16 songs on KiKehnde
SONGS
Diljit Dosanjh ft. Sia, David Guetta
A girl compares her lover to Ranjha and confesses a lovesickness no healer can diagnose, while Sia echoes the longing across languages.
Diljit Dosanjh
Diljit calls her beauty a sin, a playful ode to a woman so stunning she rivals the legendary Heer.
A lovesick confession wrapped in Punjabi-Urdu poetry, where her face is daylight, her tresses are the night, and if his heart goes missing, she's the one he's blaming.
A rebel Jatt burns rubber across Punjab, chasing his girl with bass on blast and a legal rap sheet to match.
Diljit's pop love letter to a girl who's peaches and prayers, killer figure and deep-lake eyes, jean jackets with bangles, and a swagger that keeps breaking him.
His biggest concert anthem -- a declaration of unconditional love.
The world chases money, but this jatt was born to take over — and he'd rather lose with heart than win through trickery.
A swagger anthem with soul: the gabhru who speaks sweet even to enemies, sits among Bollywood's Khans as a sardar, and keeps his ego low while his wisdom stays high.
A missing person's notice for Love itself, filed by a poet who lost her at a fair and never stopped searching.
On the coldest night of the year, a boy still clutches her shawl to his chest.
A fierce jatt stands guard over his love, sword in hand and karha on wrist, daring anyone to come between them.
A truck driver falls for a spendthrift girl who bleeds him dry — from buying rani haars worth lakhs to eating roti on credit.
A smitten young man begs his bhabhi to find out who the red-clad girl at the village function was — the one who looked like a strawberry and danced till everyone else dropped.
The girl is a sealed bottle of liquor — intoxicating, brimming with youth, and maddeningly out of reach behind glass.
A young man's dying wish: don't mourn me — celebrate, sing Shiv Batalvi's poetry, recite Heer, and lay a young woman's chunni on my body.
A modern-day Ranjha tells his love story from Takht Hazara — she made him wear the jogi's earrings, sang along to his flute, and he can't call her poison when she was truly a packet of sugar.