Rajan ke Raja

kibqu ] qÍ pRswid ]

kabith | thav prasaadh |

KABIT, BY THY GRACE

CqRDwrI CqRIpiq CYl rUp iCqnwQ COxI kr CwieAw br CqRIpq gweIAY ]

shathradhaaree shathreepath shail roop shithanaath shaanee kar shaaeiaa bar shathreepath gaaeeai |

He is sung as the canopied monarch, the Lord of canopies, a winsome entity, the Master and Creator of the earth and the superb support.

ibsunwQ ibsÍMBr bydnwQ bwlwkr bwjIgir bwn DwrI bMD n bqweIAY ]

bisunaath bisavanbhar baedhanaath baalaakar baajeegar baan dhaaree bandh n bathaaeeai |

He is the Lord Sustainer of the Universe, Master of Vedas depicted as Lord having discipline.

inaulI krm dUDwDwrI ibidAwDr bRhmcwrI iDAwn ko lgwvY nYk iDAwn hUM n pweIAY ]

nioulee karam dhoodhaadhaaree bidhiaadhar brehamachaaree dhiaan ko lagaavai naik dhiaan hoon n paaeeai |

The Yogis performing Neoli Karma (cleansing of intestines), those subsisting only on milk, learned and celibates, all meditate upon Him, but without an iota of getting His comprehension.

rwjn ky rwjw mhwrwjn ky mhwrwjw AYso rwj Coif Aaur dUjw kaun iDAweIAY ]3]42]

raajan kae raajaa mehaaraajan kae mehaaraajaa aiso raaj shodd aour dhoojaa koun dhiaaeeai |3|42|

He is the king of kings and emperor of emperors, Who else should be meditated upon, forsaking such a Supreme monarch?.3.42.

Please Maharaj

Please don't let mum be in any pain waheguru. Please let her be ok in hospital x

Mothers & Daughters

Mothers and Daughters

Mothers and daughters,
are naturally quite close.
Their love for each other,
visibly shows.

They often talk,
for hours on end.
They are able,
to mutually depend.

They understand why,
each feels like they do.
They comfort each other,
when they're feeling blue.

Words not required,
they share the same mind.
They feed off each other,
to others they're kind.

Mothers and daughters,
share a bond that's quite rare.
Nothing else,
could ever compare.

by anitapoems.com

My Mum's Hands....my first Guru's hands

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.



Source: Her Hands, Mother Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/her-hands#ixzz2I4x8Usf8
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