Some really sensible Punjabi poems which I wish could be understood by others. You can find them a bit modified from source for better reading -

Je dinda na akkhian rab sanu
Das kidda tera deedar karde
Akkhan milian taan mileya tu sanu
Das kidda na tenu pyar karde
Har mod te pain bhulekhe tere
Das kithe ruk ke tera intzar karde
Je milda sajna tu har ik janam vich
Tenu kabul asi har bar karde
Ik tere nal zindgi hun sadi
Asi pyar nahi bar bar karde!

(via)

Kadi apni hasi utte v aunda gussa
Kadi jag nu hasaun nu ji karda
Kadi ronda nai dil kise di maut utte
Kade aive hi roun nu ji karda
Kadi ajnabi da saath v lagda changa
Kadi apne v lagde begane jehe
Kadi mangda dil ik hor zindagi
Kadi eh mitaun nu ji karda

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As sent by Anish -

A touchy Hindi poem…

Ek pyaar se bhara dil tha
jiske armaano ko palko par sajaya karti thi……
ek masoom si ladki thi…….
mohabbat ke khwaab dekha karti thi……..

Ek chehra banakar khayalon mein
phir us chehre ko bheed mein dhoonda karti thi….
kaisi paagal ladki thi
ek khayal ko dhunda karti thi……..

Aksar banati ret ke mehal saahilon par
phir un mehalon mein ghar apna basaya karti thi…….
kaisi naadan ladki thi……
saahil ki mitti se ghar banaya karti thi……..

Kai baar dekha use phulon se baatein karte
kuch keh kar unke kaano mein
khud hi sharmaaya karti thi..
kaisi ek ladki thi…
phulon se bhi sharmaaya karti thi…..

Likh kar hatheli par koi naam hamesha
phir us naam ko mitaya karti thi
shayad naasamajh hi thi
dil par likha tha jo,
use haathon se mitaya karti thi………

Jaane kahan kho gayi wo
abto aksar aaine mein dhunda karti hun……
wo ladki jo aaina dekh
bewajaah muskuraya karti thi…..
banakar ajeeb se chehre
sabko hasaya karti thi……..
badi ajeeb ladki thi……..
har kisi ko sataya karti thi……..

Mohabbat ne hi tod diye
uske sab armaan
jinhe wo bade pyaar se
palkon pe sajaya karti thi…….
shayad duniya bhi bhool jaye usse
par waqt na bhula payeega……
ki ek masoom si ladki thi…
khawaabon ke seher mein raha karti thi………..!!!!!!!!!!!!

(source)

The original version of poem, I once wrote about -

Kaum ke khadim ki hai jageer Vande Mataram

Mulk ke hai vaaste akseem Vande Mataram

 

Zalimon ko hai udhar bandook apni par garoor

Hai idhar hum bekson ka teer Vande Mataram

 

Katl kar hum ko na katil tu hamare khoon se

Teg par ho jayega tehreer Vande Mataram

 

Fikr kya jallad ne gar katl kar bandhi kamar

Rok dega zor se shamsheer Vande Mataram

 

Zulm se gar kar diya khamosh mujhko dekhna

Bol Utthegi meri tasveer Vande Mataram

 

Sarzami England ki hil jayegi do roz mein

Gar dikhayegi kabhi taaseer Vande Mataram

 

Santri bhi muztarib hain jab ki har jhankar se

Bolti hai jail mein zanzeer Vande Mataram

- Vishvnath Sharma

(During my visit to War Memorial Museum, Red Fort)

Here is from original post and the one I used to whistle -

Chheen sakti hai nahin sarkar Vande Mataram
Ham garibon ke gale ka har Vande Mataram.

Sar chadon ke sar me chakkar, uss samay aate zaroor
Kaanon mein pahunchi jahan, jhankar ‘Vande Matarm’

Jail mein chakki ghaseete, bhooka se veh mar raha
Phir bhi veh keh raha, bezar Vande Mataram

Maut ke munh mein veh khada, keh raha jallad se
Ghomp do seene mein, talvar Vande Mataram

Doctron ne nabz dekhi, sir hila kar keh diya
Isse to ho gaya hai, Aazar Vande Mataram

Eid Holi aur, Shubh Raat se bhi sau guna
Hai hamara ladala, tyohar Vande Mataram

Zalimon Ka Zulm to, Kafoor sa ud jayega
Faisla hoga, sare darbar Vande Mataram

Chheen sakti hai nahin sarkar Vande Mataram
Ham garibon ke gale ka har Vande Mataram…

It comes at night when no one is watching.
It comes so soft, that it barely has a feeling.
When it comes, your heart is at ease.
And the only thing that is on your mind, is
Now the agony can finally…Leave

As you gaze into the emptiness that fills the air.
A Droplet tends to fall.
While your memory races back to the time
When you thought you had it all.

He is very loving person. I like his attitude towards life but not towards the people because he makes lot of mistakes while judging people. Anyway, I was lucky to be liked by him . And when he gets angry, he is just irresistible and I have always been asking him to control it and save it for those moments where you will really need it. He is very dear person but he has a very bad habit of forgetting events – very much like me…but then you are supposed to remember some very special happenings which he doesn’t remember and that’s why sometimes…he has to make remember them. Still, he is a very nice person.

Here is the latest poem that he wrote straight from his heart  – a rare poem in Hindi by him.

Aaj fir….

 

 

Jee rahe the hum , na koi kasak na gum ka aabhas tha..
Dil mein ek umang, ek sampoornata ka pravaaas tha…
Fir na jaane kaise , kisi ne mujhe jhakjhor diya aaj fir mujhko mere dil ne mazboor kiya!!

 

kashmakash mein hoon ki yeh kaisi tapish hai..
kuch beete hue lamhon ki yeh kaisi kashish hai…
un haseen yaadon ne mere mann ko marod diya….
aaj fir mujhko mere dil ne mazboor kiya !!

 

chahta hoon mein uski khushi mein gungunaun…
lekin mere mann ki vyatha main kaise bataun…
na jaane kab, kaise, kismat ne woh mod liya…
aaj fir mujhko mere dil ne mazboor kiya !!

 

aisa nahin ki humein apnon se koi shikayat hai…
jo aaj mere sang hai, yeh kismat ki hi inayat hai…
fir bhi jaise purane jakhmon ko kisi ne kured diya..
aaj fir mujhko mere dil ne mazboor kiya !!

 

Dil mein yeh jo toofan hai , woh tham jayega…
aur yeh bhi jaanta hoon ki yeh mayoosi ka pal gujar jayega…
fir bhi meri aankhon ko kisi ne sarabor kiya..
aaj fir mujhko mere dil ne mazboor kiya !!

 

Dosh mera hi hai ki maine khud ko itna kamzor kiya…
aaj fir mujhko mere dil ne mazboor kiya !!
aaj fir mujhko mere dil ne mazboor kiya !!

I think I can guess that one but then I know, you can always control yourself

Thank you, Pavan. I liked this poem very much like your all other poems.

Wishing you best at the dawn of new life.

You were and will always be somewhere in my heart as a great friend.