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I am the donkey, slowly carrying my master up this rocky mountainous path. My feet sore from all the sharp rocks, my throat dry from thirst. His whip my only friend. This is my life, I am truly cursed.

I remember my past life, how I was the king of the world. I possessed more wealth than any man before or shall ever be. My palace was heaven on earth. I had a thousand wives, a million servants, foolishly I thought this would last forever…

But it didn’t, and now I am my masters servant. My palace is this mountain and if I try to escape, I am beaten. Only now do I understand the true purpose of human life, but it is too late for me to pray to the almighty. Too late for me to get jeevan mukhti.

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one i wrote today

Sunrise

With sunrise I awoke in this world. The sky was red and the air was sweet and warm. The flowers danced with the wind, and the birds sang in tune that day I was born.

My face was fresh and my soul was pure. I remembered heaven and my thousands of lives before. I smiled with joy for my chance of salvation had finally been procured.

I promised my lord I would remember him, I would serve him and teach them all. In ego I thought this lowly servant could save this world.

Slowly the sun rose, minutes became hours, hours turned to days. The flowers all blossoming and showering me with their sweet scent of primrose. In love for this world, I slowly forgot my lord.

At midday, you were watching over me from high in the sky. Your rays of truth shone bright, but I chose to hide in the shade. I sought the darkness, I never cared for your tears of rain. I didn’t need you anymore.

I found happiness in all of the rare diamonds and jewels in this earth. Yet I was never content and my body always hungered for more. Evening approached and I was now missing those youthful days.

The sun now faded, and it was night. The moon shone so bright. I stared at the stars contemplating all I had achieved in this life. I remembered that distant star that once was my guiding light. As the clock struck 12, I breathed my last and then I realised I had failed you my lord.

vaheguru ji ka khalsa, vaheguru ji ke fateh

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I don't know the name of this poet, but I have had this memorized since childhood.

Ek bharosa aapka, mujhe sada Maharaaj

Binn daya Prabhu aapki, kaun sawaare kaaj

Sab kuch deena aapne, bhet karoon kya naath

Namaskaar ki bhet bhaj, jorroon mai dono haath

Teri meherbaani ka, hai bojh itna, jisey mai uthaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

Mai aa to gaya hoon, magar jaanta hoon, mai ser ko jhukaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

Yeh maanaa ki daataa ho, tum do jahaan ke

Jholi phelaaoon kaise tere dwaare aake

Jo pehle diya hai, who kuch kum nahi hai

Mai zaada uthaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

Tumhi ne adaa ki mujhe zindgaani

Mahima teri phir bhi mai na jaani

Karzdaar teri daya ka hoon itna

Jisey mai chukaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

Zamaane ki chaahat mein khud ko mitaaya

Vishyon mein phass kar tujhko bhulaaya

Gunehgar hoon mai, sazawaar itna

Tujhe mooh dikhaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

Tamanna yahi hai, ser ko jhuka loon

Tera deed ek baar jee bharke paa loon

Siva dil ke tukde ke, ai mere daata

Mai kuch bhi charhaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

Now here is the English translation

Ek bharosa aapka, mujhe sada Maharaaj

Oh Lord! I have faith in you and you alone, always

Binn daya Prabhu aapki, kaun sawaare kaaj

Oh Lord! Without your mercy, who will set my things right

Sab kuch deena aapne, bhet karoon kya naath

Oh Savior Lord! You give me everything, what should I offer you?

Namaskaar ki bhet bhaj, jorroon mai dono haath

With my hands folded, I offer my salutations unto you

Teri meherbaani ka, hai bojh itna, jisey mai uthaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

The weight of your blessings is so much that I am unable to bear it.

Mai aa to gaya hoon, magar jaanta hoon, mai ser ko jhukaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

Although I've come to you, but I know that I am not worth bowing my head to you.

