Benevolence

With the hollow sounds that have shaped our time,
The world churns for tomorrow and longs for flow of the divine.
The sun still rises with hopes of grace
Benevolence has left without a trace

Man moves forward hooked to his desires
Ignoring the fruits for his soul he should acquire,
Wretched and deceived they hide their face,
Benevolence has left without a trace

There were days when man had loved
Never to doubt the message sent from above,
But now those teaching have departed in haste
Benevolence has left without a trace

When life was precious and wars refrained
And modesty was never rare to pertain
Those times of charity are all in haze
Benevolence has left without a trace

In times of greed and sovereignty
Man beheads another for certainty,
Life remains endangered, survival a race
Benevolence has left without a trace

Now the only thing we carry is what we portray
And hope to hold those values that never lead us astray
Life is nothing but a time lapse in days,
Benevolence should've remain in multitudes of trace

Sanguinity

Slipped and fell countless times while trying to truly find myself, optimism had help defy the emotions that would otherwise demise my health. Perfection was never produced to actually acquire, in the path of life it had always remained an outlier. Never was fond of being pointed to and guided, bounded by faith with success I only collided. Determination is not the only entity I'm surrounded with, my motive is grounded so I never quit.

Duniya aur Dil

Dil ki gehrayi mein bhi ek dariya hai,
Jidhar misal bante hain duniya ke,
Ek aas hai us dariye mein,
Joh sans bharte hai uske karam ke.

Khuda gawah banta hai bande ka,
Jab duniya daron ko fursat nahi,
Tare jawab dete hai virani mein,
Jab jeene ka koi maqsad nahi.

Taane milte hai jogion ko,
Jo apne rah badal dalte hai,
Ankhein dhoondti hain us khoobion ko,
Joh insan na kabhi azma pate hai.

Ghurbat mein bhi ujala hai,
Jo jalata hai chiragh umeed ka,
Dil mein bhi ek tala hai,
Jo chupata hai khauf har gharoor ka.

Kehte hain aman chahiye toh duniya ko paraya samjho
Toh azadi ki khushal har admi ko sar basse gi
Agar duniya ko tum apnalo
Toh rooh ki pyas kabhi na bujhe gi.

Paths of life

It's inevitable to induce aberrations in life which lead you to paths you thought you'd never face. Sometimes neglect and ignorance empowers one with bliss, the bigger picture is never really that big after all. Find reasons in yourself first and then others to move forward for, life is one vehicle that does not carry a rear view.

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.