Wednesday, August 03, 2011
As the Heart Meanders...
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

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Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Standing still...
As I looked at the empty canvas, which sat on the easel… its whiteness lost in the sands of time… it could have had many shades, many colours… had I painted…

Today as I stare at it, not knowing what to do… the paints, the brushes, and the palette that lie before me… are perhaps calling out to me… to play with them again…

There was a deep joy, a happiness that is beyond words… which engulfed my heart every time I played with colours… the brushes…and the smell of turpentine… it was a different world perhaps… where each moment had its own music… There was an intrinsic satisfaction each time I tried to paint… not knowing what would be the end… I quietly enjoyed every moment that I spent with the canvas, the colors, the brushes… was it kindergarten I ask myself… it wasn’t but it seemed as though it was like that phase of life…

I stand still looking at my old friend ‘my canvas’, which is perhaps waiting for me to begin again… to play again… am afraid if I’d be able to so… EVER…

Something beckons me to play with the colours again… I may have forgotten to paint… and forgotten to bask in this gift of life… which is so valuable… I hope Guru Sahib Ji would give me the strength to paint again… to play again… play again…

The music never dies… one can hear it even in the stillness of time… so is our relation with colours… brushes… the palette… Hoping to hear the music again… wishing to play again… to capture the little joys in every breath of life…

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