani nathi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;koi veda ek pad ne jindagi samji lidhi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(at times, i did not think anything about even a period of time ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at times i thought that single moment to be my life)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chhe ek mashkari eni, kuran hoi ke geeta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samay vachvano na de keetab aapi ne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(It is mockery of it, whether it be Qoran or Geeta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give the book and not the time to read )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ho gurjari ni oath ke urdu ni O mariz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gazalo fakat lakhay chhe dilni zaban ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Whether Mariz swears on it in Gujarti or Urdu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gazals are written only in the language of heart)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gagan ma aa jagah khali nathi ema lapaya chhe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chamakva ni raja madti nathi je aftabo ne. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(This space in the sky, is not empty but it has hid, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the suns who where not permitted to shine )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banavat roop ni pan roop no aadhar mange chhe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sughad ane swatchh kagad joi nakali gulab ne. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Imitation of beauty also asks for the base of beauty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;artificial roses also wants clean papers to make itself)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hasino ne mein hamesha joya chhe evi udasi thi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rasik je rite joya kare chhe monghi kitabo ne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I have always looked gloomily at beautiful females,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a way which Admirer looks at costly books)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-8036139194118756075?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/8036139194118756075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=8036139194118756075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/8036139194118756075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/8036139194118756075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-favourite-verses-by-mariz.html' title='My favourite verses By Mariz...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-4757363823281926472</id><published>2007-03-08T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:20:23.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maru Kavan.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kurbaan Umar na Ketlaye Yugo e pad upar,&lt;br /&gt;je Pad ma tamari haami, maru jeevan bani gayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That one moment of my life was worth ages of lives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment in which your affirmation became my life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chhe Ketlaye nava have sapna aa rah par,&lt;br /&gt;Je Rah par Maro saath, Taru Chayan bani gayu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There are many dreams on that path, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The path where my companionship became your choice.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gulab ane Mogra ne pan aavi irshya eni,&lt;br /&gt;Ke Bas Ek Phool thi maru chaman bani gayu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Roses and Jasmine also got jealous of the one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only one Flower that became my garden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sukh Hoi ke Dukh, have jeevan bhar no saath chhe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ichha Ghadpan na saath ni, Maru Yovan Bani gayu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We will be together whether it be happiness or sorrows,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wish of you being a companion of mine for the old age, became my Youth.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kehvani darek vaat ne, Sabdo no chhe abhav,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mari Chahat, Mara Aansoon, Maru Kavan Bani gayu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Not all that i want to say could be expressed in words, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love, my tears have become my poetry. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-4757363823281926472?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/4757363823281926472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=4757363823281926472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/4757363823281926472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/4757363823281926472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/03/maru-kavan.html' title='Maru Kavan.....'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827597627758334337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543739495156931071.post-8572242063661461292</id><published>2007-03-08T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:22:24.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujh Thi Nahi...(Not to Me) .... Gujarati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nani evi be papano ne, Bhedi na shakya suraj tana tej, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ke Jor Enu Sthan thi chhe, kad thi nahi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The bright Sun could not pierce the two eyelashes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As its' strength lied in place and not in size)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upar Javani aa hod ma, e na samajyo nani evi vaat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ke pooja Karm thi thai chhe, pad thi nahi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the race to go up in life, he never understood such a small thing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That one is praised for his deeds and not the post. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jagat no itihaas sikhavi gayo ke haiya hoi ke yudhh,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khumari thi j jitay chhe, mad thi nahi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(History of the world has taught whether it be hearts or wars, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could only won only by courage and not by pride)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mehfil thi bhagvu kai upay nathi, ke lagni dil ni, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijao thi chupavay chhe, khud thi nahi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Running away from celebrations is no solution, as the feelings of heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could be kept hidden from others not from One's own self)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maut sudhi tarasta rahya sambhadva emni e vaat, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je vaat mari kabar par kahi, mujh thi nahi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I longed to hear those words from her till the moment i died, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words that she told on my grave but never to me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8543739495156931071-8572242063661461292?l=jkpckavita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/feeds/8572242063661461292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8543739495156931071&amp;postID=8572242063661461292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/8572242063661461292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8543739495156931071/posts/default/8572242063661461292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkpckavita.blogspot.com/2007/03/mujh-thi-nahinot-to-me-gujarati.html' title='Mujh Thi Nahi...(Not to Me) .... 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