Sikh Poems

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Warrior Princess

by Sukhmander Kaur

I am a Princess, I wear a Crown

Don't let my Keshes go tumbling down

Instead i keep them neatly wound

Inside, beneath, my Keski, bound

I am a Princess, I let it show

I want everyone to know

I am daughter of a King, and so

I let 'each' one of my Keshes grow

I am a Princess, I live in His Grace

Fresh and clean without a 'common' trace

I don't 'make up', cut, bleach, or paste

I'm not a phoney, I have an 'honest face'

I am a Princess, as royalty, I wear Bana

With my breath do Simran, read BaNee, learn Kathaa

My hands help with Langar, do shoe Seva

My hearts home is in my Fathers Castle, His Gurudwara

I am a Princess, I keep Panj Kakar

Precious gifts from Five Beloved Sevadar

Weapons to help me fight 5 enemies, win the 'world' war

I am a Warrior Princess, my name is Kaur

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WAKE UP SIKHS!

Harjinder Singh

Awake and arise my brother Sikhs

For if you keep on sleeping

You will never stop weeping

It is already much too late

For you to further sit and wait

Your religion is being hijacked

Your very identity is being attacked

Your image has been battered

Your prestige has been shattered

You are losing your turban gifted to your Gurus

Some of you drink and smoke

Some even cut their hair

You are the followers of Guu Nanak,

The bringer of love and peace

You are the descendants of Guru Gobind,

The symbol of love and sacrifice

Guru Nanak spread the message of love

Guru Gobind sacrificed his own for others

They showed us the right way

So wake up Sikhs!

For you to fail to realise

Or if you fail to wake and rise

Sikhs and their panth will be things of the past

Let us unify

Let is all say:

KHALSA MERO ROOP HAI KHAS,

KHALSA MEH HAU KARU NIWAS,

KHALSA MERO PIND PRAN,

KHALSA MERO JAAN KI JAAN

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Are You Proud to be Sikh?

Sharan Singh

We are proud to be Sikhs

So do many speak

--But only of the past

And not these present weeks.

I pity the Khalsa Panth

Which gave up its life for Guru Granth

Who sacrificed their heads instead of their hair

Attaining martyrdom with least worldly care.

Oh! The love for our Guru was so great then

That we were recognized as the purest of men,

But now that our love for Him is fading away

Our Panth is undergoing deep decay.

The problem is we still doubt our Guru

Despite being perfect--and this is quite true.

We get influenced by others' personal philosophies

And the purest knowledge, we thus oversee.

Why, why is this taking place?

Why are we in this disgrace?

Do you have any care at all,

If you are a Sikh from your heart and soul?

A true Sikh is purest in form and feature

He is the embodiment of simple Nature

So please do not practise apostacy

And call yourself a Sikh of Guru Gobind Singh Ji!

If our faith is modern then why not our form?

Because,if your mind is pure,so will be your body's interests

Now,don't make this mistake of following your own norm

And later blame being influenced by the West.

Reflection: I don't in any way mean to offend anybody.I wrote this poem to remind us that we should all realize the present crisis of our faith now and not be carried away by its glorious past.We should be inspired by our past and deal with the present declination of our faith often people tell these excuses of blaming the West, I hope this poem gives the reply to all those who seek it.

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA

WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH!!

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Guru's Word and Sword

Pritam Singh

On human history's hoary horizon

sparks of hope eternal shine

from a wondrous event that took place

at Kesgarh in sixteen ninety nine.

The Guru stands,Kirpan in hand,

a symbol of justice and grace

with love of humanity in his heart

and compassionate glow on his face.

Calmly he calls upon the Sangat-

'At the alter of Seva and Naam

sacrifice of lives I seek,

Come, O Sikhs, with hands on palm!'

Then five rise one by one

bowing to the Nanak tenth

the Guru's chosen Pyaras Panj,

the nucleus of Khalsa Panth.

Here Rabab and Kirpan merge,

Miri Piri, Word and Sword

giving Gurus' message same-

Help humanity in God's name.

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MAYA

by Satwinder Singh.

An illusion, causes deep confusion,

Who am i, where am i,

sih after sih.

This body is maya, the car is maya,

the house is maya, the money is maya,

It's all gonna go, it's all a dream.

Think, think, money, money,

How can i make it,

Run around like a mad bunny.

Where can I put it, where will it stay,

Can i take it with me,

NO ! not a penny, whatever you say.

