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ਜਪੁ | Jup
ਸੋ ਦਰੁ | So Dar
ਸੋਹਿਲਾ | Sohilaa
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਿਰੀਰਾਗੁ | Raag Siree-Raag
Gurbani (14-53)
Ashtpadiyan (53-71)
Gurbani (71-74)
Pahre (74-78)
Chhant (78-81)
Vanjara (81-82)
Vaar Siri Raag (83-91)
Bhagat Bani (91-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਝ | Raag Maajh
Gurbani (94-109)
Ashtpadi (109)
Ashtpadiyan (110-129)
Ashtpadi (129-130)
Ashtpadiyan (130-133)
Bara Maha (133-136)
Din Raen (136-137)
Vaar Maajh Ki (137-150)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗਉੜੀ | Raag Gauree
Gurbani (151-185)
Quartets/Couplets (185-220)
Ashtpadiyan (220-234)
Karhalei (234-235)
Ashtpadiyan (235-242)
Chhant (242-249)
Baavan Akhari (250-262)
Sukhmani (262-296)
Thittee (296-300)
Gauree kii Vaar (300-323)
Gurbani (323-330)
Ashtpadiyan (330-340)
Baavan Akhari (340-343)
Thintteen (343-344)
Vaar Kabir (344-345)
Bhagat Bani (345-346)
ਰਾਗੁ ਆਸਾ | Raag Aasaa
Gurbani (347-348)
Chaupaday (348-364)
Panchpadde (364-365)
Kaafee (365-409)
Aasaavaree (409-411)
Ashtpadiyan (411-432)
Patee (432-435)
Chhant (435-462)
Vaar Aasaa (462-475)
Bhagat Bani (475-488)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੂਜਰੀ | Raag Goojaree
Gurbani (489-503)
Ashtpadiyan (503-508)
Vaar Gujari (508-517)
Vaar Gujari (517-526)
ਰਾਗੁ ਦੇਵਗੰਧਾਰੀ | Raag Dayv-Gandhaaree
Gurbani (527-536)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਹਾਗੜਾ | Raag Bihaagraa
Gurbani (537-556)
Chhant (538-548)
Vaar Bihaagraa (548-556)
ਰਾਗੁ ਵਡਹੰਸ | Raag Wadhans
Gurbani (557-564)
Ashtpadiyan (564-565)
Chhant (565-575)
Ghoriaan (575-578)
Alaahaniiaa (578-582)
Vaar Wadhans (582-594)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੋਰਠਿ | Raag Sorath
Gurbani (595-634)
Asatpadhiya (634-642)
Vaar Sorath (642-659)
ਰਾਗੁ ਧਨਾਸਰੀ | Raag Dhanasaree
Gurbani (660-685)
Astpadhiya (685-687)
Chhant (687-691)
Bhagat Bani (691-695)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਤਸਰੀ | Raag Jaitsree
Gurbani (696-703)
Chhant (703-705)
Vaar Jaitsaree (705-710)
Bhagat Bani (710)
ਰਾਗੁ ਟੋਡੀ | Raag Todee
ਰਾਗੁ ਬੈਰਾੜੀ | Raag Bairaaree
ਰਾਗੁ ਤਿਲੰਗ | Raag Tilang
Gurbani (721-727)
Bhagat Bani (727)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੂਹੀ | Raag Suhi
Gurbani (728-750)
Ashtpadiyan (750-761)
Kaafee (761-762)
Suchajee (762)
Gunvantee (763)
Chhant (763-785)
Vaar Soohee (785-792)
Bhagat Bani (792-794)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਲਾਵਲੁ | Raag Bilaaval
Gurbani (795-831)
Ashtpadiyan (831-838)
Thitteen (838-840)
Vaar Sat (841-843)
Chhant (843-848)
Vaar Bilaaval (849-855)
Bhagat Bani (855-858)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੋਂਡ | Raag Gond
Gurbani (859-869)
Ashtpadiyan (869)
Bhagat Bani (870-875)
ਰਾਗੁ ਰਾਮਕਲੀ | Raag Ramkalee
Ashtpadiyan (902-916)
Gurbani (876-902)
Anand (917-922)
Sadd (923-924)
Chhant (924-929)
Dakhnee (929-938)
Sidh Gosat (938-946)
Vaar Ramkalee (947-968)
ਰਾਗੁ ਨਟ ਨਾਰਾਇਨ | Raag Nat Narayan
Gurbani (975-980)
Ashtpadiyan (980-983)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਲੀ ਗਉੜਾ | Raag Maalee Gauraa
Gurbani (984-988)
Bhagat Bani (988)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਰੂ | Raag Maaroo
Gurbani (889-1008)
Ashtpadiyan (1008-1014)
Kaafee (1014-1016)
Ashtpadiyan (1016-1019)
Anjulian (1019-1020)
Solhe (1020-1033)
Dakhni (1033-1043)
ਰਾਗੁ ਤੁਖਾਰੀ | Raag Tukhaari
Bara Maha (1107-1110)
Chhant (1110-1117)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕੇਦਾਰਾ | Raag Kedara
Gurbani (1118-1123)
Bhagat Bani (1123-1124)
ਰਾਗੁ ਭੈਰਉ | Raag Bhairo
Gurbani (1125-1152)
Partaal (1153)
Ashtpadiyan (1153-1167)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ | Raag Basant
Gurbani (1168-1187)
Ashtpadiyan (1187-1193)
Vaar Basant (1193-1196)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਾਰਗ | Raag Saarag
Gurbani (1197-1200)
Partaal (1200-1231)
Ashtpadiyan (1232-1236)
Chhant (1236-1237)
Vaar Saarang (1237-1253)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਲਾਰ | Raag Malaar
Gurbani (1254-1293)
Partaal (1265-1273)
Ashtpadiyan (1273-1278)
Chhant (1278)
Vaar Malaar (1278-91)
