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By Anonymou(S.)


I stole these pics from a n(A.)ughty kid

who also stole mine a few months back.

The Song Of The Sikh

Prof. Puran Singh "Ah ! Well, let my hair grow long; I cannot forget the knot He tied on my head; It is sacred, it is his mark of remembrance. The Master has bathed me In the light of suns not yet seen; There is eternity bound in this tender fragile knot. I touch the sky when I touch my hair, And a thousand stars twinkle through the night. Who says the hair is no more than grass ? Yet a single hair is a dear remembrance, An heirloom, a trust, a pledge, a love, A vow, an inspiration. My form is but a statue of dumb gratitude for The knot of Friendship tied by those Kings of Eternity, The Gurus who came to the Punjab; The Saviours who were gracious to love me, and Made me a home in the Realm of Eternal Beauty."

Neurosis Revisited

ਮਨ ਮੈਂਡਾ ਕਾਸਾ ਏ
ਮਾਹੀਏ ਦੇ ਵਸਲ ਬਾਝੋਂ
ਹਰ ਜੁਗ ਬੇਆਸਾ ਏ

-ਪ੍ਰਭਸ਼ਰਨਬੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ

An Interpretation of Neurosis

ਹੱਥ ਖਾਲੀ ਕਾਸਾ ਏ
ਅੱਜ ਕੱਲ੍ਹ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦਾ
ਹਰ ਬਸ਼ਰ ਪਿਆਸਾ ਏ

-ਕੁਲਵੰਤ ਸਿੰਘ ਗਰੇਵਾਲ


ਰਹਿਮਤ ਦਾ ਸਾਇਆ ਏ
ਮਨ ਜੇਹਾ ਨਾਗ ਕੋਈ ਨਾ
ਸਭ ਦੇਸ ਪਰਾਇਆ ਏ

-ਪ੍ਰਭਸ਼ਰਨਬੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ

ਪਰਦੇਸੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ

ਨਾਗਾਂ ਦਾ ਸਾਇਆ ਏ
ਲੁਕਵੇਂ ਨੇ ਡੰਗ ਭੋਲਿਆ
ਬਚ ਮੁਲਕ ਪਰਾਇਆ ਏ

-ਕੁਲਵੰਤ ਸਿੰਘ ਗਰੇਵਾਲ

I wonder what to think about these lines

"I imagine the gift of an infinite suffering, of blood and open bodies...I imagine the earth projected into space, like a woman screaming, her head in flames. I can only perceive a succession of cruel splendors whose very movement require that I die: this death is only the exploding consumption of all that was, the joy of existence of all that comes into the world; even my own life demands that everything that exists ceaselessly give itself to be annihilated."
-George Bataille

It reminds me of something terrible.

ਮੈਂ ਵਕਤ ਗੁਜ਼ਾਰਾਂ ਰੋ ਰੋ ਕੇ

Bear Creek Garden


Before the LAW

Franz Kafka

BEFORE THE LAW stands a doorkeeper. To this door-keeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. "It is possible," says the doorkeeper, "but not at the moment." Since the gate stands open, as usual, and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man stoops to peer through the gateway into the interior. Observing that, the doorkeeper laughs and says: "If you are so drawn to it, just try to go in despite my veto. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the least of the door-keepers. From hall to hall there is one doorkeeper after another, each more powerful than the last. The third doorkeeper is already so terrible that even I cannot bear to look at him." These are difficulties the man from the country has not expected; the Law, he thinks, should surely be accessible at all times…