A big illusion, Causes deep confusion,

Let it go, think deep,

It's all a dream, not to keep.

There's only one treasure to keep,

The Nam, Vaheguru Vaheguru,

So let's remember Him, even in our sleep.

It's all a dream, nothing will stay,

Worldy greed, attachment and ego,

Leads you astray.

Mine!, Mine! , All the time,

This is the way of the fool,

Missing the Guru's Warning sign.

I want, I want,

more and more,

Not listening, to the Sant.

Proud of this, proud of that,

Don't care about the poor,

Turning into a Fat Cat.

Maya was made by Beutiful Vaheguru,

The only way to protect yourself,

Is to fall to the feet, of the Perfect Guru.

Now listen carefully,

This all doesn't mean,

You can't own houses or watch the telly.

Live like the Lotus flower,

In the society but above,

Then your life, will not turn sour.

I pray to Guru Ji,

Who gave me this life,

Protect me Creator of Maya,

I am yours, protect this weak imboceil,

May i not burn in this world on fire.

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PROUD !

by Satwinder Singh.

I'm so clever,

I can do, that,

What's happening ?,

I'm going, MAD !.

Mad with I, Mad eith ME,

I.m better than him,

better than her,

Everyone should, call me Sir !

I've forgotten Vaheguru,

My Friend and Supporter,

Forgot my true Mum and Dad,

All this Ego, really makes me sad.

Oh my mind remember Vaheguru,

Oh please do Sewa,

Don't expect a favour,

But, Do it with love and endeavor.

Serve The Wonderful Guru,

Serve Humankind,

That's why Vaheguru,

Given you these hands, feet and mind.

The Guru is the greatest,

The Guru is the best,

Stop ! thinking of yourself,

And give your head a rest.

First I has to die,

To become the dust of everybody,

Because when there is no me,

Then The Truth we will see.

Let's not let pride be our guide,

The Guru's way is beatiful,

The Guru's way is true,

Humility is the way, to the Supreme True Guru.

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The Gift From Vaheguru

by Satwinder Singh.

Kesh is part of the Khalsa Uniform,

It is not there to deform,

Oh man why do you shave your face,

To try to look like a woman, is a disgrace.

Oh Mr.Singh,

Your a, Lion King,

Don't cut your mane,

To be the same.

To follow pride & vanity,

Truly, leads to insanity,

Don't worry what people think,

Otherwise you will sink.

To be natural is really cool,

Don't cut and be a fool,

It's really hard at the beginning,

Take that step, and stop that trimming.

Oh, fathers, mothers to be old is no shame,

To colour your hair, gives you no fame,

Why do they cut again and again,

Have they gone insane ?

The Kesh gives us our identity,

We can be spotted even if there is plenty,

Be proud of what you are,

The Khalsa can be spotted from very far.

The Kesh is a gift from Vaheguru,

To keep it, is not new,

Have faith in Dhan Guru Gobind Singh Ji,

He will save & protect, you will see.

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Indian Evil Propaganda

by Gupat Singh Khalsa.

You attacked our Holy land,

You came to destroy;

Heavy artillery and Tanks,

Did you deploy.

Our Heroes Bhai Satwant Singh,

Bhai Beant Singh & Bhai Kehar Singh,

Avenged by killing your leader,

Shot to death when they seen her.

The Khalsa will never forget,

Until it's aim isn't met,

The Khalsa will always sing the deeds,

Of the Great Khalsa Shaheeds.

You turned out be clever,

Using your wicked ways,

You used propaganda,

To cause the Guru Khalsa's, Slander.

You want to destroy the Khalsa,

You want to stop Sikhi,

You say we're Hindu's in your constitution,

In our community have you put pollution.

Fools don't be mistaken,

The Khalsa is a fighting nation,

You must be Barmy !

To mess with, Vaheguru's Army !.

You called us terrorists for protecting our faith,

If it wasn't for Our Guru your faith wouldn't of stayed,

Oh, fellow Sikhs listen carefully,

Don't be led blind, by this evil Indian propaganda Army.

Our Brothers are being tortured,

Our Sister & Mothers have been raped,

Our Fathers are killed,

Why do you hesitate ?

It might sound horrible,

But it's the truth,

Why are we living a lie,

Do we want, our conscious to die.

Awake, Awake ! to the truth,

We are Saint-Soldiers of the True Guru,

Do what you can to help the cause,

Look to Guru Ji for the source.

