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Who is NOT welcomed here ?

  • demons devil vultures dogs

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ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007
Source : philosophy.htm


Over a hundred books are upon my shelves,
I don't read them , Do they read themselves?
Are they filled with knowledgeable things,
Or like the birds, Do they have wings?
One day very soon, I'll have a look to see,
If I look long enough perhaps I'll find one for me.
Or shall I leave them for others to read,
I dare not open one it will probably bleed.
A big black book with letters of copperplate,
Invites me to read it before it is too late.
Small and thin a book of verse,
Looks so fragile shall I call a nurse.
Adventure I am sure from cover to cover,
With Heroine fighting to save her lover.
A very thick tomb a history book,
Will I become wiser if I take a look.
One very large book it is an Atlas I know,
Dominates the others tries to steal the show.
A Cowboy story from the wild West,
If I read it will I catch the pest.
Or science fiction lost in outer space,
With me as Hero to save the Human race.
Yes I have a hundred books, that is for sure,
In the Public Library there are thousands more.
All of my books I will order into students' classes.
I don't think I will read them for I have lost my glasses.


Speed of Light.

While travelling at the speed of light,
Passengers and crew see a most beautiful sight.
Suns, Moons and comets rushing by,
Causing many an astronaut to sigh.
My wish is to be among the elite
Taking part in this great Feat.
Starting off as Cabin Boy,
Rising to Captain much to my joy.
Photon engines surging with power,
Pushing on the ship hour by hour.
What are we doing here in space,
Looking for Aliens or some strange race.
Mankind's old dream come true at last.
As suns and moons go rushing past.
Come let us all join in the quest.
The first to greet that Alien Guest.


ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007
Source: philosophy.htm


It was just a sheet of paper out of an exercise book,
Until I started writing to see how it would look.
My pen wrote quickly as if with ghostly hand,
The poem that appeared was not so very grand.
It told not of love or of flowers so sweet,
Just about two people that by chance did happen to meet.
They spoke about their lives and the work that they did do,
It sounded rather commonplace like most chats, lively but true.
Families with children and the costs of living,
How they each celebrated at the last thanksgiving.
What presents they had bought for the wife and kids,
At the local auction where both had made their bids.
Then on to sport each had a favourite team,
They were kindred spirits each with their own dream.
A friendship developed between the unlikely pair,
They had so much in common yes each had a lot to share.
After making arrangements for their families to meet,
I very often see them as they walk down the street.
It was a true friendship I could see by the smiles,
You know for such a friendship, I would walk a hundred miles.

Cosmic Force.
Rays of cosmic force so bright,
Bathe me in your pure blue light.
Rid me of all earthly ties and bonds,
That hold me till my soul absconds.
Into that promised realm above,
Be again with those that shared my love.
Let me soar in that knowledge pure,
That here on earth seems so obscure.
Refresh my hopes in those ethereal surrounds,
Let me bask in a love that knows no bounds.
Guidance for my future life on earth,
Cosmic beams be at my next new birth.
Radiance shine on that tender soul,
Gently pushing to an earthly goal.
That I may help all of mankind
To untie those knots that ever bind.
Freedom from all want and care,
No more carnage for humans to share.
That rays of cosmic force so bright,
Bathe all of mankind in that pure blue light.


1947-2014 (Archived)
Jun 17, 2004
The Universal Incarnation

There is a Wisdom like a brooding Sun,
A Bliss in the heart's crypt grown fiery white,
The heart of a world in which all hearts are one,
A Silence on the mountains of delight.

A Calm that cradles Fate upon its knees;
A wide Compassion leans to embrace earth's pain;
A Witness dwells within our secrecies,
The incarnate Godhead in the body of man.

Our mind is a glimmering curtain of that Ray,
Our strength a parody of the Immortal's power,
Our joy a dreamer on the Eternal's way
Hunting the fugitive beauty of an hour.

Only on the heart's veiled door the word of flame
Is written, the secret and tremendous Name.

Sri Aurobindo


Mar 26, 2007
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
and lead us

- 1 -

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

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

- 3 -
With trust
comes total surrender
I give
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
My love, make me pure,
like you.

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

- 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
In mind
O N E.

- 9 -
Having met
The love of my
Is the blessings of
All the Buddhas.
Be my Mandarava.

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

- 11 -
You are
only thing

- 12 -
Everything else
your love
to me.
You are my second guru.
For everything to be
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
Love me
think of me,
Even that
is a cause
for bliss
Like Indra's bow.

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

- 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
The radiating
warmth of
true love.

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

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

- 20 -
With time
in our love
I lose
and see our


ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007
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
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



Mar 26, 2007
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
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

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
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.


