SikhSpectrum.com Monthly                                                                   Issue No. 13, August 2003
 
Pure Melded Souls

jetty Singh







FIVE DAEMONS

PURE MELDED SOULS

TIME & SPACE

KING FOR A DAY

POLITICAL PAWNS

TWO MINUTES TWENTY SECONDS

SAMSARA



St Anthony tormented by Daemons (1480 engraving).

Martin Schongauer



FIVE DAEMONS

If ye got
Sparkle in yer eyes
Whistle on yer lips
Sound alert mind
Strong calves hips

Ye got a Sergeant Major’s heart
Healthy Rhythm Rhyme
And A Field Marshall’s pips
Balanced Body humours*
Naught quaint old rumours
Humbly offer ye
Solid healthy tips

Everything originates in mind
Commotion   Peace   Contentment   Greed
Any other grind
That
Envy Hatred   Anger Bleed
Corrode mind   Breed Disease

Five Organs of Knowledge
Eyes   Ears   Skin   Tongue   Nose
Keep the windows open   Nowt closed

Five Organs of Action
Designed Co-ordination   Nowt warring Factions
Hands   Feet   Mouth   Anus   Genitals
All co-ordinated Actions
No room for disputes   or   High-flown polemical

Seriously molested by
Noise Pollution   Sight Pollution
Mind Rot   Thought Pollution
Aided abetted by
Five Internal Enemies
Five Robbing Thieves
Wolfs in the garb of sheep
Ferociously ‘smooth’   Nowt Sublime
Robbing Sunlight of yer mind
‘The Five persistent Daemons’
Sensuality   Anger   Greed   Attachment   ‘Pride -Vanity’
Help ye all   Ditch yer sanity

But wherever there is Malady
MASTER
Provides   A Remedy
Thus art thou blessed
To fight internal theft
With
Five Internal Warriors

‘The Five Defenders’
‘Spiritual-restraint’ ‘Compassionate-calmness’   ‘Contentment’ ‘Detachment’ ‘Humility’
The Inner Fighting Parody
In Reverse
Where
Service replaces Lust
Sensuality to Spiritual-restraint
Anger with Calm Serenity
Forgiveness   Tolerance   No complaint
A Hundred Percent Trust
Trust but Ye Must

Let Contentment replace Greed
It will Flower   Sow the seed
Inner Grace Inner Peace
Let Detachment fight attachment
Humility vanquish Pride
And it’s Vain Sister Vanity
Always taking for a ride
Listen HARK    Take CHARGE
Yer own Precious Life
Healthy Spiritual Fragrant Life
Of yer own private kingdom
A Mind full of sanity
A Mind full of Wisdom


* Body Humours i.e.: Vata (Wind), Pitta (Bile), Kapha (Phlegm). In Greek medical science, Body Humours (Vital body fluids) were: Blood, Brown Bile, Yellow Bile and Phlegm.




On the eve of Spiritual Ascension of SARDAR AMARJEET SINGH (Lion of Eternal Victory) my Father in law, to 'The Higher World'. Dedicated to one of the Noblest and Purest souls i ever met. To our RANI MAA, my mother in law.

With utmost respect and heartfelt humility ~ jetty singh



PURE MELDED SOULS

The only soul
Close to my heart
Welded to my soul
The only one i 'knew'
For Ever   Gone Lost
FLEW

The first and the last
The only love I knew
Piercing my heart
Entering my soul
Thrived   Blossomed   Grew

The only love
My heart ever knew
Light of my soul
Like celestial one
Floating in the pew
Nectar of my life
Like pure morning dew
Is for ever and ever gone
JUST FLEW

i was all alone
Eternally Lonesome
MASTER
Graciously Sent me my Sun
He entered my soul
Gave me Light
And
We became one

i remember those ups and downs
To raise my dark moods
His antics of a mad clown
His impatience   Occasional frowns
And I miss those spiritual 'Clues'
Early Ambrosial Hours   When clock will strike two
He will get up to pay
OUR MASTER'S
Dues
'The whole World's Dues'

