Prophecy

You are the prophecy,
Of a seer,
I realized that,
The first time we met,
Can’t you see that in,
The desire of your smile,
To be on cloud nine,
The desire of your eyes,
To shine bright,
The desire of your beauty,
To be gazed,
The desire of your body,
To be caressed,
The yearning of your soul,
To flow like a river,
And to be profound,
The desire of your sweet odour,
To mix in my blood,
And the desire of your mind,
To rule my heart.

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Silent blight

ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਸਧਰਾਂ ਦੀਏ ਮਾਈਏ,
The mother of my desires,
ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਸਤਰਾਂ ਦੀਏ ਨਦੀਏ,
The river of my verses,
ਖ਼ੁਆਬ ਦੇਖਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ,
I dream of you,
ਲਹਿੰਦੇ ਚੜ੍ਹਦੇ ਜਾਗਦੇ ਸੌਂਦੇ।
Always and in joy & woe.

ਤੈਂਨੂੰ ਲੱਭਾ ਮੈਂ,
I search for you,
ਵਿੱਚ ਆਪਣੀਆਂ ਗਹਿਰਾਈਆਂ,
In my depths,
ਤੈਂਨੂੰ ਚਾਹਵਾਂ ਮੈਂ,
I long for you,
ਵਾਂਗ ਕਮਲਿਆਂ ਸ਼ੈਦਾਈਆਂ।
Like crazy fools.

ਪਰ ਤੂੰ ਨਾ ਕਰੇਂ ਪੂਰੀ,
But you do not fulfil,
ਆਸ ਮੇਰੀ ਰੂਹ ਦੀ,
The hope of my spirit,
ਬਸ ਇਹੀਓ ਗੱਲ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ,
And this thing keeps on,
ਮੇਰਾ ਤਨ ਮਨ ਛਿੱਲਦੀ।
Scraping my bod and heart.

ਤੈਂਨੂੰ ਰੱਬ ਦੇ ਵਾਂਗ ਚਾਹਿਆ,
I loved you like God,
ਪਰ ਤੂੰ ਮੇਰੇ ਪਿਆਰ ਦਾ,
But you did not appreciate,
ਨਾ ਕੋਈ ਮੁੱਲ ਪਾਇਆ,
The value of my love,
ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਇਹ ਵੀ ਗੁਆਇਆ,
And I lost,
ਤੇ ਉਹ ਵੀ ਗੁਆਇਆ।
This and that.

ਹੁਣ ਤੂੰ ਤੋੜ,
Now you please cease,
ਆਪਣੇ ਕਹਿਰ ਦੀ ਚੁੱਪ,
The blight of your silence,
ਨਾ ਮੈਂਨੂੰ ਸਾੜ,
And please don’t burn,
ਵਿੱਚ ਹਿਜਰ ਦੀ ਧੁੱਪ,
Me in the pain,
Of your separation,
ਕਿਉਂ ਰੁੱਸੀ ਵਾਂਗ ਮੇਰੇ ਰੱਬ ?
Why are you offended,
Like my God ?

Secure refuge 

​My rich mind was a fallow field,

Where the weeds were growing wacko wild,

While searching for something supernal,

It found your love eternal,

While you were looking for something rich,

My musings were dying for a refuge,

But our union was not easy, 

In frustration my pangs became poesy,

Through your grace it found the treasure,

The trove of divine command and literature,

Now why should I abandon you,

My mind’s abode of secure refuge.

Dreams of a lovesick heart 

I often dream of paradise lost,

Of my innocence frolicking in dust,

That stupid fighting over stolen lunches,

And residential school mafia backbenchers,

Of teenage infatuation and romances, 

Which make me go in deep trances.


I often dream of prophetic dreams,

Of treachery of fickle minded pears,

And their eyes crying crocodile tears,

Of serpents in my lovely courtyard, 

That make my life treacherously hard,

Which make me feel completely isolated.


I often dream of mundane phenomenon,

Of messages lost in complex interpretation,

That make me aware of things hidden,

Under the dirt of my worldly education,

Buried deep in my nether regions,

Which make me feel highly maudlin (homesick).


I often dream of ethereal deities,

Of luxury of their sensorial beauties,

And find myself amidst musical melodies,

That play the desires of my lovesick heart,

And my soul’s longing for my beloved,

Which make me feel tragically composed. 

Wretched lonely night 

My night is wretched and lonely,

Waiting for my one and only,

Who will cherish my days,

Who will ravish my nights,

I see your shimmering light,

On the horizon of my mind,

Although it’s middle of my night,

The hope of your dawn’s hour,

Makes me feel so very near,

And I see it all very clear,

That your love is so very kind,

That it’s breaking all my traps behind,

And keeping me two steps ahead,

Of all that is viciously wretched,

Just by meditating upon you O’ my beloved,

And forgiving all that is done and dead,

I thank you my wretched loneliness,

For making me worthy of holiness,

And uniting my heart and intelligence, 

Which were otherwise filled with darkness,

In the absence of your benevolence.







 

Lighthouse 

​It’s only because of your light,

That I am not yet lost,

In this treacherous stormy night,

Otherwise the winds are heavy,

Enough to break my lifeboat,

And the waters are thirsty, 

Enough to drink my lifeblood,

Please keep the light burning,

Until the storm is churning, 

My yearning soul, 

Until I’m ashore,

Out of harm, 

And in your arms. 

The Fig Tree 

You are the one,

That is hidden,

In my manifestation, 

What can I say,

What you mean to me, 

Living so far away,

From the fig tree.

You are the source,

Of my verses, 

The universe and multiverses,

The emotion of my prex (prayer), 

The reason for my belief,

In the fig tree.

You are my command, 

The One that I demand, 

Living under your guard,

In this barren land,

In the end of times,

Sinning against my felony,

Against your fig tree. 

You are my fellow pilgrim,

On my secret journey, 

To the land of Elysium,

The garden of fig tree,

Where we eat free, 

Unlike Adam and Eve. 

Jesus told them a parable. “See the fig tree, and all the trees. When they are already budding, you see it and know by your own selves that the summer is already near. Even so you also, when you see these things happening, know that the Kingdom of God is near. Most certainly I tell you, this generation will not pass away until all things are accomplished. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will by no means pass away.” — Luke 21:29-33, World English Bible.
The next day as they were leaving Bethany, Jesus was hungry. Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, he went to find out if it had any fruit. When he reached it, he found nothing but leaves, because it was not the season for figs. Then he said to the tree, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again”. And his disciples heard him say it….In the morning, as they went along, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots. Peter remembered and said to Jesus, “Rabbi, look! The fig tree you cursed has withered!” “Have faith in God,” Jesus answered. “Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.” -Mark 11:12–14 and 11:20–25.