Wednesday, November 23, 2011

When those who don't understand you agree with you

Being brutally criticised by people who do not understand you is bad enough. But what is even worse are loud endorsements from those who can not understand you -- would in fact kill you if they did . I sometimes wonder how would Einstein have felt if someone like me had gone across to him immediately after his Theory of Relativity had been published, and had shaken his hands with, "Don't worry about those critics, Mr. Einstein. I know what you are saying is right!!!" Einstein or may be Guru Nanak !!!

Hell hath no death colder than a woman turned cold

A man must understand that when his woman fights with him over perceived neglect, she is not necessarily telling him she doesn't love him. In fact, quite often she is quarreling BECAUSE she loves the man, though she does take the quarrel to a point where such a conclusion would be impossible to sustain. But wait. Even a girl who might be about to bleed you with her nails or tear your clothes apart might be trying to tell you something different from what you see in her actions.And don't be surprised if she spurns your conclusion that she hates you and turns around in anger again to tell, "That's all you see in my throwing myself at you, idiot? You must be the most insensitive man I would ever know. You can hear my swearing and you can see my scratches on your body, but you cant see anything else. You can't see how much someone wants to be loved? What a waste? What I a man I have staked such precious sentiments on? Go, please, go." But don't go. She doesn't want you to. She wants you to know why she is angry. She is angry-- too angry -- but she cares.

The only time a man should believe his woman doesn't want him is when she meets him with lethal indifference.Suddenly that shoulder would be death cold, that voice a distant drawl, that look a non-serious gaze into nothing, or perhaps interested more in reading a newspaper she has never cared to look at than in seeing the pain in your eye. It doesn't matter then and , for all one knows, you may be on your death bed: women simply don't care when they don't love.

Its different with men: they care a lot even when they are not in love. Generally speaking, of course. A woman in wrath is only half the fury that she is when she turns cold. Don't dread a woman's fury - that can be handled with love. But woman's indifference? You are a dead man,brother, if that what you are battling to remove. And I have seen some idiots lose a woman's love by neglecting her anger for too long -- only to reach a point where they wished the woman would at least slap them ! Once that point is reached, its no use regretting your blunders: once a woman is lost to the point of her indifference, she is lost.Period. The worst thing that can happen to a man is that a woman should deem him not even worth a quarrel.

And this today? I just went over some old stuff lying with me about a period in which a girl, a brilliant but simple ( read golden) hearted journalist, had fallen madly in love with a man, known to me.The idiot did not realise what had fallen in his lap and kept misbehaving. I kept telling the girl that a day would come when she would grow out of her 'passionate attachment'. She didn't believe me. Like Scarlet O'Hara , she kept saying she was going to love him all her life. I told her that that was the kind of love I believed in -- and thought myself capable of -- but that was notthe kind of love she was born for.

And the reason why I thought it worth a write here is the sudden awareness that I haven't heard from the for almost a year now --earlier, she would call me and talk to me for long hours almost everyday. The last I heard was that the girl is "too engrossed in her life to talk about such silly things." She has found a man whom she does n't love but whom she definitely finds a nice man'. ( I would never want to be a nice man to a girl of her fiery passions. i would either be the object of those passions or dead, never a nice man. Yes, I would be nice to all other women.

Moral: Never push a girl you love to the point of her indifference. When she is angry with you enough to say that she could killl you, tell her you love her and wouldn't mind dying at her hands. That's generally all she wants to hear. But don't say it if you can't be equal to your words later; that will not only dangerous - that will be downright mean.( Plus dangerous too: the girl could really kill you before she decides to turn indifferent.)

voice of battle scarred warrior of love

No one cries in love -- except in very extreme situations like the physical loss of the dearest one. Desire is pain, we generally cry not in love but in 'desire'. in love we always laugh because love actually means being happy to give -- always. i have been through intense agony and sublime happiness , through consuming desire and sublimely uplifting love ... I think I know a little bit. Once we have a crossed a certain ego and desire barrier, love is really all about giving -- even in active relationship. The happiness one seeks in being near one's loved one soon refines into a sentiment in which sings forth .." khilaao phool kissi ke, kissi chaman main raho -- jo dil ki raahon se guzri hai wo bahar ho tum......And please keep in mind, this is not the voice of a teenaer in love but a mature battle scarred warrior of love ...

