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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="Pathfinder" data-source="post: 211259" data-attributes="member: 21250"><p>True, so true. A few of the them are so hard hitting, reflective. Some lines from a song of my never born album/ band went thus, lol -</p><p></p><p><em>Naked have we come, naked shall we depart..</em></p><p><em>Never ever know where we come from, how and when we part..</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We all, seek a shelter in the storm</em></p><p><em>They say we're all born warm..</em></p><p><em>How come then does the coldness creep into our palms??</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Whine'in in the come</em></p><p><em>We all pine in the go</em></p><p><em>And in between blindly crawl away .....from the open door..</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>What's gone is here no more</em></p><p><em>What is to come will eventually go</em></p><p><em>The more i comprehend</em></p><p><em>The lesser that I know..</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Hard to seek, hard to know, hard to find</em></p><p><em>Wrong choices wither the old crossroad sign</em></p><p><em>The fog too thick, the fog too deep</em></p><p><em>Too afraid to take the leap</em></p><p><em>Hey, stormy waters feel treacherous, still waters run too deep..</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>When the prodigal son awakes</em></p><p><em>Stands out the door and hesitates</em></p><p><em>When that day, pray it comes, will I come undone ? </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Would you then look into my eyes</em></p><p><em>Or just sadly, stare down at my plight</em></p><p><em>Will I find the strength?</em></p><p><em>To drag my rotten flesh, to embrace my dark.... under your blinding light</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Any otherwise - now and here I'll be no more....</em></p><p><em>...flotsam...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>(Lol, wrote it eons back, I got darker in my lyrics thence...)</em></p><p></p><p>I stopped writing poetry the day I heard Jaap Sahib. This is the epitome of poetry. Everything else thereafter falls so short now.<em> Then I heard Japji Sahib, I was mesmerised by its enigma. Then I heard the Asa Di var and knew - one lifetime is too short to bask in the glorious poetry and light of the Waheguru, way too short. The beauty is that each listen puts a new perspective into oneself. It's like the bani is 'me'. I don't know how to explain this feeling. The Bani understands what ails me and offers me a cure. If I am sad, the Bani fills me with happiness. If I am weak, the Bani gives me strength. If I am depressed, the Bani gives me hope. Each time I jump with joy after a listen for having understood it. Each time feels so energising. Each time I question myself as to how I missed this apparent message before. Each time it's glorious. Each time it's magic. </em></p><p><em>Sometimes I regret having wasted away 40 years of my meaningless life-size then I tell myself not to waste 40 secs anymore on a thing of the past that I cannot change. Imagine if I did simran in these 40 seconds too. 40 secs an hour into maybe 3,5,10, 20 years?? That I may have left !!. Even if is just one more year or lesser than that, even just 40 secs more would be a blessing. The Bani is the zenith of transcendence. It is not just the lyrics. It is in a way surreal, the way the Guru speaks to 'me' (the way each of us feels) through the hukumnama. Sangat in the hundreds and the Guru addresses a worthless entity like me in his hukumnama, dispels my doubts, guides me. I am in love. I am enamoured. I am in awe. I am blessed. Then I look at the sangat and realise that all the rest too have that same look on their face. How is this possible??. Then it struck me that the sangat is one, we are all nothing but Gurudwaras. We are all the same, yes - we are truly one.we just don't know, don't realise that.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Poetry was what captured my imagination and bought me here to the feet, the realm, the abode, the santuary of the mystical poets. The beauty, the never ending beauty is what keeps me here.i still have regrets, but now they are not part of my present or my future. Regrets and doubts dwell a long way back on the beaten track. Now all I have is glory. The glory of each Bani. And the best part is that the glory is deeper than any abyss I have ever known. The more I sink, the more I find contentment, the more I am myself.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I talk to my wife about the forum at times. She swears she loves to listen to my passion about the sangat. I told her that I haven't seen Harry ji around yesterday. Rd1 ji was quite busy telling us of a lot of new things. She asked me if Harkiran kaur ji is ok. I told her I haven't seen her for a while. She listens to swarnji's translation that I read and memorise for her.you know she told me when I told her that original ji was kind of depressed because of me - that I should get him back smiling asap.she does not visit the forum but knows most of you - admin ji, ishna ji, Sikhilove ji, tejinder Singh ji and few others. She asked me to come up with a fictional story of this new found family, lol - I told her that eons back there was this perfect island where a group of lucky people lived. But they slowly got proud and vain and so nature decided to punish these ungrateful group. The storm scattered all and each one of them. Now each of them is trying to swim back to that island again. Nobody laughs as sweet as a sikhni, she radiates with beauty and wonder in her lovely eyes. Get out now - she laughs and tells me to keep swimming. I have to cook breakfast for the Shahabazyadi, our little cute daughter.