I ask thee,what good life has offer to me ?

A smile innocent, joyous, reasonless, free
a flower, a river - unasking, outflowing with glee
butterfly splashing color, cuckoo's beak sweet
nameless zephyr, mountains steep.

A finger holding mums hand, fearless yet weak
a labourer sweating for the next meal
a nameless unexpected blessing in need
fearless warriors dying for righteous ideal
a rainy day,fragrance of earth in air deep... .. .

Strange moods??

Like a vessel empty, a river dry,
a board blank, a sleep deep,
a vacantness permeates, within'n'without,
joyness seems bandage, relations a bondage,
desires desireless, nothing precious worthy,
a pathless voyage, a meaningless existance,
instincts steer, game of survival'n'fear..... . . .

Kaljug seduces, my house in hopeless turmoil,
body shivers,mind fears, doubt piercing faith foil,
i close my senses, holding my Pritam's robe tight,
Sahibs linen pure white, hands mine smudged in soil,
my head i wave as choir, praising Guru with swollen eyes,
dont forsake a worthless spoil, in shame i cry.

From each breath to the other
from one street of thought to another
from innocence to a concscience asunder
a man plundered to one in awe'n'wonder
You held my finger.


Among depths and crests
among tears,to laughters blest
in fretful disobedience,embraced to your chest
doubt smeared,limpid eyes smitten with zest
You held my finger.

Moon in night,her eyes alight,
spoke wordlesslessly,of pains she hide,
like dams of might,holding on tight.

Merciless 'dukh',rained all night,
pond splashed'n'overflowed at times,she hid behind a forced smile,
quivering a whispering prayer,baring soul naked blind.

Mentally tormented,physically drained,helplessly at Waheguru stared
unanswered but prayed,hoping she's not alone in despair.
(Waheguru Sang Sang)