Yeh maanaa ki daataa ho, tum do jahaan ke

I know that you are the Lord of both the worlds (don't know why he says "both")

Jholi phelaaoon kaise tere dwaare aake

How do I come to your door and beg you?

Jo pehle diya hai, who kuch kum nahi hai

What you've given me before isn't less at all

Mai zaada uthaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

I am unable to carry anymore

Tumhi ne adaa ki mujhe zindgaani

You gave me this life

Mahima teri phir bhi mai na jaani

I still ddn't understand your importance

Karzdaar teri daya ka hoon itna

I am indebted to you for your mercy

Jisey mai chukaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

I am unable to pay off this debt

Zamaane ki chaahat mein khud ko mitaaya

I destroyed myself in the love of this world

Vishyon mein phass kar tujhko bhulaaya

I got stuck in vices and forgot you

Gunehgar hoon mai, sazawaar itna

I am a culprit and heavily liable to be punished

Tujhe mooh dikhaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

I am not even worthy to show you my face

Tamanna yahi hai, ser ko jhuka loon

This is my only wish, that i may bow down at your feet

Tera deed ek baar jee bharke paa loon

For once I want to see you wholeheartedly

Siva dil ke tukde ke, ai mere daata

Oh my Benevolent Lord, except for my heart

Mai kuch bhi charhaane ke kaabil nahi hoon

I am not able to offer you anything else

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I might as well add mine in, I wrote this one a few months after the tragic deaths of the 3 Singhs n Lake Cumbria. Mght as well share it here.

My Three Brothers.

Three sons, three men, three kings, three last breaths,

Three mothers, three fathers, three brothers, three deaths,

The Almighty has taken back what he gave,

Under the condition that no one was allowed to save,

Accept the will and do not lament,

The hands they shook, laughs shared and happiness spent,

These three souls were born a different race,

Bravely they accepted fate and smiled Death in the face,

‘Brothers for life’, ‘immortal we shall stay’,

These were the words echoed on the Lake District bay,

When the authorities went below – they were shocked,

The three kings lay down smiling, all arms interlocked,

Thousands of tears, thousands of fears, from far and nears,

Had flowed to the Gurus Door with God’s name singing in their ears,

So, let nothing spiritually hinder,

The lives of Tajinder, Satbir and Harvinder.

Indy Saggu

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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

- 2pac

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heres one that i wrote today

Cold

The air is so cold that my mind shatters into a thousand pieces. My body burns and my eyes are frozen shut. My fingers and my toes turn black and my hair turns ice-white. Like a never-ending storm, this hurricane of destruction swirls deep within me.

Each breath is like a razor blade slicing my lungs…Slowly killing me. I feel frozen in time and space. I see the world through the eyes of a statue. I watch the sun rise and fade as seasons change.

The whole world is the variable, and I feel like the only constant. This separation is insatiable, I feel in content. You sculpted my outsides so perfectly, yet my insides are empty and incomplete.

Without your love burning within me…I live frozen in history

Vaheguru je ka khalsa, Vaheguru je ke fateh

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^^^

nice :)

well heres an attempt: its more musings after hearing a particular shabad: -

The unfortunate soul-bride makes this prayer: O Nanak, when will my turn come?

All the blessed soul-brides celebrate and make merry; bless me as well with a night of bliss, O Lord. ||1||

When listening to the powerful words uttered by the 5th Nanak, i found myself feeling such a mixed range of emotions.........i was delighted......that He is there waiting for me...............i longed for THAT embrace................the thought overpowered my senses............the frustrations of all the useless actions that only kept me furthur from my true Soulmate.................a sense of helplessness in knowing that i would not be embraced until it was time..............but the feeling of intense rage almost.............to see others happly running into His arms and I stood there on the sidelines watching..............such love.........so much FEELING.........

I longed to run with them, the luckyones, but my feet remained where there were......i watched..............i waited........i was not going to be called..................all i could do was beg........silently.............beg with all my heart for the perfect embrace............the one that would never let me go.............

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