Poetry

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The Month of Maagh
[January 13 - February 11] Poems translated from Punjabi by GURMEET KAUR

I make / A journey / Inside / Of me... In stillness / To be / Virtuous, Free of filth, And One with thee ...

Bhai Nand Lal Goya's Songs of Guru Gobind Singh by HARINDER SINGH

Nand Lal's words transcend time and space to touch His splendor; they describe the aesthetic beauty of the Guru in its multiple dimensions of perfection

Voices of The Children of The Gurus, Part II:
Dalit Punjabi Literature by RAJ KUMAR HANS

There must be social, structural and psychological reasons for the exclusion of Dalit poets from the history of Punjabi Literature. We need to unravel the sources of the silence, neglect and exclusion.

Voices of The Gurus' Children, Part I by RAJ KUMAR HANS

The virus of Brahmanism had so afflicted the Indian mind over the millennium that it would spring back the demon of untouchability from time to time even in the areas of its weakest linkage.

Raw Impulses A Poem by PARVINDER MEHTA

The roads do not question its travelers,/ selflessly taking us to our destination ... The flowers do not ask us about our gods/ merely pleasing with fragrance and beauty ...

The Coronation A Poem by PARVINDER MEHTA

"... these multiple folds / of dedication and tradition / inheritance and reverence, / commitment and allegiance, / a disciple’s acknowledgment ..."

A Beautiful Place:
Sardarni Jagmohan Kaur by INNI KAUR

In memory of my beloved mother who completed her blessed earthly journey a month ago.

A Mother's Blessing Translated from Gurbani by GURMEET KAUR

May the Guru by his grace/ Bestow upon you:/ The kinship of saintly souls/ A swaddle of honour/ The sustenance of adoration/ Each and every day ..." 

Naam:
From The Pen of Bhai Vir Singh Translated from Punjabi by INNI KAUR

"Clear your doubts. Be sure of your path. For only then will the mind endeavor to rise. When the mind rises, it will tune itself to the Divine. An un-attuned mind cannot be awakened. And an un-awakened mind cannot meet the Divine."

Love & Hate: A 9.11 Cocktail A Poem by NINA CHANPREET SINGH

"Go back home./ Where is my home?/ Punjab, my mother/ America, my birth place/ already destroyed/ Ripped apart/ flames of hate/ bleeding rivers ..."