Sunday, January 25, 2009
Like the pendulum of the clock...
Like the pendulum of the clock... the heart swings to its own momentums...
Sometimes happy, sometimes fearful..
At times dancing like a child who is oblivious of a tomorrow......
And at times still as a rock....
Clouded with emotions i land nowhere... just like the pendulum of the clock...
Seeking refuge in Shabad... searching for peace, a happiness that may always remain with me...
And I quietly wonder gazing upwards for the heavenly showers...
the merciful rains of Guru Sahib Ji...
But i don't even know how to be humble, how to leave everything when i come at the Guru's feet...
While i walk uphill... a sudden spring of happiness overwhelms me...
And then plagued with emotions... i dread walking further...
Perhaps one day it might rain... the most beautiful showers from Guru Sahib Ji... i tell myself...
"Mai Har Bin Avar Na Koyee Belee Mera Pitaa Maataa Har Sakhaayaa........................."
Sometimes happy, sometimes fearful..
At times dancing like a child who is oblivious of a tomorrow......
And at times still as a rock....
Clouded with emotions i land nowhere... just like the pendulum of the clock...
Seeking refuge in Shabad... searching for peace, a happiness that may always remain with me...
And I quietly wonder gazing upwards for the heavenly showers...
the merciful rains of Guru Sahib Ji...
But i don't even know how to be humble, how to leave everything when i come at the Guru's feet...
While i walk uphill... a sudden spring of happiness overwhelms me...
And then plagued with emotions... i dread walking further...
Perhaps one day it might rain... the most beautiful showers from Guru Sahib Ji... i tell myself...
"Mai Har Bin Avar Na Koyee Belee Mera Pitaa Maataa Har Sakhaayaa........................."