Don't sit down, and not fight,

Give it all your might,

For Good this body and brain we use,

Because the Khalsa is Vaheguru's !

The Khalsa will uproot this rotting evil tree,

And again taste Victory,

The Khalsa will never lose,

Because the Victory is Vaheguru's !

"Physical death I don't fear,

Death of conscience, is a sure Death."

Sant Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale

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Guru Gobind Singh Jee.

by Prof Puran Singh Jee. Guru Glorious.

They ask me to say something about Guru Gobind Singh;

they ask what is He to me?

I tremble when they ask me, what is He to me?

Unable to say anything in reply,

I burst forth into childlike cries of both joy and pain,

and I faint away,

knowing not what is He to me!

Only I say Guru Glorious! Guru Glorious and I am consoled,

I slumber in His Lap,

soothed by the lullabies of my own sound,

knowing not what is He to me!

Do not ask me to define Him,

Do not ask me to praise Him,

Do not ask me name Him,

Do not ask me to preach Him,

And ask me not to conceal Him,

One who has freed me,-

Me, the self-poisoned,

the down trodden slave in the fragrance of Himself.

Whatever He may be to anyone else,

To me, He is the Creator,

who has cast Himself in the shape of His Song.

And sitting nowhere,

He showers from his eyes a rain of stars in the sky!

Let the Great Ones name Him,

Let the scholars search Him

Let the learned discourse on Him,

Let the martyrs sing Him,

Let the lovers call Him,

Let the maidens garland Him,

and sing Him a welcome!

Let the saints worship Him,

let the devotees kiss the Hem of His Garment,

and anoint their foreheads with the dust under His feet,

Let the children gather round Him,

Whatever He may be to anyone else,

To me He is my sacred friend,

who comes unseen to me in my dark despair,

to wipe a silent tear with the edge of His Kingly Skirt.

And to say to me when I cannot listen even to Him,

choked with my own tears,-

"I am here by your side, the whole of myself when no one is nigh,

I am for you, O sad sinner!

I am exclusively for you and no one else!!"

Let the women say to Him, "I love you,"

let the singer say to Him, "I sing for you,"

Let the dancer say to Him, "I dance for you,"

Let the yogi say to Him, "I lie wrapped up in thought of you,"

Let the pious tell Him, "we obey your law,"

Whatever He may be to anyone else and anybody else to Him,

What can I be?-

I, devoid of all virtue, merit, or light;

I devoid of the sacred vows of piety, silence or poverty;

I a sweeper of the street of the Pleasure of Sense;

I, an aimless chaser of quivering Illusions that fly the trembling colors of the wings of the butterflies that flutter around the Maya of life in full flowers:

What can I, I say to Him?-

I, the old joy-sipper with the everlasting burden of Illusion on my back:

I only cast my head down in shame,

I stand abashed, away from all,

in the corner of my naked body with all its scars and stains;

But behold: He cometh even to me, as the sun goes down,

and the saints leave Him alone.

And as He cometh, I burst forth crying.

And He consoleth me saying: "

Have I been really too long away from thee?"

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Hukam

What importance does it serve ME today?

I'm perfectly content living life my own way.

Dictating my actions howsoever I please

and making decisions for comfort and ease.

Living for fun, that is the way it should be!

If happiness comes, that is justification enough for me!

What does the Guru Ji have to say?

OK, I agree that the world was much different back then.

There was much ignorance and inequalities, and injustices done towards women.

So we had to be methodical and the Hukam was "key".

We had to better the future for our children to see!

But that time is long gone because now we are free.

Living in peace, democracy, equality, etc...what more TRUTH can there be?

What does the Guru Ji have to say?

The world today is lovely, dark and deep.

To explore her enchanted, worldliness for all the pleasures that I seek.

I can do what ever I please, I have not made any promises to you.

Everything is relative -- that is defiantly true.

If everything is well, why cant I just do what ever I want to do and go wherever I want to go?

What road will that take me? Do I really want to know?

What does the Guru Ji have to say?

And if I were to die today...

What then would I have to say?

What kind of life would I have lived up to this day?

Would I be remembered by anyone, in anyway?

What really matters? What would He say?

What does the Guru Ji have to say?

What does the Guru Ji have to say?

Writers note: As Sikh living in America many of us have lost the essence of our faith and have become more and more attracted with worldly things - taking us further and further away from the Guru ji's message. Happiness cannot be found by following our ego (being Munmukh), because the mind will never be at peace this way. And how can we turn to prayer only when we find that we need help?