I battle as a warrior but smile as a lover and then play and laugh like a little child

  • I like keeping myself happy with such child-like innocent little indulgences, generally resisting the temptation to look for conspiracies or negative trends in everything around me... there is something about life and nature which compels an attitude of simplicity - taking things on their face value and laughing with every little leaf and petal that flutters on the way .. you may call it a lack of sufficient seriousness or of social responsibility in me, but I am amused even by the so called profound political issues and developments that I am generally at the center of -- I am enjoying being in the middle of dense cross fires everyday, and yet refusing to lose my capacity for fun. I battle as a warrior but smile as a lover and then play and laugh like a little child even with my opponents. Rarely do i make an effort to study closely what our political rivals are doing, but when I have to as a part of my job, then too I find them and heir obsessions quite entertaining, and I am able to laugh both with and at them in the manner of a complete outsider. you might have noticed that even when storms are raging around me, and many of those storms I have to meet head on, I keep myself occupied with issues that have nothing to do with these things. Sometime later, I might write about all this but right now, I am studiously refusing to use any of my personal and social activities such as FB in promoting my own, my government's or my party's interests. It was like this even when I was engaged in those hectic FB discussions -- which I did out of my intellectual convictions rather than my professional compulsions; but I know there will be very few takers for this claim. Neither do i need takers - I enjoyed that phase, and having enjoyed it thoroughly, i have moved on. To do tht now would seem pretty vacuous. You could say that I am in the thick of politics and am yet an outsider: it is a question of how I feel about and conduct myself in my worka nd environ. (In a lighter vien and only if u don't mind, I may be gliding/hrtling (??) towards Lord Krishan's ideal of detached involvement. When i see many of my ex-detractors fretting and fuming with one another and with others, I feel a sense of loss even regarding them, though they may neither realise it nor agree with me on this. I brought it up only because i know you will understnd this, and that matters a lot to me. Our own equation has been a major gain for me personally over the past couple of years or so......we will talk sometime later, got to attend to some routine issue that jut cropped up at work (Yes, sir, we are at work still.) Love and regards...

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  • DrNirmal S Dhallu I agree that one has to keep the balance in life. For me also FB provides welcome stress relief from high risk environment of futures trading. Most of the time my comments are on the lighter side of life than the serious .......

  • Saturday, November 19, 2011

    On a day like this...

    " It was on a day like this. And I hadn't expected it to be any different from other November days. But the mist that hung across the early morning eastern horizon held something sinister beneath its frozen indifference. All these years, every single day of those years, I had seen my mother up very close. She had lived a long and tragic life but I had seen her square up dark adversity with fortitude that often reminded me of Synge's Maurya. There was no bitterness in her. In fact, the more she battled against adversity, the more was the love she shared with others -- everyone in the family, everyone in the village -- even those who were the cause of much that she had to suffer in life. I never heard my mother utter a single unpleasant word against anyone in her life.The poorest of the poor, the so called 'low caste'', their elders, youngsters, children, ladies -- everyone could and did come to her for warmth. And mother never ran out of it. No one else in the village too could recall if she had ever been seen upset with anyone. And yet, there was this private ghost I was fighting all my life with her. I had stayed very close to her - physically, emotionally, every which way every single day of my life. All this while, even when we laughed together, there was one thing that weighed on me like lead. And I believed it weighed on her mind too though she never allowed a trace of it to appear on her face. I knew that despite her courage and adorable strength, there was one blow she wouldn't be able to take. She could withstand everything. She had withstood everything. And with quiet courage. But this one? Every time I thought deeply about how it would affect her, I was filled with even greater dread. The more I dreaded the blow, the more real it became. And more inevitable.I knew that if that happened, mother would quietly turn towards us and say, "I have seen it all. Its time to go." And it happened. And she went -- as quietly as she had lived. Even after the blow fell, she stayed in control-- till her last responsibility as mother towards my eldest brother had been performed. And then, in a single moment of unspeakable pain, she made the announcement. There was nothing dramatic about it. It was as if she was telling us she is going for a little nap. Within hours, we lost her. Life has never been the same after that"......

