Poetry Corner

Astroboy · #55 (**permalink**) 02-Aug-2008, 20:31 PM

Truth is not always sweet, because it is also bitter.
Truth can be a haunting experience which develops curiosity like it did to Prince Siddharta Gautama.

YouTube - Siddhartha Trailer

YouTube - Siddhartha Trailer

Narayanjot Kaur · #56 (**permalink**) 02-Aug-2008, 21:11 PM

NamJapji

I hope this video clip stirs some good conversation and replies in kind by poetry and by related video. Very moving.

pk70 · #57 (**permalink**) 06-Aug-2008, 03:52 AM

HERE IS FROM ME TO AAD JI, NAMJAP JI, AMARSANGHERA Ji ( And my dear respected spiritual FRIEND)

Diamond on the leaves

In a virgin morning
Light bright rays caress the leave of plants
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Turning drops of dew into sparkling diamonds
Amazingly attractive soothing my eyes in amazement
Then quietness goes under attack of unwanted noise
A weak freeze starts and I see swinging plants
The diamonds fall down in their originality
Eyes in wonder couldn’t believe the end of the beauty
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Isn’t the same path we all heading to?
They gave pleasure to my inquisitive eyes for a while
Left me wondering what do we have to offer?

GSINGH

Astroboy · #58 (**permalink**) 29-Dec-2008, 14:14 PM

One Love

by Jennifer R. Dunn

One Love, so pure, so sweet
Your distance draws me near
Your love, so tempting
Your presence surrounds me
I cannot breathe
Fear grips me
Is this true love?
My heart beats fast, I think of you
Beautiful, warm, innocent
Coincidence, fate and destiny
Soulmates or strangers in love?
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I sense a higher power
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Faith and hope wanders in my conscience
Honest love, raw emotions
Seem so clear, yet hard to believe
When will this journey end or
Is this the beginning of the most wonderful love story?
Time will tell

Aman Singh · #59 (**permalink**) 26-Aug-2009, 04:34 AM

Two Perspectives of the Same Coin - by an unknown poet

Har Gal do passe de hondee hai
Assi ik passa sun bende haan
te duje nu bhul jaane haan

|| Every talk (conversation we have) has two sides to it
We end up listening to one and
Overlook the other side ... ||

Gal koi kissa kahaani nai
har gal zindagi wich shamil hai
Assi ik passa sun bende haan
te duje nu bhul jaande haan

|| This little talk is not just a Story or a Fable
It is a piece of our lives.
We end up listening to one perspective and
Overlook the other side .. ||
Gal gallan wichon bandi hai
te gallan wich aa mukdee hai
koi uche gal kar benda hai te
koi bolno reh jaanda hai

|| A little talk comes out of a Bigger pool of words
and ends up just being a part of that Bigger pool of words
Sometimes some people end up saying their words out aloud
and some people miss the chance to say anything ||

har Gal do passe de hondee hai
Assi ik passa sun bende haan
te duje nu bhul jaane haan

|| Every little talk (conversation we have) has two sides to it
We end up listening to one and
Overlook the other side ..||

Sochan dee wee kee gal hai
assi kee kee galan sochde haan
kadi soch di gal karde haan
te kadi gal di sochan karde haan

|| Thinking about words (conversations) or thoughts is amazing
and that we think of words or conversations of endless meaning
that sometimes we talk about the thought itself
and then sometimes we think about the words we have uttered ||

Kadi galan karr karr ronde haan
kaddi ron diyan galan karde haan
fer rondiyan en galan nu
zindagi wich shamil karr lende haan

|| Sometimes we cry while saying those words and
sometimes we talk to make us or others cry
then these little conversations of sadness
become a part our lives forever||

Teri gal , meri gal, sadhee gal
ohna di gal, sab di gal
is gal wich izhaar wee hai te
kisse gal wich inkaar wee hai
kadi gal wich pyaar wee hai
te kadi is gal wich talwar wee hai

|| your words, My words, our words,
their words, Everybody’s words
These words have acceptance in em
and some of these words have denial
some times they have love in them
and sometimes they are a trial (literally means .. they are like swords)||
Kuch galan sach wee ne
te kuch galan hore wee ne
kuch galan wich zore wee hai
te kuch galan kamzore wee ne

||Some of these words are true
And some are otherwise
Some have real power in them
Some of them are so weak||

galan da yaaron kee hai eh galan te kadi mukdeyan nai
mukna te asee te tussi ne hai
galan ethae reh jaandeyan ne

||What is about these little words that we say
these words are not going to die or end
only you and I will die out
these words will still be here in this world||

Shayad assi en galan wich
aapna aap nu labde haan
Us laban di koshish wich
kayien galan hore karr jande haan

|| Perhaps in these words
we are trying to find ourselves
And during this search of ours
we end up doing or saying more words which can affect others in many ways||

