Then Guru Teg Bahadur was only hope to shield the nation. Living happily with dignity left only in dream. Forgot their own identity, drown by humiliation. Strength equipped powerless, nobody hear their scream.
We ask for hope and strength, for remembrance and resilience, for commitments and promises to memorialize that dark dawn which hatched upon those pilgrims a crimson cacophony of military bombardments thirty years ago.
'Jesus, Allah, Krishna and all LORD, In different forms but the same “GOD”'
A Stoic but spokesman of other. A sceptic of such customs and also veteran. Who alive caring in heart of callous, who has vogue of convalescence for negativity
May the bliss in this life... Continue to heavens beyond.. May my soul travel in transition... From this bliss... To bliss beyond.....
~ An Enlightened Soul, Light of the Universe, a Lion: My mind cannot fully fathom, nor can my words possibly describe, The rare Light that graced our world that was Guru Gobind Singh ~
How can we forget Bluestar was evil Bluestar was cruel Now they’re trying to make us the fools.
To forget is to stop caring. To forget is to repeat. To forget is to cease loving each other. To forget is to die. Let us never and Never forget.
[VIDEO] Listen and think about this raw poetry that is full of contemplation. How do you envision Guru Nanak Dev Ji? Listen to Jaswant Zafar's poem, 'Nanak' this Gurpurab
[POEM] After listening to us, GOD decided to take away our harsh condition, To give the place of Bidar, a GOD’s magical creation. By sliding the piece of a stone, the fountain of fresh water burst,...
[POEM] This is a simple and heartfelt ode to the tenth Guru. 'Fortunate to be the son of the Great, Great guru Dashmesh' is a charming worthy read. This is how a child praises their father...
Such is your play, to frolic between the two As maya lures my mind, teasing me from You. O Waheguru, help me understand this play,...
This Baisakhi Day.......I slowed down long enough to say, “What is Baisakhi to me?.......What is it that will set me free?”
[VIDEO] I wanted to recite Goya the way it must have sounded to Guru Gobind Singh Ji’ over 3 centuries ago in the native accent of Bhai Nand Lal Ji.
A native Afghani Sikh recites a beautiful poem written by Bhai Nand Lal, the beloved of Guru Gobind Singh. This video touches not only the heart but on history as well. The 'Jewel of the Guru's court' was from Afghanistan and his poetry is even sung in Gurdwaras.
I AM ENJOYING THE CALM THE TRANQUILITY IS SO SOOTHING
THEY POINT FINGERS AT ME ~ AND TRY TO ISOLATE ME THE WORLD IS SO WICKED ~ SINISTER AND MORBID
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My Mom ~ A Love beyond expression
In the court of the Tenth Guru, Guru Gobind Singh, ushered in a new approach to literature, not only with regard to the understanding of the Sikh scripture Guru Granth Sahib, but the idea of comparative religion.
Oh yes I am wise But it’s wisdom born of pain Yes, I’ve paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to, I can do anything I am strong
YET, BEHOLD, THE JUSTICE AND THE MIGHT OF THE OMNIPOTENT IS SO BRIGHT AND SHINES IN THE DARKNESS
AS I FLOAT WITH THE WAVES ~ THE INTRINSIC UNDERTONE OF THE GURU'S GRACE... ~ AS I SING ALONG......
Today, Guru Gobind Singh Study Circle Canada organized a Baal Kavi Darbaar at Guru Singh Sabha Malton, in which over 40 participants recited poems in praise of Guru Panth and the teachings.
Beard flowing undone.... Like a tornado spun Here Baba Ji comes!.... Run Fauja Singh run! Make way everyone!.... The marathon's done But the miracle lives on
REMEMBER, YOU ARE THE SON.... OF THE ONE THAT GAVE UP HIS 'SARBANS' FOR THE KHALSA THE 'NYARA' KHALSA WITH THE BLOOD OF HIS OWN, HIS SIKHS, AND HIS OWN KIN.....
Sometimes its better to stand out than fit in! You are you. Set the bar. Be yourself! Be Confident! Make a difference!
I see a light and in that aura of eternal peace the windows of my soul open
After years of strife and pain, God has blessed me with a peace......I don't feel the anger...I don't feel the resentment towards the unholy....when I see them, I don't want to remember the atrocities...I just want to go up to them and say....".life is short ... why the bitterness?"....

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