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>What was I writing about?? Lol, I am not lost just in my life but in my posts as well. Just some blabbering from a fool who cannot contribute to the forum in terms of quality. I just post mostly to show my gratitude to the sangat, to my family out here.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Take care all, for the Waheguru dwells in each of us.. my blabbering is over, lol.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Pathfinder, post: 211259, member: 21250"] True, so true. A few of the them are so hard hitting, reflective. Some lines from a song of my never born album/ band went thus, lol - [I]Naked have we come, naked shall we depart.. Never ever know where we come from, how and when we part.. We all, seek a shelter in the storm They say we're all born warm.. How come then does the coldness creep into our palms?? Whine'in in the come We all pine in the go And in between blindly crawl away .....from the open door.. What's gone is here no more What is to come will eventually go The more i comprehend The lesser that I know.. Hard to seek, hard to know, hard to find Wrong choices wither the old crossroad sign The fog too thick, the fog too deep Too afraid to take the leap Hey, stormy waters feel treacherous, still waters run too deep.. When the prodigal son awakes Stands out the door and hesitates When that day, pray it comes, will I come undone ? Would you then look into my eyes Or just sadly, stare down at my plight Will I find the strength? To drag my rotten flesh, to embrace my dark.... under your blinding light Any otherwise - now and here I'll be no more.... ...flotsam... (Lol, wrote it eons back, I got darker in my lyrics thence...)[/I] I stopped writing poetry the day I heard Jaap Sahib. This is the epitome of poetry. Everything else thereafter falls so short now.[I] Then I heard Japji Sahib, I was mesmerised by its enigma. Then I heard the Asa Di var and knew - one lifetime is too short to bask in the glorious poetry and light of the Waheguru, way too short. The beauty is that each listen puts a new perspective into oneself. It's like the bani is 'me'. I don't know how to explain this feeling. The Bani understands what ails me and offers me a cure. If I am sad, the Bani fills me with happiness. If I am weak, the Bani gives me strength. If I am depressed, the Bani gives me hope. Each time I jump with joy after a listen for having understood it. Each time feels so energising. Each time I question myself as to how I missed this apparent message before. Each time it's glorious. Each time it's magic. Sometimes I regret having wasted away 40 years of my meaningless life-size then I tell myself not to waste 40 secs anymore on a thing of the past that I cannot change. Imagine if I did simran in these 40 seconds too. 40 secs an hour into maybe 3,5,10, 20 years?? That I may have left !!. Even if is just one more year or lesser than that, even just 40 secs more would be a blessing. The Bani is the zenith of transcendence. It is not just the lyrics. It is in a way surreal, the way the Guru speaks to 'me' (the way each of us feels) through the hukumnama. Sangat in the hundreds and the Guru addresses a worthless entity like me in his hukumnama, dispels my doubts, guides me. I am in love. I am enamoured. I am in awe. I am blessed. Then I look at the sangat and realise that all the rest too have that same look on their face. How is this possible??. Then it struck me that the sangat is one, we are all nothing but Gurudwaras. We are all the same, yes - we are truly one.we just don't know, don't realise that. Poetry was what captured my imagination and bought me here to the feet, the realm, the abode, the santuary of the mystical poets. The beauty, the never ending beauty is what keeps me here.i still have regrets, but now they are not part of my present or my future. Regrets and doubts dwell a long way back on the beaten track. Now all I have is glory. The glory of each Bani. And the best part is that the glory is deeper than any abyss I have ever known. The more I sink, the more I find contentment, the more I am myself. I talk to my wife about the forum at times. She swears she loves to listen to my passion about the sangat. I told her that I haven't seen Harry ji around yesterday. Rd1 ji was quite busy telling us of a lot of new things. She asked me if Harkiran kaur ji is ok. I told her I haven't seen her for a while. She listens to swarnji's translation that I read and memorise for her.you know she told me when I told her that original ji was kind of depressed because of me - that I should get him back smiling asap.she does not visit the forum but knows most of you - admin ji, ishna ji, Sikhilove ji, tejinder Singh ji and few others. She asked me to come up with a fictional story of this new found family, lol - I told her that eons back there was this perfect island where a group of lucky people lived. But they slowly got proud and vain and so nature decided to punish these ungrateful group. The storm scattered all and each one of them. Now each of them is trying to swim back to that island again. Nobody laughs as sweet as a sikhni, she radiates with beauty and wonder in her lovely eyes. Get out now - she laughs and tells me to keep swimming. I have to cook breakfast for the Shahabazyadi, our little cute daughter. What was I writing about?? Lol, I am not lost just in my life but in my posts as well. Just some blabbering from a fool who cannot contribute to the forum in terms of quality. I just post mostly to show my gratitude to the sangat, to my family out here. Take care all, for the Waheguru dwells in each of us.. my blabbering is over, lol.[/I] [/QUOTE]
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