Then came a day
i heard wail of a trumpet
A loud frightening knock
On our door
Likes never heard afore
i woke up from my sleep
My dream shattered with a start
And
i lost my heart
Our souls ripped apart
Poor Souls Hew
Half of me is gone
First time i lied
He is gone
i died
HE FLEW

Just Flew



The Venetian Collection

Johan de Meij



TIME & SPACE

We are born in Time and Space
Unending Expanse    Limited Phase
Our bodies Incapsulated Encase
In small fractions of Universe
Small Cosmic Dots    Passing Cosmic Phase

So is our mind
Confined in
Credulity    Incredulity
Causative Causality
Soul's Finality
Falsehood    Reality
Everything    Everyone is subject to
Time Space Duality

No Space No Time
No Time    No Space

No Past Present Future    No Date Or Any Passing Phase

Talking about realities
Each Reality has A Direction and A Dimension
Timeless Eventualities
There is a Fourth Dimension
Beyond
The Three Dimensional Reality
'The Time and Space'
Causality

Time Was    Time Is    Time Shall Always Be
So
Hear Ye
There is also an Eleventh Direction
To the all known Reality

Of Ten Sides or Ten Directions
East West North South
Sub Dividing Interceding Interactions*
Thus So
Plus
Above and Below
Eleventh Side Direction
Is
The 'Outwards' Inverse
The Most important
"Inwards"

"The Inner Space Universe"

* NE, NW SE, SW





Tony Blair


Caricature Zone


On the last UK general election, postponed for a month by Tony Blair due to foot and mouth disease.


KING FOR A DAY

It was meant to be May
Coz' of Foot in the Mouth and Euro Brat's swoon
Ye will now be the king for a day
In the mad mad month of June

Reflecting cudding cows dumb silent sheep
Won't open mouth    voting with their feet
Glaring Blairing Trumpeting    Landslide thumping
Trumpeting gets you laurels    cows get the dumping
And
Sheep just bleat
Cows heart's burning    sheep merely weep
But who cares
Fist cuffs head butts Pres Cutts*    Always gets you more seats
And they will win who dares
Dividing booty rewarding shares
Rewarding all their stakes
Creative wizards juggling figures cooking Welfare State
All are geared    Beautifully reared Serious business of the State
Apt answers fit and glide    'Questions Hour' rhyme debate
Taxpayers mansions Taxpayers chariots services civil brigades
Write to 'mighty Chief of Blighties'    Soulless faceless mandarin states
Red Tape getting thicker dense
P.M. busy    Publicity dizzy    Busy P.R. hence
Partying shining Lode Stars    Cronies' and prospective czars
All yer welfare sakes
For
'The welfare State'
Always at yer expense

But
Forget naught in June sleet
Ye voted with yer feet
So savour and rejoice    But only for a day
The well-deserved democratic glee
That Ye are the key
To
Number 10 Downing Street
In this comic sophistical play

* For attention of Non British readers, Deputy Prime Minister Mr Prescott was involved in fisticuffs 'match' with a protestor During this election



Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler review SS troops during Reich Party Day ceremonies.

College of Education, University of South Florida © 2001


Written on the eve of Gujarat riots in 2002. To my People! ~ jetty Singh


POLITICAL PAWNS

Buildings with weak foundations are bound to collapse
Country with weak constitution will continuously relapse
No security   Denied justice   A very serious lapse
Like land full of mines A deadly booby trap

Country is its People
Naught “A” People   But All The People
People own the country   Naught other way round
Constitutional    Historical    Rock solid ground
‘ Equality   Liberty   Fraternity’
Rights    Duties Sound Abound
Naught like in the past    When ye didn’t matter
Lived for The Church and The State
Wouldn’t grumble   Nor gnatter
Coz that was the sum total    Of yer fate
But that is finished   Thing of past
Time for a brand new start
That
All are Equal
There is no sequestering sequel
To that

That
State has no religion
Genuine Secular State
Respects All The People   And their Faith
Respect protect minorities   Naught dictate
Or
Bandy about debased authority
Arrogant “Us” of “tolerant” majority
Dominating   Hectoring   Sibling minority
Sense of fear    Final solution   Approaching sense   Awesome finality
Insecure Feelings    Uprooted Reeling
Imposed Fear Psychosis
Changing names   Identities    Is Identity Crisis