We can only be happy and totally free by fully, following the Guru Ji's Hukam and becoming better Sikhs. We can never forget the message, thinking that times have changed because there are always reoccurring struggles for truth and justice throughout society: such as the recently situation of "disappearences" of Sikh childern by the Punjab police, massacre of 35 Sikhs living in Kashmire, among other examples of human rights violations, torture, & abuse of Sikhs living throughout India.

Only when we fully reject the path of Maya (the illusion of the materialistic world), and try to be better Sikhs by following the Guru ji's Hukam can we find freedom - freedom of the mind.

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BE A SAINT-SOLDIER

By Harjit Singh Lakhan

'Nanak says, the ghosts are the ones who are devoid of God's love

and service and have forgotten the Lord. '

(Guru V, Jaitsri Raag : Guru Granth Sahib Jee)

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?

You were gonna be something

But now something's wrong.

You weren't born to have

Fights like an alley cat,

Chin full of greasy fat,

Less love than a sewer rat.

You weren't born to be

Evil and bitter

Don't you know these days were

Meant to be better?

Get your act together

Be a saint-soldier

Guru Nanak Loves You

This Love will make you stronger.

Don't get depressed,

no just don't do it

Love the Life God's given you,

come on get with it

Go Go to it -

to the Gurdwara do it

Try to understand -

you wont regret it.

Dream a dream - the world's a dream

Take control and set your scene

Close your eyes everything is dark

One day you will see the light, if you do your paat.

Don't be dopey - no just don't dig it

High on life - no lie get with it

Go Go to it - to the Gurdwara do it

And understand - you wont regret it.

Dream a dream - the world's a dream

Take control and set your scene

Ignite the light - spark the dark

By the Guru's grace - make your mark!

What's going on? What's going on?

Get Your act together

And sing the Waheguru song.

Waheguru, Waheguru Waheguru jee

Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru jee.

[Guest kaur1699]

wow! good stuff!

i totally love the Warrior Princess one, too good!

:wink:

[Guest]

yeh the warrior princess one is class

ill add 2 of my favs

SWORD

by Hardeep Singh

My sword is my companion my warrior and friend,

Not to be offensive but sworn to defend,

The infusion of steel runs through my veins,

Making me immune from sorrow and pain,

My sword is the protector of the needy and poor,

When oppression becomes a disease my sword is thecure,

My sword sings the song of selfless love,

It lives in harmony with law from above,

The flash of my Guru’s sword awakens the sleepingsoul,

Without the sword I can never be whole,

The sword of the Guru is the giver of life,

Before the soul was barren now it is ripe,

I am the saint and the soldier that walks in peace,

I am the humble dust of your feet,

But don’t think my spirituality makes me weak,

The heavens will roar if my sword were to speak,

Death is my bride, fear is my friend,

My Guru’s path is the map heaven sent,

To Follow the path, surrender your whole,

The power of the Guru’s sword will give light to your soul

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YOUNG KHALSA

By Harjit Singh Lakhan

Ride young Khalsa, ride like the wind

Hold on tight and let your journey begin

With the Kirpan by your side, don't forget this thing

Sing Waheguru with the Guru's blessing.

Fly young Khalsa, fly to the sky

Keep looking for Waheguru with your mind's eye

With love in your heart don't forget this thing

Sing Waheguru with the Guru's blessing.

[Guest kaur1699]

You are my life

You are my life you are my soul

It’s your existence that makes my life whole

With You is my strength You are my support

In Your memory dance my thoughts

Blessed with Your name my soul is alive

Don’t leave me for a second; I wont survive

[Amrikingh]

Brilliant peoms man

Anymore?

Waheguru

[Guest kaur1699]

It gets dark at night, but has the sun stopped shining?

I switch off the TV, but has the 24-hour station stopped transmitting?

In the same way, we may close my eyes to God's existence, but God hasn't abandoned us...

Love and light permeate throughout Creation whether we accept it or not.

[Guest kaur1699]

In the silvery fields by the river tree

the moon and the stars bowed reverently,

To the songbird Guru singing words from above,

His heart overflowing with the nectar of love.

The forest flowers yearned to hear the tune,

opening their hearts they offered perfume,

The wind took the scent to the royal seat

And kissed the dust of the guru’s feat.

Then standing humbly with palms together,

The wind spoke sweetly ‘ O King Forever:

I was the Hurricane causing stormy seas,

But your love Changed me into a summer breeze.’