    Girls are stronger than boys, and possess a more steely spirit than most of our famed male icons of strength do.

    On an average, Girls are stronger than boys, and possess a more steely spirit than most of our famed male icons of strength do. But this comes out mostly when they are confronted with a challenge. Generally speaking, even the strongest, toughest and most successful of girls secretly crave for some pampering, patronizing and loving male presence in their lives -- the warm security of assurance of two strong and genuinely caring arms around them. This does not speak of any emotional weakness in them; it is just how they look at life and how much more store they lay by deep and secure human relations than we menfolk generally do. Men generally mistake this emotional preference in women to mean a certain weakness in them. How wrong !

    Any man incapable of instilling that quiet assurance, trust and calm security in a woman's heart has some serious problem with his being a man. Any man who does not enjoy loving and pampering a woman like she was at once his queen and his child, any man who does not value a woman's profound strength without making her depend on it is, in my books, not a man. Its good to know that a woman has in her those cool reservoirs of indefatigable strength, but its better to ensure that she does not have to draw on them.

    Sabba: That only further proves the point...with or without men, women deserve respect -- and love. The ability of men and women to do without each other is not the subject here, though. Nor is the gender race. In fact, it calls for greater strength of character for both to live together than to live apart, but then the rewards are also greater -- or so I believe. I doubt Sabba ji if even you do not enjoy your femininity and the subtle joys of being a woman - with or without men. And no, I am not talking about gender differences here but only of the beauty that a man and a woman can vest on a relationship. That many of us don't actually end up doing so is no argument against that beauty. If anything, its an argument against our failure. Bad marksmanship does not prove a goal wrong. That said, you occupy a very special place on my wall as in my esteem.

    Advice to your children

    The best advice you can give to your child is:" Consult your heart a hundred times in thirty days about what you want to achieve in life: then follow what it says, and don't let it down." The best help you can lend your child is making sure he does not have to do something he would not enjoy doing over a long period. Muffled ambitions are as bad thwarted ambitions, and parents can do a lot to help their children in avoiding both. The trouble with most parents is that they want their children to help them achieve what they ( parents) want rather than helping children achieve what children want."

    About media query on change of facebook name

    You just can't have peace these days. Consider this: A correspondent of a major national daily today called me an demanded the REASON why I had discontinued my previous account on Facebook and changed my name to sunnymindcaves. He then rejected as "no reason " the reason I gave -- that I wanted to improve the visibility of my blog name, sunnymindcaves, and to carry my blog and Facebook activity under one name. I was "informed" that the real reason was that I had been "cornered" by separatists (Khalistanis) on my earlier wall. My pleas that most of those who allegedly cornered me there continued to be my friends on sunnymindcaves also and that everyone knew that it was my account failed to convince him that I was not running way from anyone, especially since everyone knew of my identity both with the old and the new names. He read fear in my pleas, which I had repeated a thousand times over, that --as far as possible -- I would like to keep political issues to be off my wall. I had also stated that it did not mean a blanket refusal. He also quoted from one of my posts in which I had said that everyone who once supported Khalistan was now supporting their then hero - Manpreet . The reproter said that this was 'slanderous'. I did not know till then that separatists considered it a slander to be called a separatists. Nearly half an hour into our telephonic conversation, he told me that it was being recorded, and saw nothing unethical in recording it without my knowing of it in advance. The REASONS why I mention it here are two: one: should I reactivate my previous account, which the reporter almost "challenged" me to do ? And two, should I withdraw my request that as far as possible,issues of political acrimony should be avoided on my wall ( no blanket ban , however)? Advice solicited from friends, including those who had "cornered" me . Is someone listening ? ( By the way, the call I took was at a time when I was going through some deep emotional turmoil, not related to politics.