Fer kyun eh gala teeran waang
aa aa Seene wich wadjeyan ne
fer kyun sadhe dil dimmag utte
eh khoon khraba kardiyan ne

|| Then Why sometimes these Arrows of words
can come and pierce our hearts
and why on our thoughts and emotions
these words can have a bloodshed||

Shayad in hee galan wich asee
Insaan nu labde firde haan
Shayad assi en galan wich
Rabb nu labde firde haan
Us talaash de ik junoon wich
ik gal asee bhul jaande haan

|| Perhaps in these words
we are trying to find the human or humanity
|| Perhaps in these words
we are trying to find the God
During this passionate struggle
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we end up forgetting a important fact..that ||

ke har Gal do passe de hondee hai
Assi ik passa sun bende haan
te duje nu bhul jaande haan
Te duje nu BHul Jaande haan

|| Every little talk(conversation we have) has two sides to it
We end up listening to one and
Forget the other side .. ||
And Overlook the other side .. ||

Archived_Member5 · #60 (**permalink**) 26-Aug-2009, 16:13 PM

The dual perspective comes only, my dear, from the dual minded
The tTuth, The whole Truth and nothing but the Truth
Leaves no room for duplicitous duality or double edged swords

What are words, Mere Pyaare, they fall from mouths of babbling brooks
Mistook for offensives when only intended to release thoughts within
Fear, hate, ignorance and suffering in our thoughts manifest as demons.

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Look both ways before we embark, to cross the way to the other side
Dashing traffic flows in both directions, inflections in speech beseeching
What do you hear, could you speak aloud what is contained within your heart.

We feel, My dearest, and we sense emotions so tense, suspended in Amrit of a celestial brew
What are diamonds but glistening stones, fossilised, clarified coals, of an ancient era
Encompassed and enslaved to the wearers paradigm, as powerful as the hearts endeavour.

Words, Meri Jaan, to the eloquent a shaan, gumnaam, and the tormented as accursed chattering
Incessant and unceasing, without releasing the pain seeking escape from within
You hear, and at times listen, smarting from the bitterness and I know I offend.

I read the Guru Granth sahib to give life to my Soul, how could I improve what is writ
The Guru, The Great Lord, suffered too what we abhor, and ignored, posthumously exhumed and lauded.
His words are as breath to our living Spirit, could we bear the weak seeking to malign.

Stretch forth my hands to clasp my own chest and find it beats to the tune of your Sangeet
There is no absolution isn Truth, they guffawed, I disagree and prove I am right in this regard
Yet wrong for those marketers of words weaved as magikery by thieves of a Truth plundered.

Jaaneman, Jaane Jahaan, Jaane Jigar, Jaanki Ji, cast asunder your troubles or your ego shed
Are two manners of speech of a single intent, graciously intended or salaciously rendered
Apply a little sweetness for it wounds, My Dear, when your brandished sword, gains foes applaud.

If life were peace, and the Soul at ease what use would we of muttering and speech, in silence would dwell
In blissful contemplation of the Lords invocation, we listen and hear, in silence adore, encore, he said
In peace love flows freely, and silence enchanted, what use for words when the Spirit doth speak.

I do not write poetry here, having read much poetry, I do not think any could better the Poetry of our Guru’s.

Archived_Member5 · #61 (**permalink**) 26-Aug-2009, 16:35 PM

Amritsar - 1984 The mourning awaiting a dawn...

War and battle, nation versus land and brother against man, how they fight
It haunts, the weeping of widows of the sleeping in deathless slumber, the walking dead
Faces once radiant, beautiful and fair, now darkened with sorrow ,trapped in their caves of pain.

Twenty five years later, of a battle long forgotten, It was I who was slumbering as my people were slaughtered
In a nation loved as my own. Tortured souls, none listens they tell in broken voices tales of woe too pained to bear
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Fathers, Sons, Brothers and Husbands beaten, battered and burnt alive before their eyes, Dear God what is this.

Raising their little ones in ghettos and slums, where no one dare ask if they are well, fearing the tears that swell, tales to tell.
From eyes long dead, unseeing and haunted, with visions of such horror, and a pain few have courage to hear
Heart breaks and it aches, is it not forsaking, to cover our ears than confront abject fears, of ghosts wandering, ghostly.

They dare not break, on camera, aggrieved, forsaken and tell of their misery, in poverty looted of all they held dear
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The forgotten ones of the absent Sun, set in their world for gain glory’s for others, of a modern interest
How do we live, or rest, when confessed the wailing of a legacy as enslaved as its Land, a heritage, God no!