‘In front of you I fall to my knees,

You are my world and the seven seas

My eagle-heart leapt from the mountain trees

Night and day searching for your honey bees.’

‘In the garden I found them serving you,

they buzzed all day singing Waheguru,

By Your kind grace they became pure and true,

Serving your flowers I bring the scent to you’.

And the Guru King sung God’s command,

‘Bring your head on the palm of your hand,

Step onto my path and don’t look back,

Else your vulture friends will attack’.

Tears streaming down the wind began to say,

‘I have no other home or place to stay,

The world is temporary only you are true,

So I desire to play this game with you’.

The Guru King hugged him to His chest,

The brave young wind had passed the test,

Five beloved Bees prepared amrit honey

For the wind to begin his fantastic journey.

The wind soared up to a record height,

And reveled in pure and utter delight

Now controlled by the Guru King like a kite,

And protected forever by the Guru’s Might.

[Guest kaur1699]

I asked God,

"What can I do for Thee?"

For I am no one special;

for I am just me

I am not the most beautiful;

nor the world's strongest

My skin is not the fairest;

In question,

is the existence of my I.Q

That I don't even have one,

some would surely argue

I lack the credentials

of supreme intelligence

Some even doubt

that I have common sense

I lack the persuasion

of eloquent speech

and some would even say

that my poems reek

and alas,

I have no fortune or fame

No wealth associated

with my name

So, what can I do for Thee?

For I am only me

And God said,

"You can Pray.

Anywhere, anytime, anyday.

You need not be beautiful,

though you are in My eyes

and wisdom I shall impart,

when in Me, you reside.

My words shall be

in your mouth to speak.

And as honeycomb,

they shall be sweet.

And thou art blessed

with no fortune or fame

for this would only hinder

for the only wealth

is in My NAME

This you must remember

The only thing you can do.

The greatest thing you can do....

IS PRAY

IF u CAN do this...

then you are by far...

the most beautiful,

strongest, intelligent, wisest,

fortunate, and wealthiest person

in the whole world...

if only in My eyes."

(From Chatty's Corner - Poems of Praise)

[Guest kaur1699]

I got up early one morning

And rushed right into the day

I had so much to accomplish

That I didn't take time to pray.

Problems just tumbling about me -

And heavier each task :

"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.

He answered : "You didn't ask."

I wanted to see joy and beauty -

But the day toiled on, gray and bleak:

I wondered why God didn't show me,

He said : "But you didn't seek."

I tried to come into God's presence

I used all my keys at the lock;

God gently and lovingly chided:

"My child, you didn't knock."

I woke up early this morning

And paused before entering the day;

I had so much to accomplish

That I had to take time and pray.

[SINGHNI]

im not sure who wrote this but its the most nicest poem or piece i have ever read.

TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL SIKH WOMEN…

To all the beautiful Sikh women…

“Why are you crying?†a young naujawan asked his mum.

“Because I’m a woman,†she told him.

“I don’t understand,†he said.

His mum just hugged him and saidâ€

“And you never willâ€â€¦â€¦â€¦

Later the boy asked his daddy,

“Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?â€

“All women cry for no reason†was all his daddy

could say……..

The little boy grew up and became a man, still

wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to WAHEGURU JI;

When he got on the phone, the

Man asked

“O WAHEGURU JI, why do women cry so easily?â€

WAHEGURU said…

“When I made a women she had to be special. I made

her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world: yet, gentle

enough to give comfort….

I gave her a inner strength to endure childbirth

and a rejection that many times comes from her children…..

I gave her hardness that allows her to keep going

when everyone gives up and take care of her family through sickness and

fatigue without complaining…….

I gave her sensitivity to love her children

under any and all circumstances,

even when her child has hurt them very badly…….

This same sensitivity helps her make a child’s boo-boo feel better and

shares in their teenager’s anxieties and fears…….

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned

her to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but

sometimes tests her strength and her resolve to stand beside him

unfalteringly.

I also gave her a tear to shed, it’s hers

Exclusively to use whenever it is needed.

It’s not her weakness, it is her strength…

It’s a tear for mankind……….â€

The beauty of women is not in the cloths she

Wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a women must be seen in her eyes, because that is the door way

to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of women is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in women is in

Reflected in her soul. It is the caring that lovingly gives, the passion

that she shows and the beauty of a women, with passing years, only grows!

