Colors Of Love & Life

(My cutie little niece Piya a.k.a Gurpiya,I just love her)



Colors bright on the hands of life,
life gazes inquisitively with her eyes,
no one knows whats on her mind,
She's just happy with those colors bright,
those sparkling eyes-
I feel somethin's hidden behind.






Emotions aplenty i see on her face,
She seems joyous with gayness sheer,
that simplicity & calmness much so rare,
there's a world outside she's just unaware,
jealousy,hatred & passions blind are out of her sphere,
I Cry!i cry!Oh life beautiful-
Let me see the world through the eyes you wear.

(Another) Desire

Desire desire, thou 'where
In eyes flickering, charcoal stare
In gestures, a portrait in layers
Permeating words, charging the airs.


Desire, are thou the current of life?
the relentless strife - causeless, imposed, acquired drive
a means to another bend - passtime, distraction, mirage stuffing the void
a hood, a mask, a veil - ignoring, the meaninglessness of life.

.... .

Desire ,beyond ye what exists?
an ennui, a blank, a void - death?

You define me, you color me,
What's 'my' color, without ye?

When movement of thought ceases,
What survives, listless coma or bliss?

Is Mukti a myth?
a fable, balm for inflictions of the mind?



PS: Previous desire: http://sikhlife.blogspot.com/search?q=desire

Why a Poem?

A poem speaks when words limit,
when soul overflows,mind stills,
moments of gurkirpa,lords divine will-
when Guru himself fills elixir,moorakh drinks.

yellow sun-flower bright
bee stung by nectar,flower latched to light
need feeds - winds kite.

Flower petals sailin' on waves
fickle,fresh,flowing - without ways.

i breathe deep watching flute of youth played,
petal sinks - trumpetting carvan withdraws to shade.

A flower petal salin' on waves
dry, dead, demarked by wrinkles - breaks.

(Eternal tale of youth to senility
Ode to marvel of life - i pay.)