The Original Poetry and Short Stories of SPN Authors

This poetry is all about my girlfriend...

However keep in mind when I wrote this, i was not a Gursikh.



The Second Guru
By: *me* (note: edited for online use, all it;s right still belong to me, but i do not wish to disclose my name)



Chapter One

Homage to the Guru,
Tamer of beings.
Set us on the right
path
and lead us
to
moksha
beyond
dualisms.

- 1 -

The first meeting
was like a spark
I stomped it
out
with
My own dark mind.
Love was lost.

- 2 -
Foolish decisions
made
That only hurt you
without change
the natural process
I would
not of
loved
you like
I do now.

- 3 -
With trust
comes total surrender
I give
myself
to you.
I will be gentle,
to you.
Please, treat me well.

- 4 -
There is no other
Love or obsession
in my life
then you.
I entrust myself to you.

- 5 -
When opposites meet
The pure always
Wash away the stains of
mind
My love, make me pure,
like you.


- 6 -
Each day passes
Your purity, love,
Compassion, and
Wisdom rub off on
me.
When two cloths
Look identical
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One was pure
One was stained
You, my love
Took away my stains.
We are one, now,
Forever.


- 7 -
I have become
just like you.
We are one cloth.
Just two different sides.
Different expressions
of one united soul.


- 8 -
Like the Heruka's
Three faces
We are
2 beings
That appear
seperate
In mind
and
soul
we
are
O N E.

- 9 -
Having met
The love of my
life
Is the blessings of
All the Buddhas.
Be my Mandarava.
I
will
never
leave
you.

- 10 -
Even if seperate
in body
I still miss you.
I begin to
journey
inside.
There, I see, you
never left.

- 11 -
You are
the
only thing
present

- 12 -
Everything else
without
your love
is
useless
to me.
You are my second guru.
For everything to be
learned
is learned in
l o v e.

- 13 -
Seeing you is like
Seeing an embodiemnt
of all that
is wished for.
All I need is you.

- 14 -
Even if you were
to hate me
Any attention from you
is a rain of
Heavenly flowers,
Delightful to anyone.

- 15 -
Will you
be there
for
Love me
me
think of me,
Even that
is a cause
for bliss
Like Indra's bow.

- 16 -
My love for
you
will always
be an all engulfing
flame.
burning away all
my imperfections.
Until only you, and
The first Guru
remain.

- 17 -
Every day
I pick up
The pen that
sheds away
all hate.
I write on
The paper of pure love.
So all can see
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The radiating
warmth of
our
true love.

- 18 -
It is always
the small
things that
capture
a heart
in love
Second Guru,
I pray,
Shower me,
with your un-ending
love and
concern.

- 19 -
Before entering the
temple
I wash my hands,
And there I see
you.
I wash my face,
reminding
myself
We are of one face
inside.
I wash my feet,
and my sins
are cleansed
by your love.

- 20 -
With time
basking
in our love
I lose
myself
and see our
one
face
You
never
left
me.


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Wah jee Wah
Wah re Wah

there has to be more from you, Sherab
your verses hit me like strings of Rebab

I wished that the moment lasts to eternity
bathing in the bliss with words of certainty

what a surprise this is from you jee, aad0002
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your presence has been missed by this soul 2

Welcome, brothers and sisters on this journey
to feel, rejoice and partake the milk and honey

-begum

Let us all chant the Naam
Let us hit the strings of the unstruck Shabad

Let us sing songs of praises
and that of lament
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All while remembering Akal.

Any bliss or pain
We have is his Hukam
What more is there
for us to do?

Keep Anand,
Keep pain,
Let go of Anand,
Let go of Pain
All is his Hukam.

Love between two
Mortal or immortal
Is the true Anand.

Regrets.... I Have Many


Life in leafy Edgbaston was cosy, routine and without much bother,

Mummy and daddy where professional middle class,
I was at college study for my A levels,
I was shy and obedient but I wasn't content,
I longed for excitement,
I wanted to live the world,
I wanted to be as bold as brass and that was my intent.
At college one day, a lad approached me, as he towards me,

I could see from afar around his neck, he wore the moon and stars around his neck.
He was very persistent and sweet,
Told me I was beautiful from my head down to my feet.
In my innocence by this tender words I was fooled,
This Muslim boy loved me.
And the love for my own family cooled.

My stupidity lead me to follow western trends,
I allowed him to become my boyfriend,
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He had me under his hypnotic spell,
What I was going to do next nobody could tell,
I moved from Edgbaston to Sparkbrook.
I longed to be with my one and only Farooq.
My life was to change completely,
Long gone where the afternoon tea parties with the ladies,
Long gone where my Mummy's BMW and Daddy's Mercedes,

I was soon getting on and off buses and trams,
As I struggled with a variety of prams,
I was his sweetheart no more,
Instead I had become his common *****.
From Edgbaston to Sparkbrook and then to living hell
That is Pakistan,
A distant memory now, but please believe me,
I had once stood shoulder to shoulder with my dear dad
and demanded khalistan.
Oh God
What have I done?

