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Vaaheguroo Jee Kaa Khaalsaa Vaaheguroo Jee Kee Fateh. Saadh sangat jee, after a number of recent events and thoughts i have been having, i thought to myself it would be a wise idea to declutter my mind, and spill out onto paper my emotions, thoughts and feelings. In doing so, i devised a poem of the experiences we have all had, whether we are born into sikhi and raised as a sikh, or born as a westerner, such as myself, who too has had to do that searching, and was blessed by Maharaaj with such a beautiful path. Id like to share this with you... The Search© Oh lord of the universe; for my mouth is parched, my eyes teary and my limbs are so heavy. By your glance of grace I beg you, please release my soul and body from such a state; and free my consciousness from this cage of bone. Dear lord, my soul yearns for your naam. For I am a mere raindrop from the cloud-ridden heavens, and a mere ray of light from the ball of fire. Please as a son to his father, take me unto your shelter For I am lost, wandering in all four directions I am still looking for it, whilst some have been searching their entire lives For where can you be found dear father? In the peaks and heavens of the Himalayas Or the depths of the world ocean? For are you found under the canopies of the world’s great rainforests Or are you hiding in the shadows of my deepest thoughts? There are those that fill the void with the world’s riches of mayaa; And there are those that live in seclusion, still searching, still calling There are those that bow and pray in the shadows of great halls Those that deny you, and those that utter divine scripture and texts But tell me dear father? Where is the place, and the time I can find you? ~ Do I scream, do I chant, do I pray or do I sing? Do I bow to idols, prophets, brothers or kings? Do I follow the words of Jesus Christ, Mohammed, Abraham or Raam? Krishnaa, Shivaa, Moses, or simply worship the naam? Do I visit the church, the temple, the synagogue or the mosque? Do I pray to you in the morning, midday or at dusk? For are you in the winds that howl and whisper in my ear? Or can your voice be heard in the birds that flutter, that chirp and sing so queer? 8.4 million times I have taken incarnations, Had countless, friends, countless families and countless relations But all is temporary, for we are all your creation Maharaaj for I have been an actor upon your world-stage; and uttered many lines Played and danced with mayaa, oh so-so many times For now this life you have blessed me with your grace For I have finally after eons; clasped my tired eyes upon your radiant face Maharaaj, Allah, Yahweh and God, I no longer feel lost, begotten or down trod For you have been there all along, in my deepest of hearts For when I gave up my ego, clever tricks and stop trying to be smart Oh father I beg you let me clasp the hem of your robe Walk hand-in-hand with me to the end of the road, To the building with the great gold sparkling dome Through the gates to the place, the place I call home. By, Gora Singh©

Simply wrong.. These ppl can't be compared with guru sahibs or singhs of guru jees time. Very wrong practice and i bet none of this happens gurdwara under the control of SGPC or delhi ones..