    stray thoughts on bondage of desire

    Desire is the mother not only of bondage but also of pain: nothing turns us into slaves more quickly than does desire. A constant vigil against desire is the only guarantee that we won't allow ourselves to suffer indignities and pain and disappointments. If you want to know what freedom really means, spend at least one hour daily, reflecting on whether all that you desire is really something you won't be able to live without. Slowly and slowly, your circle of desire would narrow down, and the burden of care and anxiety would correspondingly lessen. That is what makes a saint a true sovereign and perhaps the only truly free person. I went to sleep with some desires and woke up with a few more. The in a single moment, I imagined myself without those, and felt so light. Not to be misled, these are fleeting moments of freedom, till we we seriously begin to move towards saint-hood -- which incidentally has nothing to do with God. ( THIS OF COURSE IS A MERE REWORDING OF OFT-REPEATED IDEAS) Good Morning everyone -- everyone out there on this side of sunrise.

    हूँ सभी का मैं जो हर कोई बेगाना है तो क्या/

    ये जो झरनों की , ये जो झूलों की /
    दहकते गालों की , चहकते फूलों की /
    महकी हवाओं की , रसीली घटाओं की /
    सरसराते पत्तों की , मुस्कुराते बच्चों की /
    बे-वजह मुस्कान की , ये तोतली ज़ुबान की /
    छोटी छोटी बातों की , सुबहा-ओ-शाम और रातों की /
    रूठे मनाने की , बहाने बनाने की /
    अपने बेगानों में , जाने अनजानों में /
    ये कैसे रिश्ते उभरे हैं , ये कैसे दर्पण निखरे हैं /
    कुछ कहने की , कुछ सुनने की /
    कुछ शब्द ओ निशब्द बुनने की /
    हर पल,हर दिन,और हर रात , चलती है मासूम बात/
    कुछ नई दुनिया की पूर्व में जो लाली छा रही/
    कुछ नए मासूम रिश्तों की जो रिमझिम गा रही/
    है नई दुनिया की हलचल , घर पुराना है तो क्या/
    हूँ सभी का मैं जो हर कोई बेगाना है तो क्या/ --
    - ( Hindi transcription by none other than Harman. Thanks, Harman )

    Facebook wisecracks -The only way you can expect some people to say something nice about anything is through an oversight.

    Let's always be grateful to our enemies; they are the only excuse we have for our own refusal to be good.

    The best hope for the common man is now in a spat
    Among the politician, the press and the bureaucrat.

    The only way you can expect some people to say something nice about anything is through an oversight.

    Everything exists without bothering to mean anything. Things do not mean; they just are.

    ‎"We are like motes carried on some kind of an invisible convener belt of life and time, emerging slowly from a dense dark on one end through dim zones into a bright spotlight for a fleeting walk on the ramp before we fade away on the same belt into the same dense dark from the opposite end. To the viewer it appears that for a brief while, an inter- galactic panorama of is lighted up, made visible, moved in front of him/her and then slowly rolled away. From either perspective, nothing emerges from a beginning nor fades into an end. The play of motion of the mote and of the panoramic stage goes endlessly on like some cosmic dance, creating rapidly shifting kaleidoscopic patterns before the spot light, the zone which we call life. The dense dark, the dim glow tapering into the bright zones and the bright zones themselves are all but a continuum, and immortality has no other meaning. Everything is always present in some form somewhere. Birth and death and the seemingly speeding or slow-motion zones of life are patterns in an optical play. And yet all this means nothing because nothing means anything here. Everything exists without bothering to mean anything. Things do not mean; they are."