What has happened to me?
What have I become?
As I lay awake at night
There is nobody to even hear me cry,
My thoughts are unanswered, questions are my only escape,
Somebody, anybody! Please tell me?

Will I ever stand in the warmth of my kitchen again?
Will I ever feel the hug of dear Daddy's strong arms?
Will my brothers ever fight and play and argue with me again?
Will I be there when my Mummy and Daddy grow old?
When my brother gets married will I be there to put the kalgi on his pagh?
Will I ever again experience the sweet nectar that is Gurbani?
Will I ever share langar again?
Now there are no answers, only questions.

I have sown the seed of my own despair,
My life is in ruins, which nobody can repair,
My innocence, foolishness, kismet on me all have cheated,
I desperately want my previous boring life,
But I fear I am living in false hope,
In my heart of hearts I know that can never be repeated.
As I write these word in the unforgiving Pakistani heat,
Streams of sweat and tears run down my face,
I realise for me it is now too late,
Life has dealt me a cruel fate,
My living hell on my own I have to endure,
But I plead with my Sikh sisters that you make sure
Don't be fooled by his looks and false allure.

Stay in the warmth of Sikh religion,
Maintain your family values,
Enjoy its rich culture, but unlike me don't abuse its social freedom,
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Ignore my advice at your peril,
But I beg you to take, a good long hard look at me,
A pitiful shambles I'm sure you will agree,
Happiness or even hope, I haven't any,

But regrets.............
I have many.

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Some say You are the writer, whose letters are Creation;
Some call You watchmaker, a genius looking on;
Some say You have this name or that name or the name they cannot speak.
Some say Father, King, Mother, Queen, Sun, Secret, Light, Merciful Judge, Humble Ruler.
You are all that and more.

Some saw You here, and some elsewhere, and others long ago; some, just the other day.
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Some say You came to save, some to demand allegiance, some to select the worthy.
Some heard You on Your mountain, some in Your sea; some in an old man, some in a child.
Some travelled miles to meet You, some just turned around and there You were.
You do all this and more.

How can the mind take You all in?
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Is there anywhere You have not been, and are not now?
What would be the good of figuring You out,
When I could be serving You right now?
Since You are here I can praise You any time!
You explain what can be understood, to any who listen.
You hear everything wherever it is spoken,
You know every thought we have about You.

Some call You in the depth of night, when fear surrounds them;
Some sing Your praises in the light, in ecstasy;
Some part of You is all our illusion-blinded minds can grasp.
Some effort to love and serve You is all that You demand.
You are more than any praise and love and service can ever match, but
I will give you all I can, Amazing Guru!

- by Joey

beautiful aad ji


jit mein main hai
tis mein "tu" naahi
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Main ko main samjhoon
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tumko dekh na pavoon
jangal dhoondoon
ulta latkooon
karoon saadhnaa roz roz
tune banaya aisa putla
khud hi sochun, khud hi bhooloon
main ko main hi samajhna chahoon
main ko main hi rokna chahoon
tumko abtak janoon na
tune banaya aisa putla

Daily, I am developing a greater peace with myself, this has grown largly due to being more comfortable with my spiritual faith.


Constant Spiritual Companion

Journey ~~~~~

I move just around the corner,
Seeking the truth, trusting my senses,
Seeing beyond what i see today.

Gentle strings, invisible but firm, tug me,
My anticipation grows as i step around,
Only to find that i have another turn in the way.

CLONING AND FAITH By Ekta Kaur Kalra
Cloning designs nothing
Beyond the command of God,
There is every inch of reason
To continue the faith in Lord.

Why should there be a need
To explain the power of God?
Whose creation can create a human
How great will be that Lord.

The birth of light from Sun
The science of light on earth
The creation of man by God
The science of clone on earth.

All that takes place
Within the boundaries of world
Is either direct by the Lord
Or by some chosen means by God.

One such medium of creation
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Has been designed as human
One such supreme creation
Is designed first by Lord.

Praise the King of world
And praise his creation too
How intense is the reason now to believe
Lord who bestows power to create to you too.

Nothing is beyond His control
Nothing takes without His will
All glory falls to Him
Who created the ones who can create.
***

Live a life
Only if you can strive
Not for the good of self
But for the self to be good.
* * * * *

A moment’s joy
An age’s despair
Life your ways
Are unfair.
* * * * *

In the difference
Between fair and material
Swings the human mind and soul,
Fate plays a game
And swing breaks
Man falls to breathe
Material world in grief.
****

With bright sunshine
When good time arrives
Ordinary smiles.
* * * * *

They rejoice on gain of loaf
They share pleasure of their own
Innocent, they believe
Just though it is
Life needs meal
Air to breathe
Love to share
Hope to dream.
* * * * *
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You love and you realize
Sorrows are no surprise.
* * * * *

Life serves no roof
Many in search of secure death.
* * * * *