Womanhood is the strength of the Panth. She bears our future generations.

She nurtures them because she spends more time with her young. She can help

Sikhi to flourish or she can bring about its demise.

Sikhi is the future for mankind and ‘she’ is it’s most important tool for the future. Nanak said so over 500years ago. Let us now practice giving women their rightful place in sikhi.

Power to Sikh Womanhood into the next Millenium.

[Amrikingh]

Nice post Rob about Sikh Women

"Tears streaming down the wind began to say,

‘I have no other home or place to stay,

The world is temporary only you are true,

So I desire to play this game with you’. "

Very true, this world is an illusion, get a jaabi and open your hearts "its your real world" :wink:

waheguru

[Guest kaur1699]

A Mountian of a Man

Long flowing beard as white as snow

Battle clothes bluer than the river flow

Face shining more than the sun we know

Waheguru's light gives him this glow.

Riding in front of the Khalsa Army

On a mission to uproot the evil enemy

How dare the Muslims invade this place

The Golden Temple is not their base.

Baba Deep Singh ji:

Roars like a quake - makes the planet shake

The empire of evil is about to break

Rides like the wind against those who've sinned

The Storm of justice is about to begin.

Furious and frightening his grip is tightening

Around the Khanda - sharp as lightening

Strikes the Khanda with a crack of thunder

Blessed by the power of the God of Wonder.

2 miles before the Golden Temple trouble

His head is chopped off in a mighty struggle

Miracle of miracles he gets up to fight

The body is dead - the spirit still has might!

He promised Guru jee to reach the holy land

Now he fights holding his head in his hand

Running out time he throws his precious head

Guru jee carries it to the Golden temple instead.

Long flowing beard as white as snow

Battle turban bluer than the river flow.

Face shining more than the sun we know

Waheguru's light gives him this glow.

The Perfect Saint Soldier saved the holy land

Fearless he stood - mountain of a man

I will never forget Baba Deep Singh jee

The perfect follower of Guru Gobind Singh jee.

(By Harjit Singh Lakhan )

[FuriousJatt]

this is some wicked stuff...

[K4ur]

has any1 got that poem "footsteps"? :?:

Its my fav poem in the whole world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Gurjeet Kaur]

Footprints in the Sand

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonged to him and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."

The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you".

[RedPrincess]

wow...thas sure is a great poem FootPrint....

[K4ur]

THANKYOU SO MCUH

That poem was read in am assembly at skool 1 tie, and i was BOOSTED when i heard it....

Really special

Thanku penji.

[Jagroop Singh]

“Life is but a dream and death is coming soon to disturb this illusion.

Until and unless we come to such a state of mind,

and realise death before leaving this body,

we will not reach our goal and purpose in this lifetime.â€

Shaheed Bhai Fauja Singh (1936 - 1978)

how?

our mouths do love

to talk of shaheed.

can the imprisoned

SPEAK

of the freed?

our ears do cherish

the grace of their words.

was it us

WHO LISTENED

and heard?

our eyes do cry

for the dust off their feet…

walk to

DEATH

or retreat?

our hearts will run

after a glimpse of their face…

will the loveless

reach

Their Place?

[Jagroop Singh]

"Days and nights are decreasing,

Oh my mind!

Meet The True Guru,

Who will set your affairs in order."

Siree Guru Granth Sahib Ji

Suhaagan

His friend forever calls him

amidst the crowded place

She whispers

left unheard

melts amongst

the mundane

To the poisoned lover he clings

while she beckons undisturbed

How devoted

the Beloved's bride

remaining faithful to the other

Every day she weeps for him

her tears

are GurPrasaad

He should change

his cheating ways

let her find Eternal Love

The locks upon the tower

yield to no-one but himself

If only he could listen

to her

quiet

plea

for Love

He would close the mansion's doors

and break the chains of bondage

The Love

that keeps her

yearning

would free her from the tower

The Husband awaits her arrival

he sends the coach of Naam

As helpless

grains

of

sand

Tumble

down

his

hour

glass

[singh khalistan da]

NEE MILAN NU MERA BAHUTA JEE KARDA,

DIN VEE BEETA,RAAT VEE BEETI,TAK TAK RAAH TERI MEIN JEOONDA,

KADE HASDA TE KADE RONDA,CHIT MERA NA KHALONDA,

TERE DARSAN KE MEIN NAAHI LAYAK PHIR VEE AAS LAGAE BAITHA,

KE HIRDA MERA MAILA TE MAT MERI HANKARI,

KE MEIN TAAN UH MARHA PAPI,JO PAP APNE TO MUKARDA.