The forgotten ones, not worthy of attention, no consumerist circumvention or social value at all, appal
Feel my pain, as it bleeds, He said, heart wounded and broken, as our own dejection is echoed far away in other places
Life is dire, look to the less fortunate, than the better than I’s, Edlers say, but how Father, I have not the strength.

Fear the might of a tyrant masqueraded as a government as others as crooked, relied upon sins for their own transgressions.
They come in the night, loot, pillage and fright, and neither God, Lord or saviour in sight, they said
How do we live, breathe, for tears once wept copiously for holocaust victims, at a time our lights were silently extinguished.

Extremist they said, as they stole and they bled, each soul that dared question their savage brutality, inexcusable
In lands of the free, and plenty what bloodlust for the lives, sweat and tears of the hungry and poor, of foreign alien ones.
Feel Gods Pain, as the rich feast on souls kept impoverished, still lamenting, whilst anguished beings exists in haunted caves, forgiving...

A paryer for the survivors of the 1984 holocaust - May their days be blessed with Peace, Prosperity and Much Love.
Temporarily exorcised for your bold exclusion, Waheguru Di Mehr..

Archived_Member5 · #62 (**permalink**) 26-Aug-2009, 20:24 PM

YouTube - Message to God: Words of a Guru - Amazing Must Watch!

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The Brahm Giaani and His Children of Light.

Little ones of innocence led by guidance of Guru’s

Blessed blessed blessed be the place where you dwell

Lines with trees of fragrant trees and flowers of many colours

The streets whereupon you tread, abide and pass by.

Pavitar Puran Patti Parmeshwar keep you in peace and sensibility

As token of the laud and honour you bestow upon your Father

In hour of need, in times if silent pleading, may the Spirit guide you

Take your hand and lead the way, as Light, as Love as Liberty.

May want near not your beings, nor sin ever cast its shadow near

May your lamps be blessed with oil, your cup to the ambrosia of contentment

Where so your gaze wander, you find The Parental Lords loving glance

Smiling in kindness upon you, in wonder, in awe, at his reflections

Good times come, and bad days set in promise of brighter morns

Understanding affords balance, gentility gives grace, compassion kindness

Little Lights of The Lords creating in times of darkness, be as candles

As Steady Lamps to Light the path of others, Gods and Angels alike.

By the grace of his creation the Lord rests peacefully, in their woe, suffers

The pangs of their helplessness in ages when power wanes and faith fades

Be as guiding lamps of benefaction to others as Gods guardians entrusted

Rich in spirit, in proliferating peace, in peace and love abide, as Lords immortal

Mothers, Sisters, Wives and Daughters are as upholders of their kith and kin

In sobriety and sense, by grace recompensed, let virtue be its own reward

The rich in faith become strong in spirit, created from the greater kiln

Lighthouses for lost ships in stormy oceans, set sail and homeward bound.

Father, Lord, Supreme Creator is as Great as his children’s fidelity and faith

In dedicated devotion directed in peace and steadfastness, by the same measure

Is gained from above and within what we pour forth from mind and deed

In deed and mind be as Fortresses, Temples of his Pure Virtue and Wisdom.

Rich in Spirit, Rich in Sense, Rich in The Lords benefaction...

harbansj24 · #63 (**permalink**) 26-Aug-2009, 23:57 PM

This poem is one of the better known of Bhai Vir Singh ji.
It is presumed that he is describing a dream in which he saw Guru Gobind Singh ji.

You can appreciate the sublime and eloquentness of the poem:

Supne vich tusi mile asanu
Asa ja galvkri pai
Nira nur tusi hath na ae
Sadi kambdi rahi kalai

Ja charana te shish nivaia
Sade mathe choh na pai

Tusi uche asi nive sa
Sadi pesh na gaya kai

Fir lar farne nu uth dure
Par lar oh bijli lehira

Ud da janda par oh apni
Chuh sanu giya lai

Mitti chamek pai eh moi
Te tusi luha vich lishke
Bijli kund gayi thrrandi
Hun chakachund he chai..

The translation as given by Bhai Vir Singh Sahitya Sadan, New Delhi is as follows:

You came to me at last in my dream:
Gasping, I struggled, trying to enclose you in my arms.
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Ah, but your effulgent self slipped, gliding from my grasp,
Leaving my arms the poorer, streched out and trembling.

I bent my head that it might touch your feet;
Your touch eluded me still.
Abased as I was, how could my fumbling hands,

attain to your exalted self,
Helpless in the uttermost in reaching out to you?
Then I rushed up to touch your waving scarf;
This too, like a lightning - flash, evaded me,
Swift in its swirling -
One touch, one faint and momentry touch,
Blessed my being
And in this blessedness
A spirit filled my lifeless clay,
Brightness burst out at every pore:
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It was all in a flash, a trembling iinstant,
My eyes were left dazed by the blinding brilliance.