Whispering Thoughts

 In the burning cauldrons,  through the humming saws,  across the poles -  wrapped in cotton and set aflame,  and in the swift strike of tyrant's sword...  Thy hymnical glories resonate. For when Thy hallowed,  and superlatively glorious name,  seeps into our hearts,  we are boundlessly blessed,  abundantly enriched with unparalleled contentment.  And in Thy remembrance...  Thy grace be...Thy merciful glance be... we know no strife or suffering. Raam naam ur mai gahio jaa kai sam nahee koi|| Jeh simrat sankat mitai daras tuhaaro hoi|| Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

A chapter from the life of Guru Nanak, The Light : Part - 1 Reveling in conjugal bliss with the Light, she walks on the path, wise and right. Her life perfect, euphoric and joyous. Meaningful too, not shallow nor pompous. Oft she dwells on the Supreme absolute, sits with laity and sings hymns to the lute. Questions the blinding ritualistic grasps, raises the parish beyond worldly clasps. Serves the congregation with utmost love, follows His Word from the heavens above.   Part - 2 And thus she lives as days pass by, saintly, exalted figure, people doth deify. Sulakhni, they call her, the virtuous one. In the Light, she finds, her midnight sun. Sincere and earnest, her faith is rewarded. She says, it happens – this boon is awarded. Part - 3   There are zealots there and scoffers too, plenty of them, jeering at all that you do. And so a bunch of cynics is waiting today, to test her faith, to mock and downplay. Skilled ascetics, with powers immense, elements they control with prac...

In bewitching hours,  flame within, ignites the bored.  Feisty, carved gourds smile. Linking with Ronovan Writes Welfare unto all  Rab rakha