Category Archives: Poetry

The man behind A great religion: Baba Nanak dev ji


Video | Posted on by | Leave a comment

Days End

                              Days end, the king rises (a)                              sorrow and pity is felt, hath(b)                        not against thy queen. Against wrath,(b)                           creed, drenched in colas; it arises(a)                           Assemble … Continue reading

Posted in Life, philosophy, Poetry, Questioning? | Leave a comment

Weeping clouds: Mighty roar

The time arrives, as winter befalls, the human world in a cold, wild, raging wind to the hearts; a frozen call. The time, so little, insignificant to the cost, of being happy; not just alive. Dreaded news echoes, throughout the … Continue reading

Posted in belief, Life, Nature, philosophy, Poetry, Questioning? | Tagged | 1 Comment

Riddles of life: Ambition/ Conviction

We want to know, we need to know, the riddles of  life, solved like a puzzle; by me and you. Riddles of life: We state the riddles of life; never knowing the answers. Just the questions poop up , deepening the … Continue reading

Posted in Art, belief, Life, philosophy, Poetry, Questioning? | 1 Comment

Free verse

Life is a free verse. If that’s what you think; not so free, is it, to you or another, when to get ahead, you need to pay a price. Some is felt and drowns, in your heart, but, let it go, … Continue reading

Posted in Life, philosophy, Poetry | Leave a comment

Science Fantasia

Misjudged process repels demons entrapped in tho’s mind; setting ablaze knowledge captured insight. Infect the indigenous species, through superiority; bludgeon the hatred: infernos blaze and uncounted misinterpreting realities. What’s seen or  accepted, is only half (one piece) of the truth; the rest … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Life, philosophy, Poetry | Leave a comment

My Moon: moonlight

” The moon and it’s light”. Its been a while, quite long, as the day grew old (sunset) and the moon, forever young; beautiful as ever, rising, in the night. My moon, in the night, it’s been some time, since  we talked; in each others sight. … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Life, Nature, Poetry | 4 Comments