    and i do not see why this obsession with immortality or preventing death.. why ... what so great about immortality or the desire to attain one....on another level, all things in any case are immortal. even science says nothing can be destroyed; things only change form at its core, religion also says the same thing... only, the idiom of religion differs somewhat from the scientific idiom, but what difference does that make. both science and religion are human attempts at making sense of this universe, but even w e the humans did not make sense of it, the universe would still be glad to exist as it does.
    • Suzanne: very good question.and a very difficult one to answer. for the moment , let me just say that meaning is purely a human response to reality which is glad to just exist with not a care in the world as to what it means or whether it means anything at all or not. seems like seeking a meaning in or imposing a meaning are more or less one and the same thing - and both are essentially human obsessions. reality, god, nature and nature of things are just happy to be --and we will be happy to be too if we could accept things for what they are rather than for what they mean ( to us). and, madam, is it possible that this could also be what some of our religions mean when they ask us to "accept" life and things. I am tempted to believe that it is, but please let me have your take. Madan JI: May I also request you to consider this and enlighten us. Will be grateful.
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    • And Madan ji a furthe quesion: I have often wondered if there indeed such a thing as "a riddle' of life or cosmos . Is there a riddle really if we accpet things as these are rather then trying to seek a further meaning which, for all we know, may not even be there. is the riddle then merely a riddle about the meaning that we are keen to impose on things which are quite glad to be as they are. i am losing track......must discontinue


      I have said so many times that I find the concept of God an entity so completely laughable. I don't consider that even worth a denial. however, i do believe in God. If you don't see God in me or the next man or creature or thing standing by you, then you are never likely to him anywhere....Budhha called it "suchness", others called it the spirit of my two cents, I have tried to suggest things just are and must be accepted as such, and any 'meaning' we put on them is our own and ahs nothing to do with things themselves. let me put it this way. harpreet singh just is and exists and will exist without regard to any meaning i give to his existence.

      and i do not see why this obsession with immortality or preventing death.. why ... what so great about immortality or the desire to attain one....on another level, all things in any case are immortal. even science says nothing can be destroyed; things only change form at its core, religion also says the same thing... only, the idiom of religion differs somewhat from the scientific idiom, but what difference does that make. both science and religion are human attempts at making sense of this universe, but even w e the humans did not make sense of it, the universe would still be glad to exist as it does.

    Harman presents an opportunity to Punjabi

    In the Young poet, Harman, I see a rare opportunity when someone in my mother tongue has a chance to emerge as the best in the world. i don't want that opportunity to be lost. It will be massive loss for my beloved Punjabi language -- as alss for the whole mankind. I don't know what I should do to help him to move to the next level now, but there are many who can help. Surjit Patar, for example. Patar is a gem both as a poet and as a human being. he is certain to love Harman. I am already having visions of Harman sitting at Patar's home, learning at his feet. Anyone else who takes pride in Punjabi language should also come forward to do his bit. Harman is a rare diamond that Punjabi language and mankind has stumbled upon. We owe it to posterity to value it. And those who can refine it should deem it their religion to do that.

    what is there in a name? especially if it is Floccinaucinihilipilification

    As a teacher, I kept telling my students that words are neither simple nor difficult ; they are appropriate or inappropriate.

    What is there in a name. A rose by anTy other name would smell just as sweet but chrysthamum by any oher name would be a lot easier to spell. But not if that name is Floccinaucinihilipilification, a word that was the cause of much mirth in our student days. The word means the act of deeming and describing something something as completely value-less. Its verb form, flo-ccinau-cini-hil- ipili-ficate " was actually used by some writers but only to make fun of the word. As for its etymology, the term flocci means a wooly tuft , and has a Latin origin. Pili is from 'pilius, meaning 'hair' but figuratively meaning insiginficant. The third part nihil" is more common in English and it means nothing. We see it in words like " annihilate ( to reduce to nothing) or nihilism ( the philisophy of destructrion) or nihilist, one who believes in such destructive philosophy. Fication was a later addition just to increase its linguistic acceptability. The word together means.. " nothing. and of little significance and useless and trifle -- obviously repetitive in concept and expression. So the word is used more in fun than seriously these days. ...Funnily, this is not the longest word in the English language. That "honour" belongs to "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" (( I am not sure if I got that right. And I am glad that our politicians have not heard of it. Otherwise their speeches would last days rather than hours. And would be many times more incomprehensible. ....And I would certainly not tell my students to even touch these words with a barge-pole. In any case, my students had trouble spelling even a simple word like "together", which they kept writing as " togather", till I told them that the word should be written as " to -- get - her". After that the boys at least never mis-spelt it.

