Mahakavi Santok Singh gives us a glimpse into Love. A woman’s deep-seated love for Guru Gobind Singh Sahib.
Selections from Muhhamad Iqbal, Allah Yar Khan Jogi, Shah Muhammad, Vir Singh, Puran Singh, and Afzal Ahsan Randhawa will be covered to present Sikhi as represented in poetry from 1469 to present.
Selections from Muhhamad Iqbal, Allah Yar Khan Jogi, Shah Muhammad, Vir Singh, Puran Singh, and Afzal Ahsan Randhawa will be covered to present Sikhi as represented in poetry from 1469 to present.
Mahakavi Santok Singh gives us a glimpse into Love. A woman’s deep-seated love for Guru Gobind Singh Sahib.
Discover the essence of Sikhi in "Legacy of 1984: Rising Voices," a poetic tribute that delves into the indomitable spirit of Sikhs during tumultuous times.
Whispers of the Beloved: Reflections in Spring is a poetic odyssey intertwining the beauty of nature's awakening with the seeker's quest for spiritual connection.
Khushwant Singh (1915 – 1914) was a prolific and well-renowned author, having received many awards and honors for his literary and journalistic contributions. He also served as a lawyer, diplomat, and politician.
When the Guru-oriented being attains all three—Nam, dan, isnan—this is what happens. Realization dawns and the being recognizes the self as the observer.
Love does not emerge through dedicated practice or method. Remembrance is one form of love. Contemplating remembrance develops love. Contemplating virtues, contemplating Nam (Divine-Identification, ਨਾਮ), is also a form of love.
Bhai Vir Singh’s poem “Rana Surat Singh” unveils the mysteries of mystical love via 14,270 lines of verse in thirty-five cantos. The poem artistically presents a passionate vision of a world beyond the divisions of time and space.
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.
In this poetic ode, the author surrenders to twilight's allure, depicting a heartfelt exchange with Ravi, the personified river. Through tears and reverence, they express gratitude to the Divine.
In Bhai Vir Singh's narrative masterpiece, "Rana Bhabor," a poignant dialogue unfolds between Rana Uday Singh and his devoted Rani, offering profound insights into the complexities of love and devotion.
A seeker's journey. Expecting nothing, receiving everything.
A Letter of Twelve Months to Guru Nanak Sahib weaving history, longing and yearning.
Bhai Vir Singh’s poem “Rana Surat Singh” unveils the mysteries of mystical love via 14,270 lines of verse in thirty-five cantos. The poem artistically presents a passionate vision of a world beyond the divisions of time and space.
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.
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? ..."
Listen to 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.) "
Listen to Vah Guru, the poem recited by SikhRI's Manjit Singh. Khan Bahadur Khwaja Dil Mohammad Sahib published Vah Guru in 1916.
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? ..."
Why do I care about the violence that occurred during 1984…why should I care?
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.
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.
Follow along as Inni Kaur delves deep into the human experience, from the dark scores of negativity to the peaks of light.