PAR MERE SAI KIRPA KEE-JE,DAAS KEE ARDAAS PARVAAN KEE-JE,

KE SANSAAR HIRDE DASTAK DENDA,SAMBHAL SAMBHAL KE VEE MEIN DULDA,

JE BHAVO TAAN MAINU RAKHO,MUJHDE DULDE BHAROSE NU PAAR LAGAVO,

GHAR VICH AAVO SAI,KE DARAN,SANSAAR NA PAHILAN AA KE VAS JAAVE

[A_Singh_but_cant_Sing]

I have a poem here but dont know who wrote it, if anyone knows please reply, it is really beautyful.

SUKHMANI

"Eh akhar nahi eh pathre nahi".

These are not words these are not pages

"Eh akhar nahi eh pathre nahi",

These are not words these are not pages

"Eh seena hai Guru Arjan dha".

This is the body of Guru Arjan Dev ji

"Eh seena hai Guru Arjan dha",

This is the body of Guru Arjan Dev ji

"Darshan karna sukhmani dha",

If you read Sukhmani sahib

"Darshan karna Guru Arjan dha".

It is like you are in the presense of Guru Arjan Dev ji.

[singh khalistan da]

wahegurooooo

waheguroooooooooo

gr8 poems by kaur 1699. waheguroo ji.

[mehtab]

Dhann Guru Teg Bahadur Sahib

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

This poem is for few of those Hindus who have completely forgotten the unparallel sacrifice of Guru Teg Bahadur Sahib

For you He left His family, His son, His wife

For you He didn’t hesitate to sacrifice His life

For you He courted arrest, and suffered all tortures

To fill your life with the roses of happiness, and joy filled orchards

For you He saw His Sikhs sawn and boiled

The hands of the Mughals with blood were soiled

For you He refused all pleasures and comforts

And accepted the pains that can shake all hearts

For you He rejected proposals of wealth

So that your generations could thrive in health

For you He sacrificed His body and His head

So that you could live fearlessly and earn your bread

Have you forgotten all He has done

His people you made the object of fun

Have you forgotten the legacy of His martyrdom

that to the oppression of His people you act deaf and dumb?

Have you forgotten His sacrifice, oh so complete!

That today His message for you has become totally obsolete!

Have you forgotten that He is your saviour

Or the Mughals would do to you what else but devour

Forget not the One who saved you

Protected your honor and carried you through

Forget not the One who took all the pains

Death for Himself, for you all the gains

Forget not the One who had His head severed

Today His people are mocked by you, instead of being revered

Wake up my dear, before its too late

Your silence and indifference is ruining your own fate

Wake up my dear, or you will pay a cost

Hatred will fume and all love will be lost

Wake up my dear, and recognize this fact

What He did for you was an ultimate act!

Wake up my dear, wake up and bow down

Bow down to the Master of Sikhs, the Sikhs whom you labelled a clown

Wake up my dear, and say after me

Say with your heart and you will be free

Dhann Guru Teg Bahadur, tu Hind di chaddar

Tu hi sadda sacha patshah tu hi sadda rehbar

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

~Rochak

[mehtab]

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA

WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

a small attempt by daas to describe his feelings to Guru Sahib

Thankless I am

Thankless I am, for being totally blind

Calling you cruel, although YOU were kind

Thankless I am, for throwing all the blame

When it was my mind that was totally lame

Thankless I am, for calling them bad times

Which actually cut the sins of my past crimes

Thankless I am, for not understanding

That YOU always give, and yet I am demanding

Thankless I am, for not being able to rejoice

And not knowing that every sound, was nothing but YOUR voice

Thankless I am, for being such a fool

Unaware that YOU gave me, every possible tool

Thankless I am, for never apologizing

Always drawing conclusions after senseless analyzing

Thankless I am, for always complaining

Crying for what I lost, forgetting what I am gaining

Thankless I am, for whenever life was hell

I lost my faith, and would cry and yell

Thankless I am, I ran after this world

Wounds and pain, that is what it hurled

Thankless I am, as my mistakes are repeated

My weak human eyes don't see YOU, so high YOU are seated

Thankless I am, the most thankless one ever

And yet YOU love and care for me, and forget me never

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA

WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

~Rochak

[singh khalistan da]

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