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The motivation for my poems arises from the basic need to make sense of my surroundings and to try to ascertain the purpose of life. Poetry can convey those feelings which at times are inexpressible. A poem can be interpreted in a multitude of ways and each reader's experience will differ. The most sublime example of this principle being the Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji, the Sikh book of divine knowledge. reflecting on the truth palvinder kaur
Peace In The Midst of Pain
Cup of Nectar
Pounding Drums
Our Love The heights to which my soul has risen Mere words cannot explain Nor justify the depth of feeling As your love sweeps away my pain Each tender word brings relief Restoring countless wounds of mistrust These moments will endure the test of time As each sour memory turns to dust We will not contain this love Instead it will spread far and wide Bringing relief to those less fortunate Whilst killing our egotism and pride Keeping it alight through testing times ahead Let us pray that God shelters our flame Our light will shine a thousand times brighter Each time we lovingly recite his Name
Obsessions
You stumble in the darkness searching for a flicker Whilst the matches rest in your pocket With your shoes held tightly against your chest You walk through the burning ash You drink freely from the poisoned chalice Yet shun His ambrosial nectar Begging for a drop to quench your thirst You pass along the crystal river Enemies are embraced with open arms As your forgotten friends look on Disease ravages your frail body As you pour away the medicine. You have walked this path countless times before Yet you claim to be lost His words lie before you In a familiar tongue Yet you plead ignorance Self pity has chained you To your obsessions It is time to use your key
Despair
Overwhelming grief Lies perfectly still As token smiles Satisfy the bill Wretched denial Devalues the truth Refusing the case Demanding more proof Performance applauded Different scenes inside Tears and frustration Draw swords against pride Apart from the time Nothing has changed The return visit Will soon be arranged The cycle will turn Illusions wonÃt fade Until the first steps Are lovingly made
Gurmukh
Crowds cut by a presence Sharper than his sword Silk scarf of ebony Frames his countenance Beauty unchecked Most gracious armour Two pools of darkness Catch my breath They see all Refusing to condemn Crown of pure blue Rests high above Concealing a strength Untamed by mortality This is no lustful encounter Only deep admiration For a being who stands At the border of immortality
Contentment
To
reject all that surrounds you Without a second thought To
stop chasing the dreams All others have desperately sought
To keep your love focused Whilst temptations call To rise high among them Yet be ready to take a fall
To question only yourself And let all others be To accept inevitable Death And walk fearless and free
To receive fault without anger And praise without the pride To help the forgotten ones Placing them equally at your side
To do all of this with Love Without calculating its worth Is surely the most gracious way To spend this priceless birth
Tormented Traveller
When I forget you I am lost I stand at each junction alone Each of these paths will lead me on To a destination unknown
Those false friends are always near Giving a wrong direction Leading me away from you Severing a sacred connection
It is getting dark, I am scared The Sun will soon disappear I have travelled such a distance Yet still I am nowhere near
The road is so treacherous The soles of my feet are sore I have walked a million steps But must walk a million more
Divine Love
A lesser love would not survive in this raging ocean It would have lain battered and bruised against merciless rocks Its path chosen without consent by the restless waves Trembling at the endless expanse which lay before it It would beg for a certainty where hope had drowned
Divine Love accepts the ocean It rides with the current whilst sailing its own path Nothing breaks its spirit It cannot fear that which permeates through it It is the ocean It is the waves Carrying itself towards the place where the ocean lies still
The Great Train Journey
Why is this train Going so bloody fast? I've lost track of all The stations we've past. Just blurred faces At the platform edge If one of them sat by me I wouldn't notice. I swear it going faster It wasn't this fast before The old lady sniggers IT WASN'T THIS FAST! In fact a lad my age Is asking the ticket collector The same question As we speak. I can't believe I would beg for it To go faster than this. I've wanted to get off before So I've walked up to the doors Put my finger on open button Then I see all these hungry faces Staring at me from Behind the glass One of them could hurt me So I scuttle back to my seat. I really need to get off Not forever though Just a few days I know thats dangerous You might not get back on But I'll go mad soon. Why is it going so fast? I want to get off Watch the train Take it all in What if I reach my stop Having never got off? Sometimes the journey Is so quiet Hardly anyone gets on I should reflect then But I don't I start fantasising about Who's at the next stop. It could end at any moment This journey I don't know where This ticket will take me I never bought it This lady had to get off The other week Had the wrong ticket She cried so much. Some people get off early Don't know why I swear they were going To the same place as me There«s this bloke Who's always smiling He doesn't stay on I'm sure of it He leaves, slips out Leaving all his stuff Then he returns again How does he get the right train? At some stations we pull up Alongside another train I swear some of the people On the other train We're on this one Where are they going now? Oh I need to get off Why is the train Going so bloody fast?
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