1947-2014 (Archived)
Jun 17, 2004

by: George Sterling (1869-1926)

ALOOF within the day's enormous dome,
He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
The eagle's empire and the falcon's home--
Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;
His hazards on the sea of morning lie;
Serene, he bears the broken tempest sigh
Where cold sierras gleam like scattered foam.

And least of all he holds the human swarm--
Unwitting now that envious men prepare
To make their dream and its fulfillment one,
When, poised above the caldrons of the storm,
Their hearts, contemptuous of death, shall dare
His roads between the thunder and the sun.


ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007
Don't Quit

One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...

"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.I gave them light. I gave them water.The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.

But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.

"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo see.I would not quit." He said.

"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.

Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."

He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots"
"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."

"Don't compare yourself to others." He said.

"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful."

"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"

"How high should I rise" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise" He asked in return.

"As high as it can" I questioned.

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest and bring back this story.

Never Give up.


ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007
Muslims speak original ‘theth’ Punjabi
Hindus & Sikhs speak dilects of Punjabi
Despite their differences of religions and faith
Punjabi language and culture removes the hate

So why are Sikhs so attentive on Punjabi
When they should be linked to Gurmukhi
Coz religion and culture should not mix
The former being universal, the latter fix

So be wise in educating your children and know the difference
Sikhi should prevail within instead of only at the circumference
Gurbani Kirtan at the fore-front with harmonious sound of instruments
Doing Paath of Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji for all your peaceful moments

~ begum ~

Listen to Gur Mantar and Mool Mantar at the same time.
Click on both links below.
Ideal for Mediatation or daily listening.



ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007
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,
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,
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.

(Source: http://www.whyichosesikhism.com/?p=stories)


ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007
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Lyrics from Hindi Bhajan:

he raamachandra keh gaye siyaase
aaisa kaljuga aayega
hansa chugega daana dunka
kauvva moti khaayega

siyaane puchhaa, kalajugamein dharam karamko koi nahi maanegaa?
to prabhu bole:
dharam bhi hoga, karam bhi hoga
parantu sharam nahi hogi
baata baata par maata pitaako
ladka aankh dikhaayega

raaja aur praja dono inmein
hogi nisadin kheenchaataani
kadam kadam par karenge dono
apni apni mann maani
jiske haath mein hogi laathi
bhainsa vahi le jaayega

suno siya kaljugmein kaala
dhan aur kaale mann honge
chora uchakke nagar setha aur
prabhu bhakta nirdhan honge
jo hoga lobhi aur bhogi
vo jogi kehlaayega

mandir soona soona hoga
bhari rahengi madhushaala
pitaake sang sang bhari sabhaamein
naachegi gharki baala
kaisa kanyaadaan bidaahi
kanyaaka dhan khaayega (dowry)

moorakh ki preet buri
jue ki jeeta buri
bure sang baitha baitha
bhaage hi bhaage
kaajal ki kothari
mein kaise hi jatana karo
kaajal ka daag bhaai
laage hi laage

kitna jati ho koi
kitna sati ho koi
kaamani ke sang
kaam jaage hi jaage
suno kahe gopeeraama
jiska hai raamadhaama
uska to phanda gale laage hi laage


1947-2014 (Archived)
Jun 17, 2004

Lord of my Heart's Elation. [Bliss Carman]

Lord of my heart's elation,
Spirit of things unseen,
Be thou my aspiration
Consuming and serene!

Bear up, bear out, bear onward,
This mortal soul alone,
To selfhood or oblivion,
Incredibly thine own, --

As the foamheads are loosened
And blown along the sea,
Or sink and merge forever
In that which bids them be.

I, too, must climb in wonder,
Uplift at thy command, --
Be one with my frail fellows
Beneath the wind's strong hand,

A fleet and shadowy column
Of dust or mountain rain,
To walk the earth a moment
And be dissolved again.

Be thou my exaltation
Or fortitude of mien,
Lord of the world's elation,
Thou breath of things unseen!


1947-2014 (Archived)
Jun 17, 2004

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

from Ode on a Grecian Urn, by John Keats


Oct 3, 2007
Belize City, Belize
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.
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?
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


ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਲਗਾਈ (Previously namjap)
Jul 14, 2007

Connecting, spiritual reality ephemeral inter woven by design.

One good deed leads to another, seeds sown years ago, harvest time is near.

Decisions made impact upon our destiny.

Spoken word falling upon pastures new, linking us together.

We drift upon invisible currents to meet once again at distant crossroads.

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

Peace within, without
contentment rises, bubbling in my soul
my inner spirit, my constant companion
shielding me, tirelessly urging
to reflect upon beauty around
within others, self
a guiding light, softly, shimmering
leading me towards journeys end.

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