"Conversation With God"

[simran_kaur]

i was surffing through the web .. when i got to this poem...

it touched me... so deeply.. i wanted to share it with the sangat...

http://www.kavitanjali.com/poets2/conversa...tionwithgod.htm

I heard a voice

It spoke to me

Of goodness climes

And lighter lives

I heard a voice

This afternoon.

It asked me whether I was me

It asked me how I felt and charged no fee

It asked me if it made me feel free

It said it might be around for eternity.

I heard a voice

It made me feel

Warm of heart

And assuring arms

I heard a voice

This afternoon.

It rang like the mellowness of a church bell

It rang with sweetness and banished the death knell

It rang with a longing of past lives found

It rang and said love like air doth abound.

I heard a voice

It made me smile

And touched me

And lingered on a while

I heard a voice this afternoon

It stays with me.

I spoke as a little boy would

For it made me feel cared for

It made me laugh and smile

Happiness more than I was prepared for

And it went taking a part of me

Which I grudge not willingly.

But I fear

For where there IS

So will be the tear

And longing and separation

Our twins of life

They prepare not for emptiness

And neither for strife.

I ask myself often

What ho of life

To steal what

is yours

To take without diminishing the whole

To give without denying the souls – that be with us

Not to take from those around

But to give them even more

Not to steal from us either

For within we are part of a whole.

Together we are lonely

Separate we are lonely

If loneliness it be

Then life ceases its mystery

Its not whether we know how to give

But whether we know what it is to take.

I heard a voice

This afternoon

A parallel universe

Yet this life itself

Life is not a curse

Neither is belief

For I trust

Be it passion

Or call it lust

That which is within

Had to begin

We are

Akin.

Let the voice add not

Neither let it take

Let it be the talisman

Which prevents the mistakes we made

Let it help us love better those around

Let it guide us through the obstacles around

Let it give us the strength to be

For the moments we might steal

Is but we

Conversation with the God

The voice within.

~Vikram C~

.......................waheguru............................

[Guest balwinderkaur]

Vaaheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Vaaheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

This is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it bhainjee. :umm:

Vaaheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Vaaheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

[gagan]

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

phat poem ji, if u cum across ne mor den post em up here! lol

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

[Jkaur]

goodness its awesome.. thanks alot phenji ... keep rolling those poems in..

[simran_kaur]

Take some time off to read this lil poem on history

Silent Cry

By Jaswinder Singh

The story told by a voice mystical,

to a child young for the very first time...

The air about him had a choking sensation,

he could only gasp a longing undescribable...

His heart pained his soul cried,

to no avail, for deafness was in the skies...

His mind envisioned the beauty of such,

the martyrdom of two princes

whose valour he could only think of.

He recalls that magical day,

in "Sirhind" did his heart lay...

His silence broken as the wind blew,

as if indicating a longing to be fulfilled.

He looked up,

the sun shined strong,

but he felt in his Heart,

that something was wrong...

He remembers the tale vividly clear,

two young princes, appearing before "Baizid Khan".

Their stride elegant, their beauty pure,

as 'lions' did they enter their battle field.

His ears remember, a melody of steel,

The two Lions roared into battle,

in a salute on hearing, the enemy crumbled...

Wahe Guru Ji Ka Khalsa! Wahe Guru Ji Ki Fateh!...

Baizid Khan the Governor of Sirhind, startled...

Could not believe his eyes.

Two young playful aged Princes,

stood before him fearlessly tall.

Baizid Khan tried all tactics,

to convert the young Princes to Islam,

" Accept Islam!, he said,

the riches of the world will be thine,

the beautiful maidens will be thine,

you will live a life, of bliss for all time"...

Did speak the princes to Baizid Khan,

" We the Sons of a Lion,

His name thou know as Guru Gobind Singh Ji,

We the grandsons of selfless sacrifice,

His name thou know as Guru Teg Bahadur Ji,

We the great grandsons of a saint and soldier,

The ordainer of Miri-Piri, know Thee him as Guru Hargobind

We the great great grandsons of a Martyr, of Divine Love

Thou knowest him as Guru Arjun Dev Ji.

The eyes of Guru Nanak, speaketh to thee Baizid Khan,

we do not prize this materialistic world...

Our Khalsa is our Life, it is the will of the Lord,

Thou do what thy please, we accept not Islam,

for we are the Sons of Khalsa, Guru Gobind Singh Ji."

He recalls such valour,

the amazement of the people in attendance,

they could not believe what they saw,

two Princes aged 6 and 8,

fearlessly confronting, Baizid Khan...

After all efforts failed Baizid Khan...

Did speak, Diwan Sucha Nand,

a Hindu by faith, a devil at heart...

He spoke a curse,

that went against all teachings,

of this, only God knew of ...

Sucha Nanda spoke...

" Baizid Khan,

The serpent (Guru Gobind Singh Ji) we see,

has caused thee much trouble,

and he is but only one...

The young serpents of such poison,

if thee let live,

will one day cause such upheaval

the world has not seen of..."

The Quazi spoke,

" Baizid Khan...

The two you see before thee,

are a determent to Islam,

it is thy duty to fulfil.

I order the sentence,

that they should be executed at once..."

He recalls,

the cheerful look,

the smile,

on the faces of the two young Princes...

They spoke...

The court

and those in attendance,

looked on in awe...

" Quazi! Is that all you can do?!,

We fear not death,

We keep it with us, wherever we go...

Quazi, commence thy sentence at once!"

He recalls the poetic picture,

of such, he can not describe...

The two princes standing tall,

amongst a wall of bloo

d-thirsting-bricks.

A house of Khalsa, he saw being built,

the foundation supported by sacrifice,

He saw the blood of such fragrance,

the wind within forever carries with time...

He remembers such bravery,

The brick at the knee of the prince was to be placed.

The brick layer saw that the prince's flesh was in the way,

so he broke a brick to bypass the flesh.

To such did speak,

with such valour prince Zorawar Singh.

"Thou art building the house of the Khalsa,

what are thy doing?!.

The foundation must be fully completed.

Remove the flesh that is in thy way,

for the house of the Khalsa

must be of unbroken bricks." His spine shivered,

when such words were spoken,

Only then...

did he understand, the glory of this sacrifice.

He looked up into the now dying sun,

He knew now that the heavens were still...

The two Princes that God had ordained,

had gone back to their Godly domain.

Of such sacrifice did he witness,

Of which will never be surpassed ever again,

may God be witness to such a claim...

...................................waheguru...............................

thankyou for the replies everyone :umm:

[gupt faujaan]

:umm: :umm: gud poems. tnks penji for sharing. keep it up.

[Sarbloh Soulja]

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

[gagan]

dat woz so touchin

iv heard of the sakhi of the 2 younger sons being martyred, but worded like dat, it rele moved me