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While searching for ecstasy and true peace in every corner of this world, I arrived at Your Durbar, carrying a bag full of sorrows and insecurities, with a mind weighed down. I believe it was You who drew me to Your grace. Oh Waheguru, I am exhausted—I no longer know where to go. You are the only shelter where I may reside, away from the sorrows this world has cast upon me. Oh Waheguru, protect me. Accept my Ardaas. Guide me toward Your Durbar of liberation, where ecstasy dwe

It was me now and then wandered for love in this forest of snakes and woods I searched for a flower but for my sake I found a meadow,while wandering in that meadow of snakes and flowers I found that flower... she was alone not attractive but their was something that made her special in that meadow, I went near her but I didn't wanted to pluck her with me so I stayed their so that I can see her for my entire life ...with the ecstasy of finding the true love the TRUE flower I

Oh God! In the morning sunlight, I am walking through the fields of wheat. I can't see the end of the field—everything is covered with white fog, like my disturbed mind looking for peace and ecstasy, going through hundreds of savaals in my mind. Oh Akaal Purakh! Oh Waheguru! I am just a traveller in Your field, searching for the divine light from Your Darbar. Oh Waheguru, I am understanding why You created the ants, oh Lord! I am knowing why You created the doves, oh Eterna

This was the day—the day I had been waiting for the past seven years to come, filled with grief, expectations, empathy, love, and what not. I still have her voice in my head saying, “Don’t worry, it’s all fine. Don’t stress, I am here for you. I will make your sorrows fade. Let me come to you, it’s just a couple of days.” And this is the day she said she was coming to meet me—the first time we were going to meet each other. We would see each other… no, I can’t. God didn’t giv

​On a sunny day in the spring, when I was walking through the stone-paved path attached to that beautiful garden filled with red and white roses and a bunch of yellow marigolds, suddenly my mind struck. My heart started to beat faster and faster, as if I was facing a high flow of blood to my heart. I felt like my heart couldn't take the pressure anymore and it was going to explode. ​Then suddenly my eyes, which were blank for a second, were returning to normal. I could feel l

Everything is fine, life is going well, and everyone seems happy. My outer face pretends that I am happy, too... but am I truly? Have I found what I really want—the thing I have searched for everywhere, from the grass to the trees, from people to animals, and from the earth to the stars? ​Am I truly happy, or am I just drifting with the flow? ​Ya Rabba, talk to me. I can hear the hymns from Your Darbar. I can hear the doves chanting Your name, the grass praising Your love, an

​I am a wanderer who wants to travel everywhere—from the mountains to the desert, from snow to water, and from small tea shops to fields, from gurudwaras to masjids. Yes, I want to travel like a free bird who has lost its nest, but still, there is someone waiting for me. She waits for the day I return, to hug me and feed me with love. Yet, there is a resentment regarding my travels; she complains to me, "I am alone here. Who told you to travel? You don’t think about me; you j

A Prayer in the Dunes ​"Ya Allah! In this Ramadan of completion and forgiveness, I still hold onto the memory of the one I loved. Ya Khuda, I can still hear her laughter; I can still feel her touch in my hair. ​Ya Rabbal Alamin, why did You bring her into my life? Oh Lord, did I pray for pain so that I might find the words to write? Is that the reason? Ya Al-Quddus, I prayed for someone to talk to—was that the reason? Ya Al-Aziz, was it to make me understand the true nature

in the morning, as the sun is overshadowed by the slight winter fog, I hear the beautiful hymns of Gurbani from the Gurudwara. Wrapped in a light grey shawl, I walk beyond the wheat fields, watching kabootar flying slightly sloppily with their wings spread wide. Someone at the edge of the fields, reciting Bulleh Shah’s poetry, catches my eye. It makes me feel how beautiful it is to be a wanderer, to journey through the soul of this land, sipping the chai of love—a gift from A

There was a boy in the meadows who wanted to conquer the woods. Whenever he tried to enter the woods, he was demotivated by his family,...

Oh moon! How beautiful you created nature. lakes, streams, flowers, butterflies Is this a dream or an illusion of the sky? How passionate...

o h girl who are you are u a beautiful flower from the heaven or a droplet of water from the sky ! Oh girl, I still remember the day I...

Sometimes when the sun's hot and me with a hotter mind than the sun. Always searching for the purpose of my life with a bag full of...