Bhagat Bani (1292-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਾਨੜਾ | Raag Kaanraa
Gurbani (1294-96)
Partaal (1296-1318)
Ashtpadiyan (1308-1312)
Chhant (1312)
Vaar Kaanraa
Bhagat Bani (1318)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਲਿਆਨ | Raag Kalyaan
Gurbani (1319-23)
Ashtpadiyan (1323-26)
ਰਾਗੁ ਪ੍ਰਭਾਤੀ | Raag Prabhaatee
Gurbani (1327-1341)
Ashtpadiyan (1342-51)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਜਾਵੰਤੀ | Raag Jaijaiwanti
Gurbani (1352-53)
Salok | Gatha | Phunahe | Chaubole | Swayiye
Sehskritee Mahala 1
Sehskritee Mahala 5
Gaathaa Mahala 5
Phunhay Mahala 5
Chaubolae Mahala 5
Shaloks Bhagat Kabir
Shaloks Sheikh Farid
Swaiyyae Mahala 5
Swaiyyae in Praise of Gurus
Shaloks in Addition To Vaars
Shalok Ninth Mehl
Mundavanee Mehl 5
ਰਾਗ ਮਾਲਾ, Raag Maalaa
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<blockquote data-quote="Harry Haller" data-source="post: 202507" data-attributes="member: 14641"><p>Today is a peaceful day, there is no screaming this morning, I howled last night, but not a huge amount, just enough to taste blood in my mouth, just enough to smell a freshly killed rabbit, I slept hard till 4am, then I sat and watched the sun light up the sky, the puppies were asleep downstairs, Dan and Sian were asleep next to me, a beautiful scenario, save for the fact that love had died, somewhere, but instead of love there was freedom, the freedom to be anyone, everyone, whoever, I kissed her forehead, it was 5am, she grimaced slightly, I have no idea what has changed my beautiful, kind, loving wife into a zombie, we have a few things to go on, menopause, thyroid, the anti depressants, who knows, but after a while, you just have to accept things and make the best out of what you have, we are trying to just to be friends at the moment, its working ok, I don't really feel that all encompassing love anymore, that all enveloping love, it feels a bit like living with your sister, how lucky I don't have an agenda, anymore anyway.</p><p></p><p>Sian is a nurse, and she is way way overworked, being the person she is, she covers everyone's shift, shops for patients, etc etc., its her day off today, so I am going to take the boys out this morning, get into work for a few hours, and then go and see my mum and dad. Its a good day, no screaming, just a slight melancholy feeling, I get the boys in the car, I got fed up with Range Rovers, so now I have this ancient rusty E240 estate, I like it, its solid, and you cannot argue with a Mercedes for £370! Soon we are on the field, We used to walk the dogs together, hand in hand, now I find it too painful, its easier to walk them alone, we walk this way and that, they are a bit wary of me at first, I have neglected them whilst we have been sorting our relationship out, Bran comes up to me and sits down, just looking at me, ' why did you leave us dad?' his look makes me want to cry, what can I say, mummy just doesn't feel the same about daddy anymore, and if I cant have mummy, I don't want any of it, Rory sits down next to Bran, and they both just look at me, I kneel down and hug them, Bran licks my face, licks my mouth, looks at me, deep, and then runs off, Rory just looks at me, I chose Rory, I guess I have not been a great dad to him, when he is at home, he follows Sian around everywhere, they both do, he jumps off after Bran, and I can see their golden bodies flashing in the rising sun, as they run into the distance, I am lonely, but I am together, I need nothing, I am completely self sustaining, I look at the sun, now rising in the morning sky, the shapes of 3 dogs darting in and out of brambles, I can see a Harry and a Sian walking hand in hand, ghosts from the past, ghosts from years ago, I can see them smiling, holding hands, kissing against the rising sun, there is no pain anymore, no salty tears, in fact, just fond memories, fond memories, I have lots of fond memories, the ghosts of Harry and Sian fade away, Sian turns her head at me, she smiles, her red hair radiant in the sun, her almond eyes full of warmth, I watch as she fades away, back to the past, I look at Harry, he seems happy, unaware of the whole concept of howling, he looks normal.