    unused fragment from a punjabi poem

    ਇਕ ਚੋਲਾ ਰਤੜਾ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਦਾ , ਤੂ ਪਾ ਕੇ ਚਲ ਬਜ਼ਾਰ
    ਦੋ ਮੁੰਦਰਾਂ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਸ੍ਨ੍ਯੋਈਆਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੰਨਾਂ ਦਾ ਸ਼ਿੰਗਾਰ

    ਆ ਪੰਥ ਚਲਾਈਏ ਜਗਤ ਵਿੱਚ , ਇੱਕ ਤਾਜ਼ਾ ਅਤੇ ਤਰੀਨ

    ਮੈਨੂੰ ਕੁਦਰਤ ਨੇ ਹੀ ਬਖਸ਼ 'ਤੀ , ਸੀ ਇੱਕ ਅੱਖ ਰੰਗੀਨ /

    ਚੋਲਾ ਸੱਤ ਰੰਗਾ ਪੀਂਘ ਜਿਓਂ , ਕੋਈ ਝੂਟੇ ਸਾਉਣ ਮਹੀਨ /

    ਓਹਨੂੰ ਪਹਿਨ ਪਹਿਨ ਨਹੀਂ ਰੱਜਦਾ , ਦਿਲ ਡਾਢਾ ਮੇਰਾ ਸ਼ੌਕੀਨ /

    ਹੈ ਇਸ਼ਕੇ ਦਾ ਰੰਗ ਚਾੜ੍ਹਿਆ , ਅਸੀਂ ਸਾਹਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਰਵੀਨ /

    ਘਿਰੀ ਰੰਗ ਰੰਗੀਲੇ ਚਿਹਰਿਆਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਧਰਤੀ ਅੱਜ ਹਸੀਨ /

    ਤੂੰ ਵੀ ਸਾਨੂੰ ਬਖਸ਼ ਦੇ ਕੋਈ ਆਪਣਾ ਰੰਗ ਨਵੀਨ /

    ਜਾ ਨਾਨਕ ਦੇ ਮੇਚ ਦੀ ਕੋਈ ਰੰਗਲੀ ਅਕਲ ਬੀਨ /

    ਜੀਹਨੂੰ ਸੁਣ ਕੇ ਸ਼ੇਹਿਨਸ਼ਾਹ ਵੀ ਚੱਕ ਲਏ ਆਸ਼ਿਕ਼ੀ ਬੀਨ /

    ਸਾਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਘੋਲ ਕੇ ਕੋਈ ਬ੍ਰਿੰਦਾਵਨ ਹਸੀਨ /