Live earn “Goodwill”    Numerical Hysterical Mob
Better off dead ye    Honour Dignity Robbed

Minorities are naught political fodder
Callously strung Religious Peripheries    Or Political Borders
Safe blind bets of political poker
Or cards played at elections   Pulled like Jokers

We live in Democracy
Naught Mobocracy
“Patronising Disdain”
Playing   Dicey number games
Politician’s political bane
All in Democracy’s Name

Ye are naught fodder for religious bigotry Nor A prey for political ‘promising’ thuggery

Political pimping of the castes    Will soon be a thing of past
Should constitutionally be stopped
Coz we fought for freedom    For All
Not for “A” Caste
People Dividing    Denigrating Soul Destroying cast
Let there be a True Democracy
Naught a Casteocracy    Of ‘Democratised caste’

No More Nineteen forty sevens
Snafu    Experimenting   Déjà vu
Blood soaked Hateful spasms
No More Final Solutions
Soul Ripping    dividing    Sad ugly Partitions

In Forty seven    They promised
“Equality   Liberty    Fraternity”
Now turning into    Widest gaping yawn
But i envision a New Era
A New Efflorescent Dawn
On our Horizon
No More Hatred    No More Poison
No More ‘High’ or ‘Low’
Only Effulgent Spiritual Glow
Sanctifying wafts of Honour    Humane Dignity Show
New burst of Energy    New Breeze   New Eternal Spring
Pray Everyone Celebrate Sing
New Beautiful Dawn
From across the horizon    New Dictum Flows
Minorities are PEOPLE    Naught POLITICAL PAWNS

Spread Joy    People’s yearnings
Naught sadness
Humans burning
Soulless animal pack
Stop This Madness
Or
FACE TOTAL SACK






TWO MINUTES TWENTY SECONDS

i am wonder struck
Dazzled by the flare
It took mere
Two minutes twenty seconds
For the whole affair
When the Sun went
Incommunicado
Awesome Silence
Sea gulls
The whole world
Everything hushed
Even
Human Bravado

Creating darkness in the daylight
A mere grain of sand
Of Nature’s Might
Two minutes only
And
Celsius falls
On to it knees
Although sky is overcast
Vision is clear
What will happen
If
Two minutes are extended
To a complete whole year
What will happen
To my spirit
Or
To yours
My dear

my head bows down
In gratitude
In humility
But heart feels saddened
At humans inability
To comprehend
Or to honour
MASTER’S
Balance Nature’s Dignity

Insatiable greed
Wholesome plundering
Planet destruction
Reigning futility

Written on the eve of the total eclipse at 11.30 PM.



Whirl

Michael Banks



SAMSARA

Unending cycle of Samsara*
Of Maya**
Is eternal
Death is hidden in Birth
After death
Birth will follow
Comforts pregnant with sufferings
Joy entails sorrow
Yesterday lost forever
Today dies in morrow
Effect chasing the Cause Cause’s effect follows

Tree is hidden
In seed
Seed becomes sallow
Forest turns to desert
Desert blooms to taros

Son becomes Father
And begets a son
Night breaks in Day
Moon begets the Sun
Sadness hides in Happiness
Pain follows Fun

Frozen ice on mountain
Melting gushing fountain
Deluge of torrent flow
Whatever comes in violence
In violence it will go
Rivers drop as rain
Rain turns to snow

Hamlets grow in clusters
Cities to and fro
Civilizations are born
In time
To serve and go
And
i want to know
Where is the destination
What is the destination
Of this
Unending cycle’s
Continuum flow


* Cycle of Birth Life Death
** Life Illusion



These poems may not be re-produced without express permission of the author.



Photo Credit:

St Anthony tormented by Daemons (1480 engraving): Martin Schongauer

Lotus: Bahman Farzad

The Venitian Collection: Johan de Meij

Tony Blair: Caricature Zone

Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler: University of South Florida

Solar eclipse: panini7

Whirl: Michael Banks



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