Khushian Di Lorr

Aaye yaad woh dinan di jad khilte ve suhane nazariye disde si
Us vehle di jad insaniat apni mohabbat naal jammdi si
Vichre tay woh beghane, te kadi insaniat da alam na vichre
Jad har vehle vaje mohabbat de geet
Hor har rang vich aman rave rangeen
Sare jag nu sunaye har jamuriyat da milaab
Aur har khaab vich vas jave ek doojay da sath
Tay kade kise di jind vich na aye dukhan da rog
Tay rave har vehle mohabbat di lorr
Har tarang vich chaye dildaran da deed
Har vehde vich goonje sonay di jheel
Har barish pae mohron di barsat
Kadi na tur jave duniya walon di aulad
Sare loki paye salamti di faryad
Har bhen nu mileya veeran da hath
Tay har maa pehne motiyon da haar
Har gaon vich kuriyan paye ni kikli
Har taali di chaa ban jaye saaron di masal
Bas eh choti  lorr vasdi hai sade dil vich
Kash kadi eh gal banjave duniya di reet,
Har pase loki sunghe pyar wala meenh


I probably have mistakes in there but this is my first try to come up with something in punjabi, shoot me with corrections or comments.

Morale

Morality is the sweetest fruit of nature, being immoral is like the climate that sweeps out the nutrients nature needs to grow. Man wasn't made to distort another man's hopes and dreams, nor was he made to create differences to point and divide with. With the loss of morale we had lost our ability to taste the sweetness that nature has to provide. We haven't just started to feed on each other, rather we have have decided to feed on every tree that would possess the fertility to reproduce that sweet fruit, morale.

How often are we exposed to influences that make us glimpse inside our own shirts, to witness the lackings in our character? or are we influences to strip down others only to label them with an molten oozing iron with judgements that does not reconcile with their upbringing? What protocol gives man the right to differentiate one from another? What rubric gives a man the right to grade a man over another who is less fortunate? How often do you look in the mirror in order to cover that imperfection you find in that physique, and how often do you look in the mirror to praise the perfection that is present in front of you. With more biomollecular cells withholding traits in there allelic regions considered today as DNA that you could possibly write down in any novel, how must you know where perfection truly lies? Had the higher forces up above the heavens intended to have to plucked a single differentiating cell undergoing metamorphises to bring about the variation from your hands and your feet, had he (the almighty) intended to omit that single enzymatic reaction we only could solve in stoicheometry, would you even be able to console yourself after finding the ability to look at your pathological self in the same mirror.

The priveledge of free-will has lead us to poison the same nature leading to our demise, when we were only set out to better ourselves. We are told that we are civilized to the utmost degree in evolution, but when I see through me, I can't recognize myself being anywhere close to being better than the same sapien that had walked this planet milleniums ago for he atleast had used his hands, dug his dirt, hunted for his food with appreciation for mother earth and the higher being to help provide for him. He is who's lineage has lead to my perseverance on earth. Me and the society I see myself around today.

Pathetic are those that are influenced by a bunch of scriptures they read off a digitally provoked public outcry, stationed in every room that's constantly propagating you on what to wear, what to eat, what to visit, what to feed? How to live, How to breath? What is civil, and what is creed? What is caged and what is free?

Now think about that some flat pannel gadget posted right infront of adam when he first laid his soles on the soil of this planet. If the devil had it so easy to convince him (adam) of disobeying our lord over picking out an apple off that forbidden tree and forever being banished from the heavens. Think about the fruits that we are picking out from that misleading tree and preventing the real joyce of nature to sprout from the seed, morale, it is far from greed.

The Guest House by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

Jelaluddin Rumi Poetry

Jelaluddin Rumi, the 13th century mystic poet, was truly one of the most passionate and profound poets in history.  Now, today his presence still remains strong, due in part to how his words seem to drip of the divine, and startle a profound rememberance that links all back to the Soul-Essence.  Born in what is present day Afghanistan in 1207, he produced his master work the Masnawi which consists of over 60,000 poems before he died in 1273.  The best way to fully say in words his impact, is that he has the ability to describe the Indescribable, Ineffable-- God.

You personify God's message.

You reflect the King's face.

