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,
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...
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...
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...