Lonesome cry

My lonely path
my longing breath
searching the skies
alone in my cries
I sit alone
in the dark of my self
day and night
night and day
time no longer
will pull me in its play
there is only now
only this burning
this beautiful yearning
no rest
not even death
I will keep on screaming
keep swaying
keep on saying
his name
preetam, I can no longer play this game.

Lonesome cry = "ਏਕਲੜੀ ਕੁਰਲਾਏ"

Vaheguru!

A nice little piece of poetry.

Never Alone

The Victorious King came and illuminated the earth
The Victorious King came to finish his work.
In his beloved Singh lives the Victorious King
Khalsa is the kin of the Magnificent King

The Victorious King has made his home in those Singhs who never feel alone
Knowing that his presence is always at hand the cubs have grown
As Lions knowing their King is always Hazar Nazar
Inside their bodies, his light spins like the wings of a Helicopter

The Victorious King has come to save the whole world
The Victorious King will continue to to protect every boy and girl
His powerful presence has destroyed that which is weak dark and dark
His illuminating essence will always continue to spark

The Victorious King created the sharp path
nobody can destroy it not even Deaths staff
Through the Victorious King the dark night has turned into bright day
Through the Khalsa , the victorious King will continue to stay.

How can we ever be alone
when the King has made us into his home?
With their heads in their hand they love to play this game
With their hands on his sweet feet he will give the Khalsa fame.