Gurmukhi Poem: ਬਾਈ ਹਵਾਰੇ ਨੂੰ (Baae Haware Nu)
“ਬਾਈ ਹਵਾਰੇ ਨੂੰ”
ਉਹ ਭੁਲੇਖੇ ਵਿਚ ਨੇ ਬਾਈ,ਜਿਹੜੇ ਸੋਚਦੇ ਨੇ ਕਿਬੁੜੈਲ ਜ਼੍ਹੇਲ ਦੇ ਗੇਟ ‘ਤੇ ਕੰਬਲ ਤਾਣ ਕੇ,ਤੈਨੂੰ ਸਾਥੋਂ ਲਕੋ ਲੈਣਗੇ।ਉਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਜਾਣਦੇ,ਤੂੰ ਤਾਂ ਸਾਡੇ ਦਿਲਾਂ ‘ਚ ਵਸਦੈਂ।ਅਸਲ ਵਿਚ ਉਹ ਡਰਦੇ ਨੇ ਬਾਈ,ਕਿ...
The Guru’s voice has emerged – A Poetic Translation
With the emergence of the True Guru, Nanak,
the mist cleared,
the light scattered all around.
As if at sun rise,
the stars disappeared and the darkness dissipated.
With the roar of the lion in the forest,
flocks...
Heaven on Earth: Inspiring Poem Written by a Prisoner
Heaven on EarthA poem written by a prisoner
“Nanak Tay Mukh Ujlay Keetee Shhuttee Naal” –Salok, Japji Sahib“Says Nanak! Their faces are radiant and glow in the Court of God and many others...
Game of Love: “The Body Shall Turn to Dust and the Soul Shall Fly Away”
"The body shall turn to dust, and the soul shall fly away."
Guru Nanak Dev Ji 1469-1539
The soul never dies. The body is finite, the soul is connected to the infinite. As such,...
Poem: The Wind Is Blowing
The wind is blowing through every home.Some windows are broken while others Remain closed.
The manmukhs (mind followers) look outwards at the homes of others. Surveying the damagetheir foundations feel stronger.
But only a foollooks at others.Opening their...
“My Father Lives” – Poem In Memory of Balbir Singh Sodhi (Victim of First Hate crime After 9/11)
In memorial of Balbir Singh Sodhi, murdered on September 15, 2001.The victim of the first hate crime to result in death after the World Trade Center attacks.
my father lives in new york's buildingswhich scrape the...
Sardar Khalra: Challenge The Darkness by Rajoana TV
Sardar Khalra, a man of slight build and the appearance of a normal uncle.
Stood like a rock, against a system that turned Panjab into a deadly jungle.
Human rights, legal safeguarding and morality...
POEM: Dear Mrs. Bhullar
Dear Mrs. Bhullar we have to meet.
I see your courage take refuge in clay pots,
carried on the heads of straight-backed-village-girls;
a regiment of walking duputtas;
leaving footprints in the wet earth,
and the tinkling of...
