SIKHLIFE: Conflict


Sunday, April 16, 2006


Not always has it come,
feeling for ambition,
the spark for worldly passion,
to take up the latest fashion,
to bathe in war for ration,
the cry for pleasure mansion,

Dont know!corrects what?
to jump and grope for 'it',
in that wild animal fit,
the 'it' which Guru clearly forbids.

Subtle boundaries do you really exist,
between heaven & hell,day & night,man & woman,
Whats right?what not!my urge gone wry.

Who's mine?as I grow,i know 'No'
still expecting for someone,for me to row
pleasure candy steeped in brandy,everywhere flows
sick me,searching the 'One' with a true glow.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

worst poem Ive ever come across

Wednesday, April 19, 2006 2:02:00 PM  
Blogger samar said...

Thankz for the feedback.

ps//One of the poems i forced when hanging in bluish upsetting moods.

Thursday, April 20, 2006 5:11:00 AM  
Blogger Sikhi Seeker said...

Maybe it's my limited understanding, but the 'One' in last line, was it suppose to be "one", 'cuz it changes the meaning i carry through the overall read. I like the poem with "one" :)

Monday, May 01, 2006 11:35:00 PM  
Blogger samar said...

Sat Sri Akaal!
Sikhiseeker ji,

<<'One' - with a true glow>> refers to a true Gursikh(as i meant it).

ਹਰਿ ਜਨ ਹਰਿ ਅੰਤਰੁ ਨਹੀ ਨਾਨਕ ਸਾਚੀ ਮਾਨੁ ॥੨੯॥
har jan har antar nahee naanak saachee maan. ||29|| (SGGS-1428.1)

Its my hearts deepest cry('n loudest) to meet a living embodiment of gursikhi jeevan.Well!i suppose i am a dirty egoistic keet to deserve such kirpa,but nonetheless it doesnt stop me from fantasizing about meeting such a pure soul.

Naam Chit Aave.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006 12:39:00 PM  

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