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Riding high on the limpid waves Rising high on the shimmering presence Blue waters of white marbled chequers For the eternal hymns of wayward heart The golden domes invoking a saffron path. Novices of thoughts and sunshine abiding The golden swarms of vibratory atoms The hush of pilgrims on the...

Daljeet sat on the bed and reflected on his life. He realized that his life had been a tragedy as when he was only two years old his father died of an unknown illness. He could not remember him, not even a hazy recollection of him. His sick mother was lying on a bed next to him coughing heavily...

With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity For both his friends and foes Now drenched in bloods of futility. Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside His only concern now became To fight...

I was the moonlit night of lapid love Some confused lores of a tortured mind A tongue to tell, to speak of truth jogia Then to live in shades of encumbered lies. No soul enamoured in this wide world That can bring about my heart’s satiation Certainty within my soul will never again Gaze upon...

GURU GOBIND SINGH With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity For both his friends and foes Now drenched in bloods of futility. Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside His only concern...

‘ How can I get out of this disaster?’ demanded Sajjan and it was simply aimed at himself. Sajjan Singh lived in a small village about five miles from a big town and where he journeyed daily to do various carpentry jobs, as his way of earning a living. He lived in the village with his elderly...

Jaspi Thanks for appreciating my verse. I have been trying to present sikh hymanistic philosophy through my verse and prose but no one seems to take any notice.I will post two short stories soon. Regards. Durlabh.

With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity For both his friends and foes Now drenched in bloods of futility. Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside His only concern now became To fight...

With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity For both his friends and foes Now drenched in bloods of futility. Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside His only concern now became To fight...

God of My Visions by Durlabh Singh ji God of my vision speak Not bounded by laws Which hindered an ode Of liberty to a flower The spirit which was ever Inconceivable yet green. Drag me not to darkness of death Or make me an object for others In summarised to buy or sell A fixed statistic in...

Riding high on the limpid waves Rising high on the shimmering presence Blue waters of white marbled chequers For the eternal hymns of wayward heart The golden domes invoking a saffron path. Novices of thoughts and sunshine abiding The golden swarms of vibratory atoms The hush of pilgrims on...

BHAI SEHNA. It was a hot, sweaty and suffocating afternoon. Not a bird in sky, only the sound of some dogs barking at the sun perhaps showing their anger at the injustice in creating such an unpleasant weather for them to bear. Water was evaporating fast from every pour of your body, you...