    ਬੁੱਲ੍ਹਾਂ 'ਤੇ ਰੱਖ ਵੰਝਲੀ ਜਾਂ ਜੋਗੀ ਦੀ ਬੀਨ /

    ਤੇ ਚੱਲ ਪਏ ਤਖ਼ਤ ਹਜ਼ਾਰਿਓਂ ਇੱਕ ਨਵਾਂ ਇਲਾਹੀ ਦੀਨ /

    ਹਰ ਗਾਜ਼ੀ ਗੋਹਰ ਇਸ਼ਕ ਦਾ , ਮਾਸ਼ੂਕਾ ਹਰ ਨਗੀਨ /

    ਪੰਥ ਚਲਾਈਏ ਜਗਤ ਵਿੱਚ , ਇੱਕ ਤਾਜ਼ਾ ਅਤੇ ਤਰੀਨ /

    ਆਗਿਆ ਲੈ ਅਕਾਲ ਤੋਂ , ਇਹਦਾ ਪਰਚਮ ਰੰਗ ਰੰਗੀਨ /

    ਰੰਗ ਹੋਵੇ ਹਰ ਇੱਕ ਚਸ਼ਮ ਦਾ , ਜੇ ਐਸਾ ਮਸਤ ਹਸੀਨ /

    ਤਾਂ ਹਰ ਦਿਨ ਹੋਵੇ ਰੰਗਲਾ , ਹਰ ਰਾਤ ਹੋਵੇ ਰੰਗੀਨ /

    ਇੱਕ ਦੂਰ ਰਬਾਬ ਪਈ ਵੱਜਦੀ , ਕੋਈ ਗਾਉਂਦਾ ਆਸ਼ਿਕ ਪੀਰ /

    ਓਹਦੀ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਦੀ ਮਦਮਸਤੀ , ਤੈਨੂੰ 'ਵਾਜਾਂ ਮਾਰੇ ਹੀਰ /

    ਓਹਦੇ ਨੈਣੀਂ ਸਰਵਰ ਤੈਰਦੇ , ਤੂੰ ਸੋਹਣੀਏ ਬੰਨ੍ਹ ਲੈ ਧੀਰ /

    ਓਹਦੇ ਅੱਖ ਦੀ ਕਿਰਨ ਹੈ ਸਾਹਿਬਾ , ਮਿਰਜ਼ੇ ਦਾ ਅੰਬਰੀਂ ਤੀਰ /

    ਤੂੰ ਕਮਲੀ ਬਣ 'ਜਾ ਓਸਦੀ , ਅੱਜ ਹੋ ਕੇ ਬੇਪਰਵਾਹ /

    ਫਿਰ ਏਕ ਓਂਕਾਰੀ ਅੱਖ ਨਾਲ ਤੂੰ ਝਲਕ ਰਾਂਝਣ ਦੀ ਪਾ /

    ਹੇ ਨੂਰਾਂ, ਹੇ ਧਰਤੀ ਜਾਈ , ਭਰ ਜੋਬਨ ਮੁਟਿਆਰ /

    ਹੇ ਅੰਬਰੀਨਾ, ਗਗਨ ਪਰੀ, ਹੇ ਹੰਸਾਂ ਦੀ ਡਾਰ /

    ਹੇ ਮਾਂ ਦੇ ਸੀਨੇ ਦੀ ਧੜਕਨ , ਹੇ ਇਸ਼ਕੇ ਦੀ ਤਾਰ /

    ਹੇ ਬਾਬੇ ਦੀ ਬਾਣੀ ਦੀ ਰੂਹ, ਗੋਬਿੰਦ ਦੀ ਤਲਵਾਰ /

    ਸੰਖ ਨਾਦ ਕਾਂਸੀ ਮਥੁਰਾ ਦਾ , ਕਾਬੇ ਦੀ ਕੋਈ ਅਜ਼ਾਨ /

    ਪਰਬਤ ਤੇ ਉਪਦੇਸ਼ ਉਚਰਿਆ , ਜਾਂ ਗੀਤਾ ਦਾ ਗਿਆਨ /

    ਜ਼ਹਿਰ ਪਿਆਲੇ ਵਿਚੋਂ ਵਗਦਾ ਇਸ਼ਕੇ ਦਾ ਪ੍ਰਵਾਹ /

    ਜੀਹਨੂੰ ਪੀ ਕੇ ਨੂਰਾਂ ਸੋਹਣੀਏ , ਤੂੰ ਹੋ ਜਾ ਬੇ-ਪ੍ਰਵਾਹ /

    ਸੋ ਰੰਗਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਡੁੱਬ ਕੇ ਇਕ ਨਵਾਂ ਰੰਗ ਬਣ ਜਾ /

    ਕੋਈ ਨਵਾਂ ਸੰਖ ਬਣ ਜਾ , ਕੋਈ ਨਵਾਂ ਗ੍ਰੰਥ ਬਣ ਜਾ /