SPRING : A COLLECTION OF

POEMS
By Harmanpreet Singh
"Within all hearts the Lord speaks, the Lord speaks
Who else speaks other than the Lord?".
Guru Granth Sahib, 988
"This mind is a mirror.
Hardly any saint beholds himself there-in."
Guru Granth Sahib, 114
"Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?
Shall it be said that my eve was in truth my Dawn?"
The Prophet by Khalil Gibran
"Among all seasons blessed is Spring,
Blossom forth like Spring, oh my consciousness,
Contemplating on the Beloved."
Guru Granth Sahib, 1168
The Train
The train
Moving swiftly
Stops for none
Except for stations
Passengers board, passengers leave
But those on board do not believe
This journey will end one day.

The Giant Train,

Stops for none
Grinding beneath all to come
I wonder who made this beast
Or who could tame this train?
An Accident
Poetry is not an accident
Not at all an accident
It's a surprise
Sometimes pleasant
Sometimes unpleasant.
It brings with it a price
Sometimes pleasant
Sometimes unpleasant.
Tears
Hidden behind my smile
Are the tears you gave me
Not only you but
All those who crossed
the borders of my heart.
These tears
Which I keep hidden
Dampen my soul
And pillow alike.
This poor thing in pieces
I will try to stitch my heart
If you promise to come back.
My First Love
A pretty, young lady
Prettiest of all
I met her on a fine
Day of Fall.
I fell for her
On a Day of Fall
She looked from behind
A book she was.
She seemed perfect
Despite her flaws.
And as her eyes
Met mine.
The feeling was like
I just drank wine.
She was a pure, eternal wine
Little did I know she could be mine.
With a blink of her eyes
Did love arise.
Little did I know
I'll lose myself
In the maze of her pretty hair.
Little did I know
I'll drown myself in the oceans of her eyes.
Spring
Like Spring she came
Like Spring she left
Every movement no lack of grace
Spring overflowing
From her radiant face.
Silence
Silence, Stupid Silence
Silence, Speaking Silence.
Swirling 'round me like a snake
Silence, Soaring Silence
Roaring Silence.
Silence spanning days and years
Chokes and makes me quiet.
Silence, nor wrong nor right.
Silence, simmering silence
Moving past the fence
Summoning streaks of silence
Sad silence
Stunning silence.
Bird
A bird saffron-green
A bit of white still left
Sat on top of a building grand
Not sure if built of sand
Whitewashed but black inside
A thousand secrets to hide
It struggled to settle on one white dome
Of the house Liberty once called home
Now, it lies beneath the structure grand
With a pen still left on a working hand
Not sure whether it would suffice
For the bird to open wings and rise.
As Poetry Lef
She was about to leave
The pretty, young lady
And as she raised her hand to wave goodbye
A tear trickled down my cheek
And her raised hand was held firmly.
"Where do you go, my love
Leaving me in distress.
You know without you
My self is a mess.
Behold!
Every beat of my heart
Talks of you.
And every breath that I take
Says I Love You.
Little did I learn
To live alone
To live like a sane person
Not this dark world do I like
I know it harms
I like the bright world of your arms.
Melancholy surrounds me
At the thought of you leaving.
Why my magic wand, do you leave?
My wine, My comfort
My self, My life
Why my world, do you leave?
You are leaving me
Or am I leaving myself?"
Bullets Marring the Golden Walls
A War for Rights
Does not end this way
Can not end this way
Under ruling pressure
Faith does not sway.
Can killing and burning
Stop the same
Or Non-violence is just
A one-sided game.
Screams of the dying Innocent
And screams of those hurt
Those bullets marring the golden walls
Went straight through my heart.

Love
Who knew love better than us?
Though we were five and eight
Our love-boat did not waver
Despite unbearable weight.
As we stood there
bound with shackles but free
And with every drop of our blood
We watered a beautiful tree
A tree of Love
Of Life
Of Freedom.
Let them forget
What we did
They are now free
Why should they care
To fill their eyes
For some little live
Given up
For their protection
And their freedom.

"God is One,
By Grace of the Guru."
Trance
(A Prayer to the embodiment of Love)
Holding on to your robe, I yearn
For the sight that cured the leper
Thine eyes full of love
For the created and the creator.
I see your feet turned
Towards the worldly house of God
And your heart in perfect union
With the Beloved.
If ever by chance
The merciful glance
Could fall on me
I shall be free
I shall be another Bahlol
Under the shade
Of the Persian tree.
I hope I could read myself better
And find you within the lines
Of the tiny poem I am.
My soul shivers
Goosebumps arise
When with your sweet voice, you say
"God is Love."
I hope to see your radiant face
You shall grace
My heart-home
You shall step in with Light and Love
Once Again, you shall come
To break the bonds, set free the Dove.
Eyes
Silent Eyes
Witness the slaughter
Of Love and Peace.
Red
The Water of Five Rivers
Coloured in Red
From the blood
Of men
of women and children
Spilt mercilessly
On the soil of peace
When a House was partitioned
And brothers separated.
Not any anger or hatred
It was the pain of separation
That killed so many.
A Way of Loving?
Aimed straight at my chest
You hit me with a dart.
Don't think you are
The only one smart.
Do you think
Is it so easy to part?
Leaving,
A way of loving,
Sweetheart?