There is nothing in the universe that you are not

Everything you want, look for it within yourself--

    you are that.

There is a community of the spirit.

Join it, and feel the delight

of walking in the noisy street

and being the noise.

Drink all your passion, 

and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes 

to see with the other eye.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,

no light and no land anywhere,

cloudcover thick. I try to stay

just above the surface, 

yet I'm already under 

and living with the ocean.

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.

The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.

Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,

The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

When I am with you, we stay up all night,

When you're not here, I can't get to sleep.

Praise God for these two insomnias!

And the difference between them.

With the Beloved's water of life, no illness remains

In the Beloved's rose garden of union, no thorn remains.

They say there is a window from one heart to another

How can there be a window where no wall remains

 When your chest is free of your limiting ego,

Then you will see the ageless Beloved.

You can not see yourself without a mirror;

Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.

Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky

And you lift me up out of the two worlds.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,

So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.

This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.

To be one with the truth for just a moment,

Is worth more than the world and life itself.

I am.

I'm the result of my own despair
I'm the seed of my own mistakes
I'm the fruit of my own greed
I'm the soul of my own pride
I'm the reason for my own fall

But, I'm also the light of my own night
And, I'll do what I can to complete my life
Hence, from this moment there will never be a regret
never will there be a chance missed, but every opportunity kept
I will not wait for tomorrow to bring my redemption
Cause I will make success my only option, natural selection
I will carve doors into my hall of achievement
I will labor walls of attainment,
I will design my mansion of satisfaction
And I will work today, breathe tomorrow and live when I'm commemorated

Lupe Fiasco.... 'Word's I never said'

It's so loud inside my head
with words that I should have said
As I drown in my regrets
I can't take back the words I never said

I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit
Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets
How much money does it take to really make a ulll clip
9/11 building seven did they really pull it?

And a bunch of other cover ups
Your child's future was the first to go with budget cuts
If you think that hurts, then wait here comes the uppercut
The school was garbage in the first place that's on the up and up


Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the upper crush
You get it then they move it so you never keepin up enough
If you turn on TV, all you see's a bunch of what the fucks
Dude is dating so and so, blabbering about such and such
And that ain't Jersey Shore, homie that's the news
and these the same people supposedly telling us the truth
Limbaugh was a racist, Glen Beck is a racist, Ghaza strip
was gettin bombed but Obama didn't say shit
That's why I didn't vote for him, next one either
I'm a part of the problem, my problem is I'm peaceful
And I believe in the people! Yeah!

It's so loud inside my head
with words that I should've said
As I drown in my regrets
I can't take back
the words I never said

Now we can say it ain't our fault
If we never heard it
but if we know better, then we probably deserve it
Jihad is not holy war, where's that in the worship?!
Murdering is not Islam and you are not observant

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/words-i-never-said-lyrics-lupe-fiasco.html ]

And you are not a Muslim
Israel don't take my side cuz look how far you've pushed em
Walk with me into the ghetto, this is where all the kush went
Complain about the liquor store, well whatchu drinkin liquor for?
Complain about the gloom but when'd you pick a broom up?
Just listenin to Pac ain't gonna make it stop
A rebel in your thoughts ain't gonna make it whole
If you don't become an actor, you'll never be a factor.
Pills with a million side effects, take em when the pain's felt
Wash em down with Diet soda, killin off your brain cells
Crooked banks around the world will gladly give a loan today
so If you ever miss a payment, they can take your home away.


It's so loud inside my head
with words that I should've said
As I drown in my regrets
I can't take back
the words I never said


I think that all the silence is worse than all violence
Fear is such a weak emotion, that's why I despise it
We're scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth
So scared of what you think of me, I'm scared of even telling you
Sometimes I'm like the only person I feel safe to tell it to
I'm locked inside a cell in me, I know that there's a jail in you
Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath inhale a few
My screams is finally gettin free, my thoughts is finally yellin through!

It's so loud inside my head
with words that I should've sad
As I drown in my regrets
I can't take back
the words I never said

To Oppress

To uphold oppression is to extract the very source of oxygen coated from each particle present in the atmosphere.
To oppress with the very own influences of bare resources introduced to avail mankind is to destroy any chance of there being an atmosphere in the first place.
Practice humanity and inform yourself.