</p><p></p><p>I get the boys back in the car, drive home, play a bit of Kate Bush, get the dogs in, I do not feel like howling, and I cannot feel the screaming, yet my heart is heavy, and my mood is sombre, still, better to have loved and lost then not to have loved at all</p><p></p><p></p><p>[MEDIA=youtube]2MPvjh-4G4E[/MEDIA]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Harry Haller, post: 202507, member: 14641"] Today is a peaceful day, there is no screaming this morning, I howled last night, but not a huge amount, just enough to taste blood in my mouth, just enough to smell a freshly killed rabbit, I slept hard till 4am, then I sat and watched the sun light up the sky, the puppies were asleep downstairs, Dan and Sian were asleep next to me, a beautiful scenario, save for the fact that love had died, somewhere, but instead of love there was freedom, the freedom to be anyone, everyone, whoever, I kissed her forehead, it was 5am, she grimaced slightly, I have no idea what has changed my beautiful, kind, loving wife into a zombie, we have a few things to go on, menopause, thyroid, the anti depressants, who knows, but after a while, you just have to accept things and make the best out of what you have, we are trying to just to be friends at the moment, its working ok, I don't really feel that all encompassing love anymore, that all enveloping love, it feels a bit like living with your sister, how lucky I don't have an agenda, anymore anyway. Sian is a nurse, and she is way way overworked, being the person she is, she covers everyone's shift, shops for patients, etc etc., its her day off today, so I am going to take the boys out this morning, get into work for a few hours, and then go and see my mum and dad. Its a good day, no screaming, just a slight melancholy feeling, I get the boys in the car, I got fed up with Range Rovers, so now I have this ancient rusty E240 estate, I like it, its solid, and you cannot argue with a Mercedes for £370! Soon we are on the field, We used to walk the dogs together, hand in hand, now I find it too painful, its easier to walk them alone, we walk this way and that, they are a bit wary of me at first, I have neglected them whilst we have been sorting our relationship out, Bran comes up to me and sits down, just looking at me, ' why did you leave us dad?' his look makes me want to cry, what can I say, mummy just doesn't feel the same about daddy anymore, and if I cant have mummy, I don't want any of it, Rory sits down next to Bran, and they both just look at me, I kneel down and hug them, Bran licks my face, licks my mouth, looks at me, deep, and then runs off, Rory just looks at me, I chose Rory, I guess I have not been a great dad to him, when he is at home, he follows Sian around everywhere, they both do, he jumps off after Bran, and I can see their golden bodies flashing in the rising sun, as they run into the distance, I am lonely, but I am together, I need nothing, I am completely self sustaining, I look at the sun, now rising in the morning sky, the shapes of 3 dogs darting in and out of brambles, I can see a Harry and a Sian walking hand in hand, ghosts from the past, ghosts from years ago, I can see them smiling, holding hands, kissing against the rising sun, there is no pain anymore, no salty tears, in fact, just fond memories, fond memories, I have lots of fond memories, the ghosts of Harry and Sian fade away, Sian turns her head at me, she smiles, her red hair radiant in the sun, her almond eyes full of warmth, I watch as she fades away, back to the past, I look at Harry, he seems happy, unaware of the whole concept of howling, he looks normal. I get the boys back in the car, drive home, play a bit of Kate Bush, get the dogs in, I do not feel like howling, and I cannot feel the screaming, yet my heart is heavy, and my mood is sombre, still, better to have loved and lost then not to have loved at all [MEDIA=youtube]2MPvjh-4G4E[/MEDIA] [/QUOTE]
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