It’s time to move on as they say..
It’s time to begin a new life but once again...
I don’t know how to go about this time...
How to let go off the emotions,
That I held so dearly in my heart...
My mind refuses to believe
That it wasn’t as beautiful as it all seemed to be...

The thoughts of that yesterday still embedded in my mind
Drown me more in pain and I only see mist before my eyes...
How wonderful it all looked...
For I thought it was all for real...
I’d never thought it to be otherwise!


Does it take courage to start again?
Or more.. I wonder..
I don’t know if I have the courage to do so
But something tells me that tomorrow will come and it shall be a beautiful one
A new one!


There’s always hope for a tomorrow
There’s always a new dawn awaiting us..
I wonder if I am ready for a new dawn..


The now seems empty and scary at times...
But I shall have to start once again...
I know not how it will happen..


Time heals everything is the old adage..
I only wish the yesterday wasn’t as painful
That would need a healing..

Even though my heart quivers while I say this..
I’ll gear up again, once again...
Rise above these emotions..
And welcome a tomorrow
That once again
Guru Sahib Ji would bring...
A happy and a generous one is what my heart says...
            "Sukh Saagar Gurdey Hai.... "


Shabad by Bhai Gurdas Ji  :-)

ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਗੁਣੀ ਨਿਧਾਨ ਹੈ ਗੁਣ ਕਰਿ ਬਖਸੈ ਅਵਗੁਣਿਆਰੇ।
Satigur Gounee Nidhaanu Hai Goun Kari Bakhasai Avagouniaaray.
The true Guru is the store house of virtues who out of his benevolence blesses even the wicked ones.

1 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੧

ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪੂਰਾ ਵੈਦੁ ਹੈ ਪੰਜੇ ਰੋਗ ਅਸਾਧ ਨਿਵਾਰੇ।
Satiguru Pooraa Vaidu Hai Panjay Rog Asaadh Nivaaray.
The true Guru is a perfect physician who cures all the five chronic ailments.
2 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੨

ਸੁਖ ਸਾਗਰੁ ਗੁਰੁਦੇਉ ਹੈ ਸੁਖ ਦੇ ਮੇਲਿ ਲਏ ਦੁਖਿਆਰੇ।
Soukh Saagaru Gurudayu Hai Soukh Day Mayli Laay Doukhiaaray.
Guru is ocean of pleasures who happily absorbs in him the sufferers.
3 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੩

ਗੁਰ ਪੂਰਾ ਨਿਰਵੈਰੁ ਹੈ ਨਿੰਦਕ ਦੋਖੀ ਬੇਮੁਖ ਤਾਰੇ।
Gur Pooraa Niravairu Hai Nidak Dokhee Baymoukh Taaray.

The perfect Guru is away form enmity and He liberates even the slanderers, envious ones and the apostates.
4 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੪

ਗੁਰ ਪੂਰਾ ਨਿਰਭਉ ਸਦਾ ਜਨਮ ਮਰਣ ਜਮ ਡਰੈ ਉਤਾਰੇ।
Guru Pooraa Nirabhau Sadaa Janam Maran Jam Darai Outaaray.
The perfect Guru is fearless who always dispels the fear of transmigration and Yama, the god of death.
5 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੫

ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਸੁਜਾਣੁ ਹੈ ਵਡੇ ਅਜਾਣ ਮੁਗਧ ਨਿਸਤਾਰੇ।
Satiguru Purakhu Sujaanu Hai Vaday Ajaan Mougadh Nisataaray.
The true Guru is that enlightened one who saves ignorant fools and even the unknown ones.
6 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੬

ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਆਗੂ ਜਾਣੀਐ ਬਾਹ ਪਕੜਿ ਅੰਧਲੇ ਉਧਾਰੇ।
Satiguru Aagoo Jaaneeai Baah Pakarhi Anphalay Udhaaray.
The true Guru is known as such a leader who catching hold from the arm takes the blind also across (the world ocean).
7 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੭

ਮਾਣੁ ਨਿਮਾਣੇ ਸਦ ਬਲਿਹਾਰੇ ॥੧੯॥
Maanu Nimaanay Sad Balihaaray 19
I am sacrifice unto that true Guru who is the pride of the humble ones
8 ਵਾਰਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਗੁਰਦਾਸ : ਵਾਰ ੨੬ ਪਉੜੀ ੧੯ ਪੰ. ੮

Labels: blessing, colours, God's love, Poem

A cloudy morning...
Gush of cool breeze...
I could see the leaves dancing...
The beautiful drizzle in the air, made me smile
Literally transferred me to another world...


I felt as though..
I’d touched a new note...
Something like a pianist feels...
When he plays a new note
That brings him much joy, a heavenly feel...
A feeling that washes away...
Every thought
That had ever saddened him, that had shaken his soul...


It was lovely to see the pianist,
Sit down with a new smile...
And lay his fingers on the piano again...
He played with an exuberance that he’d never felt before...


His soul wished
to erase every thought,
That had stopped him from playing...


What had led the pianist to play again
I wondered...
I saw a radiant face
And heard a new song...
As he played...
He continued playing the keys, his soul drenched in a new joy...


I felt as though a father’s hand had clenched his hands,
That were all shaken...
Guru Sahib had led his son
To strike a new chord today...
To let go off the pain...


Guru Sahib’s words...
Were so elevating
His words had a power
That didn’t allow
His child to drown again...
As His warm hands clasped the childs’


Guru Sahib then embraced His son
That led Him to sit down
And play again...
The healing touch of His father, the never ending love of Guru Sahib...
Led the little soul to look up
And sing a new song today...

Labels: faith, Poem