Pattni Connection
Encouraging Pattni Poets to open their hearts. Stand up and be counted - Blow your Trumpet!!
Sonida
Girish Sagar (Mr President)
Ame rahiya sonida na sonida
TV lidhu ame onida
Prasang ma pahonche jyare puri thai jai dish
Picture nu to kadi, trailer pan no kariye miss
Vadhe umar, vadhe bhada, vadhe monghwari ne vasti
Majuri kadi no vadhi, a rahi sasti ni sasti
Desh ma amari moti sanstha, mahanubhavothi shobhti
Haju pag bhar thai nathi, kayam pardesh upar nabhati
Aavi ek wadi ma, patharati ek chadar
Varsho ti a thoi nathi, thai kharjvu ne thaathar
Garv che ek vaat no, jema gnatinu oonchu naam
Alag che ame sauu thi, amara ma dahej nu nathi naam
(dahej means dowry)
Beauty of Life
SILENT
Silent hope, silent dream,
Is all that it could ever be.
Silent hope that one day would be mine,
Silent dream that you would be mine.
Shed many tears all in vain,
For nothing could ever be changed.
Silent they were, silent they would be,
Silent they were made to be,
Silent they were meant to be.
ISN"T IT STRANGE:
Parshotam Rajesh
Durban, S. Africa
Isn't it strange how R200 (South African currency)
seems like such a large
amount when you donate it to temple,
but such a small amount
when you go shopping?
Isn't it strange how 2 hours
seem so long when
you're at the temple,
and how short they seem when you're
watching a good movie?
Isn't it strange that you can't
find a word to say when
you're praying,
but you have no trouble
thinking what to talk about
with a friend?
Isn't it strange how difficult
and boring it is to read
one chapter of the Chandi part,
but how easy it is to
read 100 pages of a popular novel?
Isn't it strange how everyone
wants front-row-tickets
to concerts or games,
but they do whatever
is possible to sit at the last
row or at the back of the temple room?
Isn't it strange how we need to
know about an event for
temple 2-3 weeks before the day
so we can include it in our agenda,
but we can adjust it for other events
in the last minute?
Isn't it strange how difficult it
is to learn a fact about
God to share it with others,
but how easy it is to learn,
understand, extend and repeat gossip?
Isn't it strange how we
believe everything
that magazines and newspapers
say, but we question the words in the
Bhagavatam and other scriptures?
Isn't it strange how everyone
wants a place in the spiritual world,
but they don't want to believe,
do, or say anything to get there?
IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT?
Now that you've read this message,
I wonder what you would do...
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CHAHAT
Vinod H Sagar -
Tum ko chaahte huve bhi bhool jana achha laga
Aansoon ko chupa kar muskurana achha laga....
Tum ajnabi na thi mere liye mager apna jaan kar achha laga
Pehchaan to ek pal ki thi, magar sadiyon se jaan kar achha laga
Khwaabon main, yaadon mein tum the magar tum ko bhulana achha laga
Meri rooh ka ek hissa ho magar khud se juda karna achha laga
Meri zindagi ka sarmaya tha, mager tum ko lutana achha laga
Mere armaanon ka sawan tha, magar tum ko barsana acha laga
Meri khushiyon ka jahan tha, magar tum ko mitana achha laga
Khud ko bhool jana aur tum ko yaad karna achha laga
Sab khwaahishon ko mitana, sirf tumhe pana achha laga
Logon ke kehney main aana aur sab kuch bhulana bolo kise achha laga?
Yehi to rasm-e-duniya hai, isay nibhana achha laga.
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Kal Ho Na Ho…
Vinod H. Sagar
Hum Rahe Ya Na Rahe…
Aapke dil mein sada rahenge.
Kal Ho Na Ho…
Magar hamari yaad sada rahengi.
Itna sukun lekar jaaunga ki…
Hamare jaane ke baad mehfilon me,
Hamari kami mehsus zaroor hogi.
Phoolon ki tarah jiye hai hum,
Mehek chhod kar jaaunga.
Kashish itni chhod jaaunga ki…
Sabko rota hua chhod kar,
Hasta hua jaaunga.
Khali haath aaya tha,
Magar mohabbat duniya bhar ki le jaaunga.
Bandagi aur ibadat Khud a ki kee hai,
Pyaar aap sabka ka lekar jaaunga.
Na rona kabhi hamari yaad mein
Sitara ban ke aasman se dekh liya karunga.
Bana kar aashiyana aapke dilon mein,
Khuda ke paas rehne chala jaaunga.
For My Best Friend - Vinod H Sagar –
This is for you, my best friend,
the one person I can tell my soul too
Who can relate to me like no other
Who I can laugh with to no extents,
Who I can cry too when times are tough,
Who can help me with the problems of my life.
Never have you turned your back on me
Or told me I wasn’t good enough
Or let me down
I don't think you know what that means to me
You have gone through so much pain
and you still have time for me.
And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying
And I look up too you because you are strong,
and caring and beautiful.
Even though you don't think you are.
And I hope you know that I am always here
To listen to you laugh and cry and help
In all the ways that I can
And I will try to be at least half the friend you are To me.
I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, without you.
My best friend.
Special friends see heart to heart even when they don’t see eye to eye
YOU are indeed Special for me because I always see you in my heart.
Kisi ko dil to kisi ko deedar mile,
Kisi ko phul to kisi ko phul haar mile,
Kisi ko khushi to kisi ko pyar mile,
Par har janam mein mujhe tera jaisa yaar mile.
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Duniyaa
Haresh V Dhakan -
Kitne roz kaate intazaar mein
Phir bhi dil ko ab chein nahi
Rang hai zindagi ke alag-alag
Jitni aarzoo ho, utni rangat milti nahi
Chaahe din ho yaa raat ab aaina bhi
Shakl aslee dikhaata nahi
Kyaa huwa kaise huwa kab huwa
Sirf mile ek hi jawaab kuchh nahi koi nahi
Ek baar aakar dekho is jahaan mein
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He who gives life to a garden,
He who love not only His trees,
but its shadows
Hope one day, when tired of life
shelter them under its shadows
Oh, the earth pines, The sky rains down
tends each flower His own
waters each leaf His own
With fragrance of each season.
The season comes and goes
The gardener nurtures His garden,
He who brings the spring of hopes
Seasons turn, desires extinguished
Moments of separation pass.
Once again,
The gardener adorns His scattered dreams...
The gardener is God...
Ones in whose hearts
There isn't slightest concern for parents
The gardener looks with tear-filled eyes...
The gardener is God...
Ones who spread fire of grief?
Oh colorful life, sand has begun to fly.
The garden have gone barren.
He wonders what He has reaped,
What has been scythed away...
The gardener is God...
Blew His breaths in all flowers,
In whose seeds was the setting of His evening.
He wants His blossoms to smile forever...
He unceasingly tends and waters each leaf.
The gardener is God...
Beyond any doubts… Of course.
The gardener is God…