The time has come it is quite clear

[Kara]

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

you built me up with your wishing hell

I didn't have to sell you

you threw your money in the pissing well

you do just what they tell you

REPENT, that's what I'm talking about

i shed the skin to feed the fake

REPENT, that's what I'm talking about

whose mistake am i anyway?

Cut the head off

Grows back hard

I am the hydra

now you'll see your star

prick your finger it is done

the moon has now eclipsed the sun

the angel has spread its wings

the time has come for bitter things

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

[Gupt daasan daas]

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

wat is the point of ure post?

bhula chuka maf

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

[ms514]

Sat Sri Akal:

Well, since we seem to be so fond of poetry, I thought that I, the inferior creation, would give it a whack. Forgive me if it is not up to your standards:

Aurangzeb tried, he failed and died.

Mir Mannu gave it his all, but more and more Sikhs fought his Apartheid.

The British schemed and plotted, but they returned to England with only their hide.

Indira Rani tried, and was sent to hell on a Bullet Ride.

Rajiv tried, but a brave Tamil blew him to bits outside.

Many tried to be Anti-Sikhs, none survived.

So friend, look at those who tried and let me with you confide...

KHALSA AKAL PURAKH JI FAUJ, PRAGATEO KHALSA PARMATAM KI MAUJ!!!

They come called Masti.

Disguising themselves behind names like Consolation of Philosophy.

Taunting and arrogant, they flaunt venom in estacy.

Forgetting that the Path lay in simplicity.

Fired by the five evils, they speak of Armageddon, yet cannot overcome their own duplicity.

Living on only vengance and haughty pride, they eat poison and drink animosity.

Then Gurdian of Death and gone is all ferocity.

All that is left is Them and the Almighty.

I would pity them, but it is my own soul I must worry for constantly.

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Nanak Naam Chardi Kalaa, Tere Bhanae Sarbat Dah Bhala.

[Guest SikhForLife]

NICE writing MS514 !

[Gupt daasan daas]

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

lol

that was a great post veer je

bhula chuka maf

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

[Kara]

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

Obsequy (The Death of Art)

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This is what you want? This is what you get:

"Well, since we seem to be so fond of poetry, I thought that I, the inferior creation, would give it a whack. Forgive me if it is not up to your standards:"

A word may be entirely misleading, but I can see right through your stain-glass provocation. Please do continue to patronize!

No forgiveness, no salvation...

"Many tried to be Anti-Sikhs, none survived.

So friend, look at those who tried and let me with you confide..."

I never claimed that I would be this Anti-Sikh. Actually, I'm quite the opposite.

"They come called Masti.

Disguising themselves behind names like Consolation of Philosophy.

Taunting and arrogant, they flaunt venom in estacy.

Forgetting that the Path lay in simplicity."

In all honesty.

I spit vitriol, not swallow

I set stages, not follow.

Arrogant? I never professed to be greater than you. But I can never accept your idea of equality. It involves addition and subtraction, and I'm not very fond of math.

Our lives are already filled with auditions and subtractions.

Simplicity was born from naiveity. To believe that the axioms we follow are the most simple truths, is typically the result of causal discrimination.

The Path lies not in simplicity, but in ones own spirituality which is a part of the divine complexity.

"Fired by the five evils, they speak of Armageddon, yet cannot overcome their own duplicity."

I may allude to the misinformation age, not the time of Armagedd

on. Your Freedom is not Free of Dumb, and my Depression is Great. The last day on earth is something I face everyday. Duality has its purpose, and it has served it well in a place like this.

I am a confession, that is waiting to be heard.

When the soul is so digital, the body acts this way.

"Then [comes the] Gurdian of Death and gone is all ferocity.

All that is left is Them and the Almighty.

I would pity them, but it is my own soul I must worry for constantly."

You dress your verses so scantily?

What of humanity?

Why all this self-propriety?

You choose the stand idly?

While those around you suffer their own depravity?

Is this your idea of Sikhi?

This world of dire circumstance.

Is it nothing more to you than a fading glance?

I am not part of an -ism.

This is what turns hate into a prism.

I can play your games of riddle and rhyme.

But your lyrics, many a poet would call a crime.

But of course, that is my opinion, and yours is almost always against mine own. Why should we continue to argue if we fail to budge from these ledges we've built? I consider myself Sikh, and my Gurujis taught me to treat everyone with this same reverence. So in this light, I extend a bridge to your ledge. Let us just accept that we are in different stages of life, not one greater than the other, but equally different....

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

[moorakh mugadh]

vwihgurU jI kw Kwlsw!

vwihgurU jI kI &iqh!!

as all know im the most uneducated one in sikhsangat but then also i wrote a poem pls have a look lollllllllllll

if u yell

ull straight go to hell :TH:

if i go to hell,ill take u too

how can u take me too BECAUSE just i was in loo :wub:

so better keep ur mouth shut

if u kick my butt :|

then i have to shut up :cool:-->

lollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

[Guest mehtab]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :wub:

good one mugadh paaji