A Love-Bond Mahakavi Santok Singh gives us a glimpse into Love. A woman’s deep-seated love for Guru Gobind Singh Sahib. The Guru acknowledges her love and says: “Blessed is your faith. Blessed is the effort you undertook to earn your faith. Now, ask whatever comes to your heart….Whosoever comes to this door does not leave empty-handed. Ask!”
Red Dye: Barahmah di chitthi Guru Nanak nu / A Letter of Twelve Months to Guru Nanak by Amardeep Kaur sai, my Beloved! Fill me into your red dye You ferried me over the Pacific once Today, I return, to find the ports of Komagata’s revolts What a long journey from the Fragrant Harbour, with gifts of agarwood for the coast of Salish peoples When Ghadaries promised to deliver your Jahaz’s lotus-scented treasure And in its place, lay memorials at Budge Budge and Coal Harbour But where is that lost girl? a baby girl - nameless, deported to Timonwal, Amritsar
I'm in search of a reason… I'm in search of an excuse… I'm in search of a dream… I'm in search of the wet crevices of a drought prone earth, I'm in search of the dry corners of an ocean, I'm in search of a tomorrow which will be mine, I'm in search of a yesterday of which I am proud of. My search began even before time was defined, and, may be, My search will go on and on, and, even time will get tired of passing on… I'm in search of stars on earth, I'm in search of diamonds embedded in the padded sky above, I'm in search of the point where earth and sky embrace each other. I'm in search of life in death Yes, I am in search, still...... This was one of the first poems that I wrote in prose versus rhyme format. It was a unique point of time in my life. I was probably just shy of 20 years, still in the phase when most of us feel and believe we are special, and can move mountains and cross oceans with the power of our thoughts and aspirations. I was restless, restless to find the meaning of my life, and to be honest, I couldn’t even perhaps understand what I was restless for.
We enter the world of Northern India in the 1920s through the eyes of a young Jain widow — Jamuna, as she struggles with loss, exploitation, and her own life.
Amardeep Kaur recites her original poem Morning, Evening followed by a brief interview with the Sikh Research Institute's Content Producer, Sean Holden. She describes her personal journey with writing Sikh inspired poetry, teaching Sikhi at the University of Toronto, and what she hopes to give back to her readers.
I once met an elderly man who had taken pictures before and after 1984. I asked him: “What was it like photographing 84’?” His response: “I feel like I have been photographing 1984 my entire life.” His response shook me and it became a very significant moment for me. This experience led me to question - Why do I care about the violence that occurred during 1984…why should I care?
In this immersive poem, Inni Kaur recites her piece Love's Countless Yearning. The poem is from the perspective of a seeker of the guru – Guru Nanak Sahib. "The love-arrow has pierced my heart. I yearn for union. When will my destiny awaken? When will my longing be fulfilled? ..."
In this podcast, you will hear Vah Guru, the poem recited by SikhRI's Manjit Singh. Khan Bahadur Khwaja Dil Mohammad Sahib published Vah Guru in 1916.
This immersive poem is written and produced by Amardeep Kaur, and recalls a time of revolt, pain, and sorrow. Barahmah di chitthi Guru Nanak nu / A Letter of Twelve Months to Guru Nanak " sai, my Beloved! Fill me into your red dye You ferried me over the Pacific once Today, I return, to find the ports of Komagata’s revolts What a long journey from the Fragrant Harbour, with gifts of agarwood for the coast of Salish peoples When Ghadaries promised to deliver (contd.) "